<?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-3145133551255612724</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:19:11.896+08:00</updated><category term='hope .'/><category term='detectors.'/><category term='They make me sick.'/><category term='softball'/><category term='random nights calling'/><category term='Whatever with all those shits and craps'/><category term='Limitations.'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='No hope for me now.'/><category term='Walao Way. 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XD .'/><title type='text'> Azreen S. </title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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>432</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4951706283208317567</id><published>2011-01-09T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:03:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGsKexKP7yo/TmG1E977bZI/AAAAAAAACOI/msH6eVZtGCw/s1600/215167_10150244048601546_725331545_7564403_4628097_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGsKexKP7yo/TmG1E977bZI/AAAAAAAACOI/msH6eVZtGCw/s400/215167_10150244048601546_725331545_7564403_4628097_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647994504649338258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://azinerella.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://azinerella.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new link. A new blog. Haha! Okay, that's about it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4951706283208317567?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4951706283208317567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4951706283208317567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2011/01/httpazinerella.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/-QGsKexKP7yo/TmG1E977bZI/AAAAAAAACOI/msH6eVZtGCw/s72-c/215167_10150244048601546_725331545_7564403_4628097_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-8492650245571940414</id><published>2011-01-06T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:40:12.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know whether I'm being jealous or just paranoid. Easily likeable, check! Very talkative, check! Friendly to the max, check! While I'm just the opposite. And one by one people started getting really close to you. I don't dare to say I'm afraid of losing you cause I want to still be able to stand on my own two feet if we ever drift apart. But I think what I'm afraid of is coming true. Anyone can lend me an ear cause I want to let it all out. It doesn't matter if I know you or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-8492650245571940414?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8492650245571940414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8492650245571940414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-know-whether-im-being-jealous-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4547394393616889349</id><published>2011-01-05T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:43:28.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSQ9OWQgDdI/AAAAAAAABhg/dN0b1N7F8p0/s1600/tumblr_le6uhtPT1E1qzhkd0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSQ9OWQgDdI/AAAAAAAABhg/dN0b1N7F8p0/s400/tumblr_le6uhtPT1E1qzhkd0.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558635156784287186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results will be out by Monday. I am nervous plus excited. Okay, nervous more. I don't wish to see a failure. I don't want to disappoint anyone. Oh, I'm not bragging but will the A1 I get for malay show a star on the certificate? Heeh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4547394393616889349?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4547394393616889349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4547394393616889349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2011/01/results-will-be-out-by-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSQ9OWQgDdI/AAAAAAAABhg/dN0b1N7F8p0/s72-c/tumblr_le6uhtPT1E1qzhkd0.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2023365856411070620</id><published>2011-01-03T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:07:12.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSGty5VUqTI/AAAAAAAABhY/wiUSYVDylrE/s1600/tumblr_l8cw31ZQak1qbboc8o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSGty5VUqTI/AAAAAAAABhY/wiUSYVDylrE/s400/tumblr_l8cw31ZQak1qbboc8o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557914505047222578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, why? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2023365856411070620?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2023365856411070620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2023365856411070620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2011/01/yeah-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSGty5VUqTI/AAAAAAAABhY/wiUSYVDylrE/s72-c/tumblr_l8cw31ZQak1qbboc8o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2672446948182007227</id><published>2011-01-03T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:17:49.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSGhuJ3s2oI/AAAAAAAABhQ/5A5Vdm_vRxU/s1600/tumblr_ldh2v8Fcpr1qb0oifo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSGhuJ3s2oI/AAAAAAAABhQ/5A5Vdm_vRxU/s400/tumblr_ldh2v8Fcpr1qb0oifo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557901229447502466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want my 2011 to be colourful like this picture. Oh and the mug just makes me miss my baby girls even more. Gonna meet them soon. Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2672446948182007227?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2672446948182007227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2672446948182007227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-my-2011-to-be-colourful-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSGhuJ3s2oI/AAAAAAAABhQ/5A5Vdm_vRxU/s72-c/tumblr_ldh2v8Fcpr1qb0oifo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4994346338034061289</id><published>2011-01-03T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:22:40.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSF3_03H3CI/AAAAAAAABhI/LoY3gYrHIrU/s1600/DSCN0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSF3_03H3CI/AAAAAAAABhI/LoY3gYrHIrU/s400/DSCN0780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557855353557212194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you couldn't be like this pretty girl you came across in Facebook? I did. And I wonder how did she manage to be so pretty and popular. Then when you look at mutual friends, the guy you have been secretly crushing on is friends with her. Inside you, you feel like disappearing. Social networks hurts sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4994346338034061289?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4994346338034061289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4994346338034061289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-you-ever-felt-like-you-couldnt-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSF3_03H3CI/AAAAAAAABhI/LoY3gYrHIrU/s72-c/DSCN0780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3990823015968701467</id><published>2011-01-03T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:57:21.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSFkdJKKhTI/AAAAAAAABhA/c5sQW1qJBQA/s1600/Photo0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSFkdJKKhTI/AAAAAAAABhA/c5sQW1qJBQA/s400/Photo0235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557833866989438258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to congratulate myself for falling down on my job. As in literally fall. I also couldn't get myself thinking on why I had to walk on a slippery wet and muddy path when I can walk on drains. Which, if I compare, it would be much more safer. Darn it! What a way to start the year. Oh, and to add in to that, I dirtied my pants and the day is not even half over. Anyways, that was yesterday. Didn't get a chance to post something cause I was really really sleepy and tired. Believe me when I say that I woke up at 7.30am and barely rest or sit down up til 10pm. Between that 14.5 hours, I only sat for 3hours. Yeah. And all is done outside. As in I only reach home at 10pm. After work at 6pm yesterday actually met Kakak and Adik to go to Cik Mah's house. And also visit nyai. After that, walk around NorthPoint cause Kakak want to take passport photo. Then went home but not before collecting my free Frappe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Hidayah bestfriend wanted to go to Guardian at Sembawang Shopping Centre to apply for job. But not confirmed yet la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh! I purchased/ordered a new top online. Pink colour ah. Very kawaii and pretty. I like. And only for $15. Wooh! In a few days time only. ^^ And, uhh, I hope it fits. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSFkcyIxfQI/AAAAAAAABg4/66hIBHeLh4Y/s1600/15_TN_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSFkcyIxfQI/AAAAAAAABg4/66hIBHeLh4Y/s400/15_TN_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557833860809587970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3990823015968701467?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3990823015968701467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3990823015968701467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TSFkdJKKhTI/AAAAAAAABhA/c5sQW1qJBQA/s72-c/Photo0235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-7826535835289075980</id><published>2011-01-02T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:54:56.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TR9aR8biT8I/AAAAAAAABgw/_S74ZzTNAIk/s1600/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TR9aR8biT8I/AAAAAAAABgw/_S74ZzTNAIk/s400/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557259729524379586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 has left us. And I didn't get the chance to post on the last day of 2010 nor on the first day of 2011. Shucks man! This is cause the laptop has sudden breakdown. I think holiday season la. So, wanna rest. Heh. But ohs wells. Okay, so my tumblr is alive already. So happy. ^^ Link is at the sidebar. Can have a look at it. Heh Heh. Well, I'm still a virgin to tumblr so most of the time it will be a little awkward. Cause I am sooo used to blogging at blogger. And I realised, long time ago actually, that tumblr is more of visual expressions. I like to write, or in this case type. So I guess I will still be updating my daily stories here. And also cause dear Yana still wants me to update here. Awww! Love you la bie! ^^ Oh, I wanna change me link but I am kinda lazy to. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, tomorrow, or later today, gonna work at BoonLay. My upper eye twitched so I think I'll be expecting a few people either at the wedding or somewhere la. Wooh. Okay, I think I going off to bed la now. *Yawns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR dear readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-7826535835289075980?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7826535835289075980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7826535835289075980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-has-left-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TR9aR8biT8I/AAAAAAAABgw/_S74ZzTNAIk/s72-c/DSC00278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3685566958829153160</id><published>2010-12-29T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T00:15:51.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRoLHq-wEVI/AAAAAAAABgo/91SiWJ2vQYM/s1600/tumblr_ldxzjw9h0J1qdfnyzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRoLHq-wEVI/AAAAAAAABgo/91SiWJ2vQYM/s400/tumblr_ldxzjw9h0J1qdfnyzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555765316739404114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;Insya'Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have finally got a tumblr account. So excited. ^^ Gonna start blogging and posting pictures once it's 2011. Blogger will be a memory of my secondary school life. It will still be up for reads but I won't post anything there anymore. Oh, and I think I want to open a formspring account as well. Just for fun. But it's still in considering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today went for a jog at the stadium with bestfriend. 5rounds for a start after so long of no running or physical activities. Well, that was about it. Tomorrow will be badminton session. Then maybe I go for cycling around the neighbourhood. Gonna start working out for a new 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3685566958829153160?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3685566958829153160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3685566958829153160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/insyaallah-so-i-have-finally-got-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRoLHq-wEVI/AAAAAAAABgo/91SiWJ2vQYM/s72-c/tumblr_ldxzjw9h0J1qdfnyzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-5469457625030853621</id><published>2010-12-27T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:50:38.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRint1YYCNI/AAAAAAAABgg/mb6FKSgxpV0/s1600/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRint1YYCNI/AAAAAAAABgg/mb6FKSgxpV0/s400/DSC00181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555374546226776274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just created a new tumblr account and being new, I need help on managing it. So, anyone can help? Pretty please with whipped cream and pink marshmallows on top. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-5469457625030853621?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5469457625030853621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5469457625030853621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-just-created-new-tumblr-account.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRint1YYCNI/AAAAAAAABgg/mb6FKSgxpV0/s72-c/DSC00181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2683361336815956306</id><published>2010-12-27T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:08:12.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was spent with Hidayah Bestfriend and Fatin Amelia Twinny Perro. Chill at Civic McD and then at prison area. Pictures was definitely the highlight. Laughed like nobody's business. And I am really glad I met up with them. Cause all the tension and the stress have been released from my thoughts. So happy! Okay, enjoy some the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRidp3_hdAI/AAAAAAAABgY/3RIfJ4cWWaQ/s1600/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRidp3_hdAI/AAAAAAAABgY/3RIfJ4cWWaQ/s400/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555363483092087810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRidpoHLXsI/AAAAAAAABgQ/ZVmRlZ2mwys/s1600/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRidpoHLXsI/AAAAAAAABgQ/ZVmRlZ2mwys/s400/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555363478829227714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2683361336815956306?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2683361336815956306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2683361336815956306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-was-spent-with-hidayah-bestfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRidp3_hdAI/AAAAAAAABgY/3RIfJ4cWWaQ/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1080998360688397706</id><published>2010-12-25T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:14:18.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRYYU_iR19I/AAAAAAAABgI/QgD6m5m0xBY/s1600/middle_finger_up__by_nakyy-d2zfk0g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRYYU_iR19I/AAAAAAAABgI/QgD6m5m0xBY/s400/middle_finger_up__by_nakyy-d2zfk0g.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554653939339745234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why people have to be choosy when it comes to friends. Especially when they don't even know how we are like at all. Especially when they don't even know us. They just look at our faces, pictures I mean, and when we're not the same standard as them, they'll ignore us. Yes, I'm referring to this 'Jay Sean' kid from facebook and 'Lydia Izzati' the part-time actress. I know I'm not as good-looking as y'all. But at least be kind to all people la. Good for you that you guys are blessed with good looks. Yeah, Allah swt gifted you guys with them. But that doesn't mean that you have to treat people with no looks like trash right. You guys are also not perfect la. What's the use of accepting friend's request when it's just for popularity and increase digits of friends who I believe you only communicate with 25% of them in your list. Might as well don't accept at all right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't deserve to be treated this way. I feel like crying. Damn! I am so emotional I wanna disappear and never come back. A few minutes ago, I chatted with this girl at Facebook. It's quite weird cause I've never chatted with her or had any communications with her since I added her. So I randomly said 'hi' and she replied back. So  I thought that maybe my thoughts of her was wrong. I thought she's not like arrogant or something. But turns out I was mistaken. She is the same as E-VE-RY-ONE who is good-looking. Got image only but attitude like shit. The reason I add as FRIEND is cause I wanna be FRIENDS. If not why Facebook don't have options like 'add as stalker' ? Bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1080998360688397706?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1080998360688397706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1080998360688397706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-get-why-people-have-to-be-choosy.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRYYU_iR19I/AAAAAAAABgI/QgD6m5m0xBY/s72-c/middle_finger_up__by_nakyy-d2zfk0g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2773627935977360180</id><published>2010-12-23T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:34:18.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRImWiVZmoI/AAAAAAAABf8/AKCFj2pZ-pU/s1600/tumblr_ldn89oAjx51qbp8oxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRImWiVZmoI/AAAAAAAABf8/AKCFj2pZ-pU/s400/tumblr_ldn89oAjx51qbp8oxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553543459116784258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So that I'll have the chance to mend it for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2011 is coming really fast and really soon. I am gonna miss 2010 but I want to move on really fast so that I could forget all the people I've been wanting to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next year, I wanna find a new love. Or should I say, my first love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next year, I'm gonna explore the world (Singapore, I mean) cause by half year I'll be a legal teenager. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next year, I wanna make lotsa new friends. Be it a geek, nerd, rep-ers, metal-heads, or simply a normal person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next year, I want to spend wisely. Be it time or money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next year, I don't want to make enemies. Neither do I wanna make frenemies. I think it's silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next year, I wanna be much close to Allah swt. Insya'allah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next year, hopefully, I wanna get my car license so that I can visit my mother's grave on my own whenever I wanna feel her presence, somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next year, I wanna do well in my studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only Allah swt knows my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2773627935977360180?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2773627935977360180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2773627935977360180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-that-ill-have-chance-to-mend-it-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRImWiVZmoI/AAAAAAAABf8/AKCFj2pZ-pU/s72-c/tumblr_ldn89oAjx51qbp8oxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3708102455388784975</id><published>2010-12-21T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:04:25.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRIgwovlvcI/AAAAAAAABf0/P91pdxOGlDA/s1600/163402_1581512090261_1009443763_31227780_3228907_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRIgwovlvcI/AAAAAAAABf0/P91pdxOGlDA/s400/163402_1581512090261_1009443763_31227780_3228907_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553537310444076482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRIgwndm3JI/AAAAAAAABfs/HE3nARZTyuI/s1600/156873_1581505530097_1009443763_31227757_8298381_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRIgwndm3JI/AAAAAAAABfs/HE3nARZTyuI/s400/156873_1581505530097_1009443763_31227757_8298381_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553537310100216978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the best days of me life. Went for a bowling outing with dear Rainbows. Played two games. I won the first whereas Hidayah won the second game. Had late lunch at NorthPoint foodcourt and then made our way to Orchard for light-seeing. The lights are pretty. The decorations, nicer. Then cause I'd never went into Orchard Central especially since the long escalator is kind of the main attraction, for me, we decided to go up. And I mean way up high til the 12-storey. Using the longest escalator. I swear I was excited at first but became more and more afraid as I got up to the higher level. Like can you imagine going up the building using escalator? You can almost see your journey up the building. And the escalator is like at the side of the building, not inside. So we could see the roads and the sky. Woots! Scary sioool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Cineleisure after that. Oooh. Lotsa skaters and apparently lotsa-er lepak people. Went there for a while cause Wilda wanted to look at some t-shirts. Oh, the sales guy is kinda cute but unfortunately so arrogant and rough. Rough as in he's kinda like in bad mood. tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home after that and woooh, damn I'm tired. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3708102455388784975?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3708102455388784975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3708102455388784975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/today-was-one-of-best-days-of-me-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TRIgwovlvcI/AAAAAAAABf0/P91pdxOGlDA/s72-c/163402_1581512090261_1009443763_31227780_3228907_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-7466049228729168099</id><published>2010-12-20T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:35:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQ5CIMmJQ5I/AAAAAAAABfc/IwrcjpYoZc4/s1600/shocked%2Bcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQ5CIMmJQ5I/AAAAAAAABfc/IwrcjpYoZc4/s400/shocked%2Bcat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552448099182003090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You got sore eye?!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After more than 4months, I finally got the chance to go to work. Even back as kendarat. I was desperate. Idk for what but I am happy that I am $40 richer now. Alhamdullilah. Worked at Bishan. Woke up in the morning with a very bad sore eye. The whole eye was blood red and it was ... sore! I could feel it soring and my eyes was watery. Initially, I felt like backing on the job cause I don't like to interact with people with a red eye. But I don't want to make that as an excuse not to work cause it's not reasonable at all. So I just go to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work was a little slacky. Cause the leader in-charge is apparently a kid. I mean like not an old person like I usually work with. And all the ten people are around the same age as  me. So no pressure. Oh the best part I liked about work was that the dessert was the bomb! Candies and jellies and little fruit tarts and brownies. Yummy! But I like the fruit tart a lot. Gonna ask Kakak to make some for me one day. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Kakak wanna use the lappy now. And I'm gonna sleep .. again. By the way, Browny just gave birth to 1 little one. And I literally mean little. There's still more to come :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-7466049228729168099?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7466049228729168099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7466049228729168099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-got-sore-eye-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQ5CIMmJQ5I/AAAAAAAABfc/IwrcjpYoZc4/s72-c/shocked%2Bcat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4318269784966653059</id><published>2010-12-18T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:22:57.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQ4_aGivSzI/AAAAAAAABfU/z43ywnCSbCY/s1600/P1843%255B01%255D_13-12-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQ4_aGivSzI/AAAAAAAABfU/z43ywnCSbCY/s400/P1843%255B01%255D_13-12-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552445108259867442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I can't stop viewing your social networks every time I logged in to the internet. And I am getting envious by the day especially when I got to know that you were becoming more closer to the girls in your facebook friends. I used to not have this feeling for you. But I don't which cupid stabbed me in the back with its love arrow one day while I was looking at you. Darn that day! I wish I don't liked you now. Or at least since anytime at all. Damn, I am starting to sound so deep and emo right now. Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, forget that. Today woke up really early in the morning at 6.30am. Like after so long since school ended. Cycled to Hidayah's home and we started brisk walking plus talking at the same time for 2hours 30min. Almost non-stop. From her house, we took a really long route pass Marsiling MRT station and then through the Woodlands Stadium. Pause for a while to drink at the Badminton Indoor Stadium. Then continued our walk to Admiralty Park. Rested for 5min then continued walking back to Hidayah's house. Actually the next plan was to play badminton somewhere in her neighbourhood but unfortunately she don't have shuttlecock. Haa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So rested for 45min before cycling back home. And I realised that I could use a shorter route to Hidayah's house instead of the 911 bus route. Used the shorter route back home instead. Reached home at 1.30pm. Didn't shower or changed yet and instead I slept through with my contact lenses on til 3.30pm. Woke up, took a shower and get ready to meet Hidayah and Huda for chilling sessions. Back home at 7.30pm and my day ends there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4318269784966653059?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4318269784966653059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4318269784966653059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-know-why-but-i-cant-stop-viewing.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQ4_aGivSzI/AAAAAAAABfU/z43ywnCSbCY/s72-c/P1843%255B01%255D_13-12-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-6299209883932455619</id><published>2010-12-17T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T00:47:15.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQpCiVttaZI/AAAAAAAABfM/LuIjb2fTIvA/s1600/Junk_Food_by_furawatchi23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQpCiVttaZI/AAAAAAAABfM/LuIjb2fTIvA/s400/Junk_Food_by_furawatchi23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551322648399407506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, today I am a total junkie. I ate instant noodle with eggs for brunch. Then I ate the KFC new chicken; two pieces at one go. Half bag of potato chips 20minutes later. At night, I ate a pack of Milk-Flavoured 'Hello Panda' biscuits and three Ferrero Rochers chocs. Lastly I finished the rest of my bag of potato chips. Drink? 1.5ml bottle of Ice Lemon Green Tea  in between. Haishh. I AM getting fat. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-6299209883932455619?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/6299209883932455619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/6299209883932455619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/anyways-today-i-am-total-junkie.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQpCiVttaZI/AAAAAAAABfM/LuIjb2fTIvA/s72-c/Junk_Food_by_furawatchi23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4299762731706505526</id><published>2010-12-16T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:56:43.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQjzMr2X2vI/AAAAAAAABe8/DdNCuxwyIcE/s1600/tumblr_ldg2lrEYX01qf42cno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQjzMr2X2vI/AAAAAAAABe8/DdNCuxwyIcE/s400/tumblr_ldg2lrEYX01qf42cno1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550953939988896498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to customize my bike become like this. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4299762731706505526?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4299762731706505526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4299762731706505526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-want-to-customize-my-bike-become-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQjzMr2X2vI/AAAAAAAABe8/DdNCuxwyIcE/s72-c/tumblr_ldg2lrEYX01qf42cno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-6474408589401513472</id><published>2010-12-14T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:12:09.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQcYhm5lw5I/AAAAAAAABe0/MCC5veEqfKE/s1600/Photo_00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQcYhm5lw5I/AAAAAAAABe0/MCC5veEqfKE/s400/Photo_00004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550432031414272914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQcYhadIevI/AAAAAAAABes/3mf7VdEtpcU/s1600/Photo_00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQcYhadIevI/AAAAAAAABes/3mf7VdEtpcU/s400/Photo_00003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550432028073687794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Browny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sick. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-6474408589401513472?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/6474408589401513472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/6474408589401513472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/browny.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQcYhm5lw5I/AAAAAAAABe0/MCC5veEqfKE/s72-c/Photo_00004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4254061209191129615</id><published>2010-12-13T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:14:34.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to watched 'Rapunzel' just now with Hidayah, Huda and Syera. It was a good movie. Almost cried at the end. Haha! Oh, and sorry to Hidayah for the unworthy movie for you. I feel guilty cause you looked really really bored just now. Damn! Watched it at AMK Hub, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then after the movie, went to Sun Plaza cause Syera needed to buy some things.  Went to 'Sasa' as well cause we thought of giving Ain a surprise visit but apparently, she was't there. So we had late lunch at KFC. Chatted about our 2011 plans. You know, outings, reunions and all. Then went back home to Woodlands. Oh, and on the way back, saw Kidzer. Haha! I like! Well, I didn't realise him at first until Hidayah said that the guy was him. I didn't really look at this face actually but I trust Hidayah to recognise his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, during the journey at AMK Hub and at Sun Plaza, I got also walk in to 'Cheers' and 'Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf' to see if they got job vacancies. Unfortunately, they don't. Well I don't know for 'Cheers' la. I think have but they only hire people who are 18 and above. Yeah yeah, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haishh. I really really want to get a job. Anyone can recommend? Seriously. I'm hoping for FNB cause I got more than 1year experience in that field. So, please FB message me alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4254061209191129615?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4254061209191129615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4254061209191129615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4363211482325978882</id><published>2010-12-12T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:18:21.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQTZg8_KvII/AAAAAAAABek/-lK5iP7lO3I/s1600/MV5BMTI0MzY1NjIxMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMDUxNTg1__V1__SX300_SY400_.jpgtyson%2Britter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQTZg8_KvII/AAAAAAAABek/-lK5iP7lO3I/s400/MV5BMTI0MzY1NjIxMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMDUxNTg1__V1__SX300_SY400_.jpgtyson%2Britter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549799800977407106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You smoke and yet your skin is so flawless (V) . Are suggesting to me to start back again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I'm envious right now :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4363211482325978882?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4363211482325978882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4363211482325978882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-smoke-and-yet-your-skin-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQTZg8_KvII/AAAAAAAABek/-lK5iP7lO3I/s72-c/MV5BMTI0MzY1NjIxMV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMDUxNTg1__V1__SX300_SY400_.jpgtyson%2Britter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-7840961813359474493</id><published>2010-12-12T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:12:29.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQS8KGM1qXI/AAAAAAAABec/PAIhfo9OVW8/s1600/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQS8KGM1qXI/AAAAAAAABec/PAIhfo9OVW8/s400/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549767522476468594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that my tagbox is spammed with weirdos, I decided to delete them. Besides, no one is reading my blog no more. If there is, facebook message me alright. I want to find job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-7840961813359474493?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7840961813359474493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7840961813359474493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/due-to-fact-that-my-tagbox-is-spammed.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQS8KGM1qXI/AAAAAAAABec/PAIhfo9OVW8/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3401112791999866665</id><published>2010-12-11T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:19:37.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQOWdDxguVI/AAAAAAAABeU/gF73SzptEAo/s1600/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQOWdDxguVI/AAAAAAAABeU/gF73SzptEAo/s400/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549444591823927634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive and FORGET? I think it mostly defines as "okay, I'm forgiving you. now I'm gonna forget you." Yeah. I feel like I get that a lot. Because unlike me, most people are a complete circle. I'm not. I'm only 4/5 complete. That is why sometimes I'll act randomly and talk to people. Cause I want to feel that someone, although not that close to me still care about me. I don't want people to find me weird. So I guess releasing it here would be a good way to explain. Here, I'm writing is not literally meant for a certain people. I'm just saying in general. My inner thoughts are telling me to post these. I actually doubt anyone would read my blog anymore cause it's virus-infected with spams. Yeah. I've let it out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: I regret writing on your wall. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3401112791999866665?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3401112791999866665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3401112791999866665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/forgive-and-forget-i-think-it-mostly.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQOWdDxguVI/AAAAAAAABeU/gF73SzptEAo/s72-c/IMG_0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-7876112721886741186</id><published>2010-12-11T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:23:07.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQOJB2qrKII/AAAAAAAABeM/wHVhptnEhII/s1600/DSCN1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQOJB2qrKII/AAAAAAAABeM/wHVhptnEhII/s400/DSCN1051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549429830797961346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm already back from my holidays. Which was actually 3 days ago. I just didn't have time to make a long post. So, I went to Thailand. Hat Yai and Phuket, that is. It was fun. But I didn't get the chance to go for a swim or hang out at the beach cause the weather in Thailand that week was cold. So it rain most of the time in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, lucky for me I'm already used to long bus rides. Cause there's two people who went on the same coach with me got bus-sick and vomited. Fooh! I couldn't imagine the smell. Erghh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My holidays are relatively plain. Went to a lot of good places. Eat a lot most of the time. Now I'm fat like a grown jackfruit. Oh, you can imagine my belly and my butt. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so yesterday went to hunt for jobs. Applied forms for three companies and wrote name and contact details for one. I'm hoping to get the job at the cafe. But if anyone calls me first, I guess I'm just gonna accept it. I couldn't help being jobless right now. I need money. I'm almost broke and if I see another pretty dress, bag or shoe, my savings are going to go down the sales person's pockets. *sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-7876112721886741186?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7876112721886741186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7876112721886741186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQOJB2qrKII/AAAAAAAABeM/wHVhptnEhII/s72-c/DSCN1051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-8818283337510070329</id><published>2010-12-09T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:39:54.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQD3ObyLCTI/AAAAAAAABd0/5VuU7NutfYY/s1600/DSCN1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548706568268876082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQD3ObyLCTI/AAAAAAAABd0/5VuU7NutfYY/s400/DSCN1072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new favourite animal. Haha. Random sehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-8818283337510070329?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8818283337510070329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8818283337510070329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-new-favourite-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TQD3ObyLCTI/AAAAAAAABd0/5VuU7NutfYY/s72-c/DSCN1072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-5982811886160725296</id><published>2010-12-03T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:35:54.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPidz2gHAPI/AAAAAAAABds/I0I2PVFz_3M/s1600/Baby_Pooh_and_Tigger_by_GettinHotWi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546356455235846386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPidz2gHAPI/AAAAAAAABds/I0I2PVFz_3M/s400/Baby_Pooh_and_Tigger_by_GettinHotWi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-5982811886160725296?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5982811886160725296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5982811886160725296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPidz2gHAPI/AAAAAAAABds/I0I2PVFz_3M/s72-c/Baby_Pooh_and_Tigger_by_GettinHotWi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-5782545752166609903</id><published>2010-12-03T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:22:43.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPiMJW3UDfI/AAAAAAAABdk/Y13Pq7Rh0mo/s1600/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546337033491058162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPiMJW3UDfI/AAAAAAAABdk/Y13Pq7Rh0mo/s400/DSC00134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss my babies when I leave for holiday. Oh, in the picture :&lt;br /&gt;Sugi and Browny (loving couple)&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy, Tommy, Twiggy, Chilli and Whitney (the cutest babies)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-5782545752166609903?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5782545752166609903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5782545752166609903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-going-to-miss-my-babies-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPiMJW3UDfI/AAAAAAAABdk/Y13Pq7Rh0mo/s72-c/DSC00134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1763466462526698259</id><published>2010-12-02T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:03:44.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only reason I keep making my blog look like tumblr is cause I don't have much to blog in words form. Haha. So yah. Eh wait! Actually today I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2pm, went out to Causeway Point to buy some last minute things for my trip to Phuket. Mieza and I rode our bikes. There is also a 'Strawberry Shortcake' performance at Causeway Point. After buying the stuffs, we were about to go home but there was a heavy downpour. That was at 3pm+. So suay! So we decided to buy McDonalds to snack in while waiting. But it lasts too long. Sit at the side, watching people. Then at 5.15pm, we decided to just leave cause it took us too long to wait. Called Papa to say that we will be leaving our bikes and we went home by bus. Grr. Tomorrow still have to wake up earlier to "claim" our bikes. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohs wells. That's my day.&lt;br /&gt;Sexcited for tomorrow! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1763466462526698259?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1763466462526698259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1763466462526698259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-reason-i-keep-making-my-blog-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-186006972171543522</id><published>2010-12-02T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:12:28.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPeND3LmMaI/AAAAAAAABdU/LrwdhJ7xVS4/s1600/middle_finger_up__by_nakyy-d2zfk0g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546056563621769634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPeND3LmMaI/AAAAAAAABdU/LrwdhJ7xVS4/s400/middle_finger_up__by_nakyy-d2zfk0g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand why SOME people have to act that way. Doesn't mean I'm not up to your standard makes you certified to treat me that way. WTH? I am just merely asking and if you at least reply a one-liner, I would gladly be 100% satisfied. F U la Bitch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-186006972171543522?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/186006972171543522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/186006972171543522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-understand-why-some-people-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPeND3LmMaI/AAAAAAAABdU/LrwdhJ7xVS4/s72-c/middle_finger_up__by_nakyy-d2zfk0g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-8808724080427608696</id><published>2010-12-01T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:38:39.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPZBlbzqsUI/AAAAAAAABdM/JllcV4aOSPc/s1600/Guitar_by_GericzurC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545692102528774466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPZBlbzqsUI/AAAAAAAABdM/JllcV4aOSPc/s400/Guitar_by_GericzurC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, I didn't know playing the guitar would be sooo hard. Darn it! I guess my covers will wait til a long time. Hmms. I smell chicken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-8808724080427608696?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8808724080427608696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8808724080427608696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-swear-i-didnt-know-playing-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPZBlbzqsUI/AAAAAAAABdM/JllcV4aOSPc/s72-c/Guitar_by_GericzurC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-8615985365204945532</id><published>2010-12-01T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:02:26.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545604429341511602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPXx2Lu7z7I/AAAAAAAABdE/9hebiStSfnw/s400/Beach_by_jkurl11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I'm left with two more days to pack. Going to Phuket for the weekends. And I regret to say that I'll be missing the Ninja Outing. Though it's still at Sentosa again. I want to meet my 'chiobang'. Oh wells. Somethings I guess won't be happening. Oh yes. Going to Phuket. I'm sexcited. I hope there's people I know in the coach with me. Haha. Well, I doubt. Sunscreen all packed up. Don't want to look like toast when I get back to Singapore. So, will be home again next week. I'll be missing blogging again. Wooots'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-8615985365204945532?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8615985365204945532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8615985365204945532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPXx2Lu7z7I/AAAAAAAABdE/9hebiStSfnw/s72-c/Beach_by_jkurl11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-9021382645034000296</id><published>2010-11-30T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:37:23.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCvs0_hk2aI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCvs0_hk2aI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! I like!&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, I'll be making covers also. &lt;br /&gt;Inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-9021382645034000296?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/9021382645034000296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/9021382645034000296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/11/hah-i-like-soon-enough-ill-be-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-5133562015745905735</id><published>2010-11-30T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:09:10.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPUFOV7NyBI/AAAAAAAABc8/1kKepwzJMIg/s1600/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545344260138453010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPUFOV7NyBI/AAAAAAAABc8/1kKepwzJMIg/s400/DSC00132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wooh! I got these for myself. And I'm generous to give one to my lil sister. Damn! Not even Xmas yet la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-5133562015745905735?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5133562015745905735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5133562015745905735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/11/wooh-i-got-these-for-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPUFOV7NyBI/AAAAAAAABc8/1kKepwzJMIg/s72-c/DSC00132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2407480733656342900</id><published>2010-11-30T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:15:19.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPR6QgkNI6I/AAAAAAAABc0/w1WeMDHlzCg/s1600/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545191465238209442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPR6QgkNI6I/AAAAAAAABc0/w1WeMDHlzCg/s400/DSC00118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to run away. In crocs. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2407480733656342900?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2407480733656342900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2407480733656342900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-run-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPR6QgkNI6I/AAAAAAAABc0/w1WeMDHlzCg/s72-c/DSC00118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-421271305063503209</id><published>2010-11-30T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:08:03.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That has always been the case. Everytime I feel like a brave woman for at least 5seconds, you will disappear without a trace. Everytime I had the courage to ask, you will avoid. Now I couldn't find you anywhere except in my train of thoughts. When I had all the full hour to move, I stay rooted to the ground. All I did was trail you with my eyes and it felt good only in that while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-421271305063503209?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/421271305063503209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/421271305063503209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-has-always-been-case.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3377236175918782409</id><published>2010-11-29T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:21:19.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPOatcDW5OI/AAAAAAAABcs/nLQAPmVAkVI/s1600/P2208%255B01%255D_24-11-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544945671638279394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPOatcDW5OI/AAAAAAAABcs/nLQAPmVAkVI/s400/P2208%255B01%255D_24-11-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss blogging. Very much. Many things had happened. And I have to say, Red Camp 7 is one of the best things. Okay, I feel awkward blogging. I am really blanked-minded. Haha! Don't even know if that's a proper word. OKay, done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3377236175918782409?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3377236175918782409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3377236175918782409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPOatcDW5OI/AAAAAAAABcs/nLQAPmVAkVI/s72-c/P2208%255B01%255D_24-11-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4205408028514036256</id><published>2010-11-29T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:55:10.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPNAD3CPH-I/AAAAAAAABck/Q9XHUxlAOCc/s1600/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544846001280327650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPNAD3CPH-I/AAAAAAAABck/Q9XHUxlAOCc/s400/DSC00157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back after a long run. Weirdos, stop spamming my wall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blog more later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4205408028514036256?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4205408028514036256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4205408028514036256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-after-long-run.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TPNAD3CPH-I/AAAAAAAABck/Q9XHUxlAOCc/s72-c/DSC00157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3830035305964156229</id><published>2010-08-21T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T17:44:47.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Perro Twinny and Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TG-byaDffnI/AAAAAAAABcU/fcbWburtDOU/s1600/DSCN0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507792159587139186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TG-byaDffnI/AAAAAAAABcU/fcbWburtDOU/s400/DSCN0488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TG-bxt4Q4qI/AAAAAAAABcM/EIazRn4MIDA/s1600/DSCN0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507792147728884386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TG-bxt4Q4qI/AAAAAAAABcM/EIazRn4MIDA/s400/DSCN0485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday buke with my Perro Twinny and family at her new house. That perro eat alot sia. And her father cook very nice la. Yum. But despite that I didn't eat much cause like no shame like that right. Before buke walk around cwp to look for shoes and bags. Bought dendeng then went to her house. After buke surfed the net then went to NorthPlaza cause Perro Twinny wanted to buy Bubble Tea. Walked around the neighbourhood for 45min and I went home. I love her a lot loh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3830035305964156229?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3830035305964156229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3830035305964156229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-perro-twinny-and-family.html' title='Meet Perro Twinny and Family.'/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TG-byaDffnI/AAAAAAAABcU/fcbWburtDOU/s72-c/DSCN0488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2649073070202196002</id><published>2010-08-18T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:42:02.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're just a toy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGv-lAkrULI/AAAAAAAABcE/kgJThrIq06U/s1600/tumblr_ku4y6arTki1qzx0x7o1_500.jpgbarbiedolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506774881153011890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGv-lAkrULI/AAAAAAAABcE/kgJThrIq06U/s400/tumblr_ku4y6arTki1qzx0x7o1_500.jpgbarbiedolls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine if you walk into your room and saw hundreds of 'Barbie Dolls' nicely seated all over the floor, bed and wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;Scary shitzz la! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2649073070202196002?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2649073070202196002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2649073070202196002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-just-toy.html' title='You&apos;re just a toy!'/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGv-lAkrULI/AAAAAAAABcE/kgJThrIq06U/s72-c/tumblr_ku4y6arTki1qzx0x7o1_500.jpgbarbiedolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1949022927688994615</id><published>2010-08-18T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:32:41.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause the A1 motivates me to work harder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGv812pFWcI/AAAAAAAABb8/KelbdAOMa0E/s1600/tumblr_l79l3hwbcm1qb8jr2o1_500.pnghappy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506772971521661378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGv812pFWcI/AAAAAAAABb8/KelbdAOMa0E/s400/tumblr_l79l3hwbcm1qb8jr2o1_500.pnghappy.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how I feel when I got my results.&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I got an A1 for my MT O-level. I am super happy la. At first when Mdm Liaw (or whatever it's spelled) brought in the piece of paper with the results, I thought I was going to get and average mark only. Like a B3 or B4. Then I saw a '1' next to my name. I couldn't believe it. I keep on saying "Ah! Aku dapat A1! Aku dapat A1!" repeatedly. I thought I saw my name wrongly. But my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. It is true. And the most shocking part was when I got a 'D' for oral (That's distinction, btw) . I thought I flunked it y'know cause I feel I didn't give the fullest best. Maybe only 75% during my oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Cikgu Baya said is true. To get the grades that we want, we need to have hard work and 'doa'. The rest we let Allah decide. Syukur Alhamdullilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little sad I am not able to share my happiness with her. Well, I hope she's happy at where she is now. I love you. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1949022927688994615?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1949022927688994615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1949022927688994615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/08/cause-a1-motivates-me-to-work-harder.html' title='Cause the A1 motivates me to work harder.'/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGv812pFWcI/AAAAAAAABb8/KelbdAOMa0E/s72-c/tumblr_l79l3hwbcm1qb8jr2o1_500.pnghappy.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-7944136373058043311</id><published>2010-08-16T21:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:27:08.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picit Lima'/><title type='text'>Click5 Concert @ One Marina Boulevard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGlSe1wnQbI/AAAAAAAABbk/P4VmBBpjX1k/s1600/DSCN0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506022709217673650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGlSe1wnQbI/AAAAAAAABbk/P4VmBBpjX1k/s400/DSCN0466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGlSepcgkuI/AAAAAAAABbc/3M5GjfItXcY/s1600/DSCN0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506022705912124130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGlSepcgkuI/AAAAAAAABbc/3M5GjfItXcY/s400/DSCN0432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the Click 5 concert yesterday evening. It was fun and I had a great time. Initially I was lazy to go. I want to ditch the concert and ignore it all over. But cause we got an exclusive invite as guest, so Mieza wanted to just look look for a while and if it is good then we will walk right in and take our seats. So left home at 6.30pm. Took the train and half way at Newton, it's already time for break fast. Luckily I brought along my bottle and quickly took a sip right on the spot before the security officer or someone else saw me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alight at Raffles Place then took a long route to One Marina Boulevard. Reached there and the atmosphere was cooling and it was just a perfect night for a concert. NO regrets. Follow the sign to the guests area and shockingly, it was at the back. Much further than the normal audience. wtf. So Mieza and I was like confused and when I ask security he says that the area is correct. I was upset half way cause at where we were seating, it makes no different to a normal audience. It was further from the stage and Nick Ritter's zoom is already the maximum. Gosh! What a way to start the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, luckily we came early at 8.15pm. Cause at around 8.30pm, a YOG personnel told us that we were actually supposed to sit at the VIP section where it is a bit more infront. Right away, the two girls sitting beside me quickly rushed out of thier seats to the designated location. We also followed from behind and were lucky enough to have our seats at the third row from the VIP section. Note that there is a VVIP so they were nearer to the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the Click 5 showed up and play quite a number of songs from 'Catch your Wave' to 'I quit I quit I quit'. Oh, and not forgetting 'Jenny'. Dance along to their songs and Kyle Patrick is just so cute when he messes up with his hair. *Melts. Anyways, after the concert has ended, we walked out near the main road and called Papa cause he wanted to fetch us. He said he'll be late but that was the lucky part. While waiting we heard some girls screaming for them Click 5. So Mieza and I decided to go check it out. And there they were, giving out autographs. I also joined in and the screaming girls were really like hungry for thier touch and autographs. I got Kyle's only while Mieza got Kyle's and Ben's signature. How lucky! It was a thrill you know, squeezing through fanatics and hungry-for-an-autograph girls. They were also quite violent, pushing and squeezing every innocent corner of the gates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the guys left, some of us were still waiting for them to reappear. And it was just in time for Papa to call us sying that he is already around the corner. So he fetched us and we went to Kallang McD drivethrough cause did I mention I didn't eat anything for my break fast except for drinking the water I brought along from home? Yeah, it's true. So I ordered for myself McSpicy and went home feeling starstruck cause Kyle Patrick held my hand for a freakin' 5seconds. Woohoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-7944136373058043311?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7944136373058043311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7944136373058043311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/08/click5-concert-one-marina-boulevard.html' title='Click5 Concert @ One Marina Boulevard'/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGlSe1wnQbI/AAAAAAAABbk/P4VmBBpjX1k/s72-c/DSCN0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2381932568834423131</id><published>2010-08-11T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:12:24.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going through a Teenage life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGLLewpfkGI/AAAAAAAABbM/dDtYxd33lSQ/s1600/tumblr_l5tct4PdNQ1qaobbko1_500.jpgrealisation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504185423915618402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGLLewpfkGI/AAAAAAAABbM/dDtYxd33lSQ/s400/tumblr_l5tct4PdNQ1qaobbko1_500.jpgrealisation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may not realise it now, but everyone is blessed with same things. God is fair. I began to think that I should not feel rushed to have what I want/do at this point of time. I can be quite envious when I see people do great things with their friends and family. When they are amongst all the cool people. Sometimes I wanna be just like them. Now, that's my point. To rush things and do all the great things they did now when actually I have a long way to go;to live, and the same things they do I could wait for when it's my turn. Jealousy is a bad sign in life. This comes to show that we are not fortunate to have what we own now. Okay, at times we cannot help it but to follow a few things they do. If we don't, then we won't know what's 'trends' right? Ironic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGLLea3QaJI/AAAAAAAABbE/9AOUFHPnoAs/s1600/tumblr_l5tcimpL7N1qaobbko1_500.jpghappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504185418067765394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGLLea3QaJI/AAAAAAAABbE/9AOUFHPnoAs/s400/tumblr_l5tcimpL7N1qaobbko1_500.jpghappy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2381932568834423131?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2381932568834423131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2381932568834423131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/08/going-through-teenage-life.html' title='Going through a Teenage life.'/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TGLLewpfkGI/AAAAAAAABbM/dDtYxd33lSQ/s72-c/tumblr_l5tct4PdNQ1qaobbko1_500.jpgrealisation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1729581195105580974</id><published>2010-08-08T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:16:47.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided to make a post today dedicating to this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise, ever since this year, we have been like the moon and the stars. Wherever I go, I know she's at most within 1.5km away from me. I don't know what I'll do without her. She's the best thing I've ever own. I know, I role lead her. Most of the things she knew now were from me. I taught her from what's good and what's bad. I'm moulding her to become a better person she is now, today. I couldn't imagine if I was the last one. If my parents had said, "That's it. I am tired." I would have been a lonesome. Now that the most important person in my life has gone, I don't have anyone else to confide in except her. Well, I have to admit that sometimes she's an irritating brat. A pain in my ever-growing butt. But I love her cause she's like a precious pretty gem to me. I listen to all her complaints about being a short person but I keep on telling her that miniature size is better cause it's easier to find a partner. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, lil sis, I am thankful to have you.&lt;br /&gt;Sharmieza Sopri ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF6R895P26I/AAAAAAAABa8/DKF76xkbgbc/s1600/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502996271286180770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF6R895P26I/AAAAAAAABa8/DKF76xkbgbc/s400/DSC00037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1729581195105580974?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1729581195105580974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1729581195105580974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-decided-to-make-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF6R895P26I/AAAAAAAABa8/DKF76xkbgbc/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3317098354282829521</id><published>2010-08-07T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:58:37.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had and impromptu lunch with Papa and Mieza at Swensens' NorthPoint. Just pictures of what we ate that is why no us. Hav'e funte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF2A9p5GZYI/AAAAAAAABa0/zsUaAoWvxsc/s1600/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502696116422337922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF2A9p5GZYI/AAAAAAAABa0/zsUaAoWvxsc/s400/DSC00121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF2A9Y-HJLI/AAAAAAAABas/-QX7-NTdE5I/s1600/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502696111879955634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF2A9Y-HJLI/AAAAAAAABas/-QX7-NTdE5I/s400/DSC00124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF2A9LcY-HI/AAAAAAAABak/p1DueE7EJ2U/s1600/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502696108248856690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF2A9LcY-HI/AAAAAAAABak/p1DueE7EJ2U/s400/DSC00123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF2A8jmAzWI/AAAAAAAABac/B4BmY-RgFXw/s1600/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502696097551797602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF2A8jmAzWI/AAAAAAAABac/B4BmY-RgFXw/s400/DSC00126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF2A8f5zdKI/AAAAAAAABaU/PfoH4pmlwyI/s1600/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502696096561067170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF2A8f5zdKI/AAAAAAAABaU/PfoH4pmlwyI/s400/DSC00127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3317098354282829521?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3317098354282829521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3317098354282829521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/08/had-and-impromptu-lunch-with-papa-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF2A9p5GZYI/AAAAAAAABa0/zsUaAoWvxsc/s72-c/DSC00121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-7176717130244293485</id><published>2010-08-07T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:45:19.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF1_UiZT25I/AAAAAAAABaM/1E6C6l0-7rk/s1600/DSCN0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502694310523689874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF1_UiZT25I/AAAAAAAABaM/1E6C6l0-7rk/s400/DSCN0333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF1_T02y2mI/AAAAAAAABaE/NQcNuTnbaLc/s1600/DSCN0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502694298299325026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF1_T02y2mI/AAAAAAAABaE/NQcNuTnbaLc/s400/DSCN0334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF1_TljlRaI/AAAAAAAABZ8/po3A5rPUlIg/s1600/DSCN0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502694294192211362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF1_TljlRaI/AAAAAAAABZ8/po3A5rPUlIg/s400/DSCN0327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated National Day in school. I don't like how it rolls cause I cannot see the parade due to the fact that all have to stand and block each other especially those at the back. Then in class, kinda like present history and Singapore's achievements during the 45 year period. Made a board of well wishes for Singapore. Then head to the hall for a performance. The one and only thing I enjoyed was singing session. Whole heartedly I sang the few songs of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dismissal, went to have breakfast at KFC. Read books again in the library thereafter and then went home cause I'm having an impromptu praying feast at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little more time for mental strength.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-7176717130244293485?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7176717130244293485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7176717130244293485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/08/celebrated-national-day-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF1_UiZT25I/AAAAAAAABaM/1E6C6l0-7rk/s72-c/DSCN0333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1990522506752466607</id><published>2010-08-07T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:28:53.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until we meet again :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TF17ebdDEbI/AAAAAAAABZ0/BFLo-6VvDpQ/s1600/DSCN0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that after my greatest loss, I would mourn all my life til God knows when. Then I realise, that I was a strong person. Many times before, they say I should be prepared for what is going to happen. What is going to happen to her. I was. I was prepared. A vast amount of tears flow out, drying the entire area of my eye socket til it needs 24hours to recover back the dampness. Now I'm beginning to accept the fact, slowly and steadily. I don't enjoy being alone now cause I am not done yet in learning all that I should have learnt. I don't have anyone else to turn to. It was all a sad dream that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, I just had to go out of the house to avoid sadness hovering over my head. Aunt called me to meet her cause she needs a copy of the cert. Had lunch with her also and talked about how she was a good person in our lives. I really miss her. Then I met Hidayah. Initial plan was to RP. But since there were a little too many students strolling out, we decided to go to the library to read books. Saw Hyrul Anwar and Shahir. It was until 8.30pm that we decided to leave the place to have dinner. Hidayah told Shahir we wanted to leave for dinner and surprisingly he wanted to follow. Grab dinner at McD. Laughed at his silly antics and weird behaviours then went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't regret going out to have some air and be accompanied by two great people. At least it eases my mind for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Peace &gt;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1990522506752466607?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1990522506752466607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1990522506752466607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/08/until-we-meet-again.html' title='Until we meet again :&apos;('/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3767707248479084427</id><published>2010-08-02T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:15:44.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random nights calling'/><title type='text'>A friend in need is a friend indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TFWdnO7HvAI/AAAAAAAABZs/jIAfgsWVJPE/s1600/tumblr_l4rhmm35pj1qztfcko1_500.jpgmonsterfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500475817249455106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TFWdnO7HvAI/AAAAAAAABZs/jIAfgsWVJPE/s400/tumblr_l4rhmm35pj1qztfcko1_500.jpgmonsterfriend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a person has a beautiful face or is very good-looking, everyone wants to be their friends. Sometimes, I feel this part is unfair about socialising. Thinking about it, I thought that of course the pretty people would already have their friends of thier own. If you just add him/her on facebook just to be friends with them there and not talking to them, then what's the point? Is it just a matter of wanting to show off that "hey! I know this person. He/She is a friend of mine on Facebook." wth? Then might as well don't add the person. Or are you a stalker wanting to view every photo that he/she uploads and wanting to know her personal life through twitter or blogger or tumblr? It's kinda funny cause I myself did this kind of shit. But now I realise, I guess, that befriending someone isn't about how they look. But it's about how they are towards you. It's about the friendship that we created; the bond that we shared. As a not pretty person like myself, I guess I need to learn not to envy others. Yeah yeah, they had a lot of friends but the only true friend that sticks by your side and is there for you when you're unhappy is amounted to one person. So go ahead, find that friend and treasure him/her. Cause I found mine and I love her a lot. I don't need tons of friend to go along with it. Okay, well maybe a few. Adios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3767707248479084427?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3767707248479084427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3767707248479084427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/08/friend-in-need-is-friend-indeed.html' title='A friend in need is a friend indeed.'/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TFWdnO7HvAI/AAAAAAAABZs/jIAfgsWVJPE/s72-c/tumblr_l4rhmm35pj1qztfcko1_500.jpgmonsterfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-6095834909684588490</id><published>2010-07-24T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:04:00.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEsAiiHl8pI/AAAAAAAABY8/ksKb-XPOxEg/s1600/tumblr_l5o8cu1D421qcgz3so1_500.pngboy%26girl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497488363410027154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEsAiiHl8pI/AAAAAAAABY8/ksKb-XPOxEg/s400/tumblr_l5o8cu1D421qcgz3so1_500.pngboy%26girl.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I just &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; to post this. Okay, da. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-6095834909684588490?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/6095834909684588490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/6095834909684588490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEsAiiHl8pI/AAAAAAAABY8/ksKb-XPOxEg/s72-c/tumblr_l5o8cu1D421qcgz3so1_500.pngboy%26girl.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2663680461799146552</id><published>2010-07-24T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:59:22.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEpI5OpravI/AAAAAAAABY0/1CwNb9-fZ_Q/s1600/38915_1402089604811_1009443763_30888277_5808787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497286443181763314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEpI5OpravI/AAAAAAAABY0/1CwNb9-fZ_Q/s400/38915_1402089604811_1009443763_30888277_5808787_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prelims are here. Won't be blogging unnecessarily until it ends. Goodbye and Take care Hommies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2663680461799146552?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2663680461799146552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2663680461799146552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/prelims-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEpI5OpravI/AAAAAAAABY0/1CwNb9-fZ_Q/s72-c/38915_1402089604811_1009443763_30888277_5808787_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-5502343715610744088</id><published>2010-07-23T21:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:47:20.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEmp-wpTd-I/AAAAAAAABYs/GFIxS3BhBT4/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497111715857528802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEmp-wpTd-I/AAAAAAAABYs/GFIxS3BhBT4/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna summarise what I did today cause many things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day of Prelims Written Paper. So, it's English Paper 1&amp;amp;2. It's quite easy la. I think Paper 2 is not that difficult than I thought. After the paper ended, went to cwp to catch 'Despicable Me' with Hidayah. Uh, this part she dragged me to watch it. So because she don't have movie buddy, I go with her. It was hilarious la. Sadly we didn't watch the beginning cause some people during the queue was fcuking slow. pfft! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie ended, had lunch at LJS. I swear after I ate that meal, I am going to be sick and I don't want to eat another box of LJS meal for as long as I want cause of the flour and high content of oil. Yucks! Went home afterwards. Reached the front door of my house skali the door was locked and I didn't bring my keys. Called Mieza and she said she's visiting Mama at hospital. So no one was at home. Damn it man! So I waited for an hour for Papa to come back home. Luckily I have my storybook with me in my bag. So killed time by reading that for 45min then the rest of the time I listened to music and played game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Papa reached home to unlock the door, showered and initially I thought I wanna go study with Hidayah but Mama gave me the guilty question. So I thought maybe we would go tomorrow. But last last Papa lazy want to send me at hospital so I decided to go study but surprised Hidayah cause I already tell her I won't go study with her. Messaged her and asked her where she was and all and tadaa, I really surprised her at the library. Haha! Randomm eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while studying this 3fucktards from MSL was talking and laughing and basically, not studying laa. So I sound them. They kept quiet. Then they make noise again, Hidayah sound them. They quiten a bit but continued to talk loudly. At one point one of them purposely want to irritate us by singing. It was super annoying laa. Then when they wanted to leave Hidayah and I stared at them. Biatch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 2-3hrs of studying, went to cwp to had our dinner. We don't know where to eat and last last, we bought something from OCK and that's our dinner (again). Sat behind the MRT station to eat. Talk talk laugh laugh. Got saw one chiobang also. Then while waiting for Mieza, I was looking behind at the escalator area la. Suddenly got this one random CRAZY guy, walked towards us briskly and point his handphone towards us like a remote control and saying something and calling us open-minded. I said back, "eh you what the fuck?!" Then he walk away. Mampos! Me and Hidayah was like wtf? My heart was pumping fcuking fast like shit la. It was very unexpected. So we decided to walk away cause we were afraid he might come around and attack us physically. Luckily for me he didn't put his hands out the fence to grab me or something. Serious shit I was fcuking scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After meeting Mieza, we went back home. Pheww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-5502343715610744088?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5502343715610744088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5502343715610744088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-im-gonna-summarise-what-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEmp-wpTd-I/AAAAAAAABYs/GFIxS3BhBT4/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2069516413000245662</id><published>2010-07-22T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:23:10.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RHD2010'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEhTK8uM2RI/AAAAAAAABYk/RBhlZlvhy6M/s1600/34510_411406849684_576649684_4704144_23209_n.jpgRHD2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496734792769394962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEhTK8uM2RI/AAAAAAAABYk/RBhlZlvhy6M/s400/34510_411406849684_576649684_4704144_23209_n.jpgRHD2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The most Awesome class!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last year of RHD was the best. I love everyone in 5/1. They're the best peeps ever. Okay, enough praising ourselves. Haha! Apart from the sucky timetable and wtf performance, we managed to slot in some picture-taking time with almost each other. Couldn't ask for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, I didn't get to take a photo with him. I is sad. But he is so action. pfft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2069516413000245662?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2069516413000245662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2069516413000245662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/most-awesome-class-last-year-of-rhd-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEhTK8uM2RI/AAAAAAAABYk/RBhlZlvhy6M/s72-c/34510_411406849684_576649684_4704144_23209_n.jpgRHD2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-5508399394984443777</id><published>2010-07-20T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:32:23.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEWkSv9dkrI/AAAAAAAABYc/g-PyqRbWys8/s1600/tumblr_l5c99i4aYq1qzdr4go1_500.pngpooh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495979562294416050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEWkSv9dkrI/AAAAAAAABYc/g-PyqRbWys8/s400/tumblr_l5c99i4aYq1qzdr4go1_500.pngpooh.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hidayah, ini picture untuk kamu. Kerana kamu suke dia macam gila, bukan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was the last day of MT Olevel; LC. It wasn't that difficult. Not that easy either. I hope I did well cause when I compare answers with the others, their's are different. Hmms~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow is RHD. Excited cause I'm gonna bring Nick Ritter along. Hopefully we'll win for the most number of students wearing ethnic costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm bored. I'm not revising for Science Practical. Tomorrow also studying with Study Buddy(s). I'm bored again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-5508399394984443777?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5508399394984443777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5508399394984443777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/hidayah-ini-picture-untuk-kamu.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEWkSv9dkrI/AAAAAAAABYc/g-PyqRbWys8/s72-c/tumblr_l5c99i4aYq1qzdr4go1_500.pngpooh.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2583607457166962067</id><published>2010-07-17T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:52:05.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEFQ5nUtecI/AAAAAAAABYU/vRKeSUqYKr4/s1600/tumblr_kwxgo3SqdU1qzjggvo1_500.pnghappy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494761971107330498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEFQ5nUtecI/AAAAAAAABYU/vRKeSUqYKr4/s400/tumblr_kwxgo3SqdU1qzjggvo1_500.pnghappy.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They say when the upper part of our eyes flickered, it means that we are going to meet someone whom it has been a long time since we met. Well, maybe not very long la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when our lower eyes flickered, they say that we are going to cry. However, all these are not 100% accurate. But it has been for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that last two days, my upper eye flickered, and yesterday I met Fatin Amelia. Talked to her for a while cause I'm going back home with Mieza. Then while buying food,  I saw my two primary school classmates. Talked to them for  a while also before I leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and next week is prelims. I'm really not ready. But will work hard, still. Later on will be going study date with Hidayah Hamidon. Hopefully it will go as planned.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2583607457166962067?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2583607457166962067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2583607457166962067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-say-when-upper-part-of-our-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TEFQ5nUtecI/AAAAAAAABYU/vRKeSUqYKr4/s72-c/tumblr_kwxgo3SqdU1qzjggvo1_500.pnghappy.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4061568980047766676</id><published>2010-07-14T19:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:36:57.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MCR - I Don't Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TD2vCbsT2WI/AAAAAAAABYM/phLDcCpZ_S0/s1600/tumblr_kyq9m0eTX91qax8o9o1_500.jpgboyf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493739576790079842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TD2vCbsT2WI/AAAAAAAABYM/phLDcCpZ_S0/s400/tumblr_kyq9m0eTX91qax8o9o1_500.jpgboyf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went round and round. Yet he's still missing. I went uphill and downhill. Yet he's nowhere to be found. After hope's all gone, I went up "Blue Hill", the only place I'll ever find felicity. Just when I was about to shed a tear, a song was sung. The song he wrote for me. A song which carries a whole new meaning of my life with him. The voice was dulcet and euphonious. Just as I turned to look behind, my lips was pressed against his. From that moment "I don't love him, like I did yesterday". I loathe him for running away from my life for 5minutes while we were playing hide-and-go-seek. That's how much I love him. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Azin Ritter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4061568980047766676?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4061568980047766676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4061568980047766676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/mcr-i-dont-love-you.html' title='MCR - I Don&apos;t Love You'/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TD2vCbsT2WI/AAAAAAAABYM/phLDcCpZ_S0/s72-c/tumblr_kyq9m0eTX91qax8o9o1_500.jpgboyf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-8457818779314887242</id><published>2010-07-13T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:51:22.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, MT Oral Examination is over. Done. I'm not gonna think about what happened just this evening. Whatever results I get, I know I did my best. Besides, I feel that it's so rude for the examiner to be feeling so high (as in sleepy) while we were talking. I just feel like throwing a glass of ice cold water to keep her awake. Haha! The good thing is that the conversation was easy peasy. Yessa! I'm gonna scare Sufyan tomorrow saying that his would be harder. Huahua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the conversation I had with peers while waiting for our turn to do Oral just makes me gonna miss secondary school more later after we graduate. Why do bonds form when we are about to split? It just sucks y'know. Well, I guess life had its share. We cannot hope for best things to always happen. But for Olevel, I hope the best things happen. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I haven't decide yet on what to wear for RHD. Chinese? Indian? I guess I just wait to decide on Friday when I travel to China(town) and (Little) India. Haha! By the way, you'll guys will meet my  baby when I bring him later on that day. Be excited! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-8457818779314887242?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8457818779314887242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8457818779314887242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-7655711985943736603</id><published>2010-07-10T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:42:31.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDdRUhSDu8I/AAAAAAAABX8/gsImTFlIiMI/s1600/tumblr_l3ndobXSpy1qzz3tno1_500pinkshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDdRUhSDu8I/AAAAAAAABX8/gsImTFlIiMI/s400/tumblr_l3ndobXSpy1qzz3tno1_500pinkshoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491947683574954946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from an impromptu shopping trip with my family at Mustafa Centre. Bought the things I have long been wanting. Well, only one la. But its still a something kan? Anyways, I've got a new friend now. His name is Nicholas (Nick) . I love him a lot, I know.  But I'm still waiting. Don't know what right? Haha! , Okay crap. Next week, Chinatown and Little India with Mieza. Okay, I wanna sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-7655711985943736603?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7655711985943736603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7655711985943736603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/nick.html' title='Nick'/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDdRUhSDu8I/AAAAAAAABX8/gsImTFlIiMI/s72-c/tumblr_l3ndobXSpy1qzz3tno1_500pinkshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-7270918009743486123</id><published>2010-07-08T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:05:49.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDXj2st57FI/AAAAAAAABX0/7DSo2_hLej8/s1600/tumblr_kuqf4vStqk1qax8o9o1_400bf1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDXj2st57FI/AAAAAAAABX0/7DSo2_hLej8/s400/tumblr_kuqf4vStqk1qax8o9o1_400bf1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491545849504328786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He walks down the aisle, oblivious of the surroundings. Slowly towards me, intensely looking into my charcoal-coloured eyes. He held his hands out and slowly smile. I knew I only had 7seconds to react. Finally I place my hands into his. I made a last look at the Man I am suppose to make babies with. Without hesitation I ran away with him in my one of a kind Vera Wang dress Mary chose for me. Only Stephanie knew why I did that. Finally I feel like Lady Gaga in her 'telephone' music video; freed and about to carry out more sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Azin Ritter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-7270918009743486123?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7270918009743486123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7270918009743486123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/meet-my-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDXj2st57FI/AAAAAAAABX0/7DSo2_hLej8/s72-c/tumblr_kuqf4vStqk1qax8o9o1_400bf1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4478538037896186969</id><published>2010-07-07T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T18:12:08.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Z . A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDRRJtDuOcI/AAAAAAAABXs/4PVObMT-X1w/s1600/tumblr_l3ymjchDem1qzz3tno1_500starbucks.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDRRJtDuOcI/AAAAAAAABXs/4PVObMT-X1w/s400/tumblr_l3ymjchDem1qzz3tno1_500starbucks.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491103072827357634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saper mau Starbucks sama gua? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply couldn't stop thinking about that guy. Haha! This is all because of Syafiqah cause she messaged me last night discussing about him. Just when I was about to forget everything. Haha, okay crap la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a while since I talked about school. Everything is okay. Prelims are much closer than I thought. I cannot continue with this kind of lifestyle anymore. Blog and Facebook and Television are distractions. Big one. Need to start studying. Haa, I'm always saying that but ... Wait! No but(s)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I have to stop thinking about him! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine if he really adds me on FB. Another big distraction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4478538037896186969?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4478538037896186969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4478538037896186969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/saper-mau-starbucks-sama-gua-xd-hello.html' title='Z . A'/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDRRJtDuOcI/AAAAAAAABXs/4PVObMT-X1w/s72-c/tumblr_l3ymjchDem1qzz3tno1_500starbucks.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1055671114610330469</id><published>2010-07-05T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:45:34.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDG3rrQralI/AAAAAAAABXc/RpTsOWFl8XE/s1600/tumblr_kyztk433fW1qzcso1o1_500swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDG3rrQralI/AAAAAAAABXc/RpTsOWFl8XE/s400/tumblr_kyztk433fW1qzcso1o1_500swing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490371381716281938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Youth Day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;grannies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1055671114610330469?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1055671114610330469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1055671114610330469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-youth-day-grannies.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDG3rrQralI/AAAAAAAABXc/RpTsOWFl8XE/s72-c/tumblr_kyztk433fW1qzcso1o1_500swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4303022301328588485</id><published>2010-07-04T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:00:03.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDB3kaMN5dI/AAAAAAAABXU/uKayYnHz5hU/s1600/tumblr_l3o8a8tcjz1qzjggvo1_500sexyhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDB3kaMN5dI/AAAAAAAABXU/uKayYnHz5hU/s400/tumblr_l3o8a8tcjz1qzjggvo1_500sexyhair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490019413154194898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the hair! HOT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4303022301328588485?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4303022301328588485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4303022301328588485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/look-at-hair-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDB3kaMN5dI/AAAAAAAABXU/uKayYnHz5hU/s72-c/tumblr_l3o8a8tcjz1qzjggvo1_500sexyhair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1970063559834295517</id><published>2010-07-04T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:05:15.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDBqIPAmYxI/AAAAAAAABWs/1i7ViWo2J1c/s1600/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDBqIPAmYxI/AAAAAAAABWs/1i7ViWo2J1c/s400/DSC00050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490004635465179922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Best siool Mosh dgn nie duer org!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to everybody who's reading my blog that Ignite 2010 was freakin' awesome! Damn! Moshing was the best of all apart from all the hot hot heat guys I made body contact with. Haha! At one point, me and Syafiqah were being squeezed by lots of guys cause they wanted to body surf this random guy. We were in their way. I was screaming and holding on to Syafiqah for dear life. Luckily I was super strong, pushed all the smelly and sweaty guys away. Oh, did I mention that while we were moshing, Hidayah fell on the mud? She left us for a while and missed the fun. Ohya, I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; cute guy. Melts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1970063559834295517?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1970063559834295517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1970063559834295517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-siool-mosh-dgn-nie-duer-org-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TDBqIPAmYxI/AAAAAAAABWs/1i7ViWo2J1c/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-515853033365926185</id><published>2010-07-03T11:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:08:31.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TC63U0MLAVI/AAAAAAAABWk/BzdvXdcBsEA/s1600/Ice+K.+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TC63U0MLAVI/AAAAAAAABWk/BzdvXdcBsEA/s400/Ice+K.+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489526564046176594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's July already. Half of the year is gone. Poof! 3 more months to Olevel and two more months to Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last Thursday I finally get to eat Ice Kacang with Hidayah at Woodland Point. Sedaapp! Bought my new jeans and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went for Ignite. It was awesome with friends but the Bands are not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; great. idk. Moshed for the first time. Haha! Got my red shoes dirty and muddy. Saw a lot of familiar faces. After it ended, went to have dupper (dinner+supper) at Civic Mcd. I was actually against eating there but Hidayah and Syafiqah wanted to go there cause they say it's better there. Uhm, isn't it the same food? Heh. Anyways, just follow them.  And I'm really thankful cause something happened. To the extend of me not being hungry anymore. Hah! Melt! Huahua .&lt;br /&gt;So today, I think I'm going again. Hopefully the rest are able to make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-515853033365926185?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/515853033365926185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/515853033365926185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TC63U0MLAVI/AAAAAAAABWk/BzdvXdcBsEA/s72-c/Ice+K.+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2011052562242777231</id><published>2010-06-29T20:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:56:40.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm 17yrs 3days young. And I pretty enjoy what my dearest family and friends did for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I L O V E them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some thing I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Envy me. Hah!, K crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrxHN3MMI/AAAAAAAABWU/NbOIattzHNk/s1600/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrxHN3MMI/AAAAAAAABWU/NbOIattzHNk/s400/DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488176849910968514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hidayah♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrwtyCQCI/AAAAAAAABWM/13oVQWkU42E/s1600/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrwtyCQCI/AAAAAAAABWM/13oVQWkU42E/s400/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488176843083366434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syera♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrwTlCKbI/AAAAAAAABWE/MHZs9RhILs4/s1600/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrwTlCKbI/AAAAAAAABWE/MHZs9RhILs4/s400/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488176836049512882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Izzah♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrYt5tKmI/AAAAAAAABV0/uIZqJ6wO5LQ/s1600/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrYt5tKmI/AAAAAAAABV0/uIZqJ6wO5LQ/s400/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488176430798678626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huda♥, Wilda♥, Syafiqa♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCns7tOwCLI/AAAAAAAABWc/fvik7QTRxNE/s1600/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCns7tOwCLI/AAAAAAAABWc/fvik7QTRxNE/s400/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488178131425560754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunshines♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrwNFV6xI/AAAAAAAABV8/fTxHvBDjMpQ/s1600/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrwNFV6xI/AAAAAAAABV8/fTxHvBDjMpQ/s400/DSC00066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488176834305977106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiikah♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrX5GxD_I/AAAAAAAABVk/E_xhnSuhJQs/s1600/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrX5GxD_I/AAAAAAAABVk/E_xhnSuhJQs/s400/DSC00074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488176416626380786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kakak♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrXlil_gI/AAAAAAAABVc/WWLmc_MgnUo/s1600/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrXlil_gI/AAAAAAAABVc/WWLmc_MgnUo/s400/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488176411374386690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adik♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrXF1IkkI/AAAAAAAABVU/H_Mi7gYO8P0/s1600/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrXF1IkkI/AAAAAAAABVU/H_Mi7gYO8P0/s400/DSC00082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488176402862215746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ain♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2011052562242777231?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2011052562242777231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2011052562242777231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCnrxHN3MMI/AAAAAAAABWU/NbOIattzHNk/s72-c/DSC00047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3330661078540073410</id><published>2010-06-26T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:15:18.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCWo3pWoZBI/AAAAAAAABVM/ZrXiaebtEE0/s1600/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCWo3pWoZBI/AAAAAAAABVM/ZrXiaebtEE0/s400/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486977394967864338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku nak pergi RedCamp7 sebab ader &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kau? Heehee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3330661078540073410?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3330661078540073410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3330661078540073410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_8293.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TCWo3pWoZBI/AAAAAAAABVM/ZrXiaebtEE0/s72-c/DSC00040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2670308763290667767</id><published>2010-06-26T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:03:47.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very good time with my dearest friends yesterday at Woodlands Waterfront. They made a surprise Birthday Party for me and it really really was a surprise. Oh man, they are really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; actors especially Hidayah Hamidon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual plan I heard was that we will be going to SSC cause Huda had "booked" some tickets for us. Actually I knew that there must be a surprise Birthday for me or something. But Hidayah said that they had no time to plan and all that shit. So I really thought that there wasn't anything la. Just a girls outing before school re-opens. Okay. But turns out the opposite as in, there was a surprise. And I didn't suspect a thing. I was so dumb la. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first went to Causeway Point. Hidayah said that she was alone and the rest haven't come. So I said meet me at Metro. Then she bumped into Izzah and Syera. And the four of us met. I thought we would go to the meeting point but Hidayah said Huda and the rest will be "late" and would come 10min later. So we were told to just walk around Causeway Point. Then Hidayah decided to just meet them at SSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 856. I was happily laughing and chatting away with Hidayah. Suddenly she said that she thought we took the wrong bus. She quickly got out of her seat and tapped out, with the rest following. I was like, "Eh I've been there(SSC) before with this bus la." But of course I have to follow them cause I don't want to end up alone. I was so fed-up and angry cause we were in the middle of nowhere with only forest trees at the side. Then Hidayah said that we should walk straight ahead. I was really pissed off and started cursing at her. Then I saw "Woodlands Waterfront". First thought was like, "Eh, I can call Fatin Amelia to go here next time cause I know how to go there." Out of all the things I thought of Fatin Amelia eh? Haha!  But when I saw Hidayah's faceagain , I was back to frustration. Izzah was next to me trying to calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we walked right in and there I saw, Huda, Wilda, Syafiqah and Syafiqa. I was appalled and shocked. I turned away and want to get out of the place because I was very angry that they tricked me. Then I started crying. After wiping off tears, they started singing me a birthday song and we had our lunch. (so brief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent playing at the rope thingy and the playground, make song covers that are inappropriate but so damn funny and then watch sunset and enjoy the oh-so cool wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A big big big &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to all my lovely friends who planned the surprise advanced birthday celebration. I am very elated and thankful for all the wonderful presents you gave to me too and the great company you all have  been . Love you girls to the core! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the credits: Hidayah, Izzah, Huda, Wilda, Syafiqa Hummaira, Syera and Syafiqah Hazirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ps: I don't have the pictures just yet. Wait awhile hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2670308763290667767?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2670308763290667767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2670308763290667767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-208997610244094351</id><published>2010-06-24T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:16:45.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My cycling session today was ruined by a couple of stupid asshole Banghlas. I swear if I'm president, I want to make a policy of removing foreigners from coming in to Singapore and only recruit those who are working as domestic helpers and construction workers. Even so, I'm gonna let them work for only 4months and then go back to their fcuking homeland and only allow the same workers to come back after 6months. Well, another batch will take turns coming in. You know what, I really feel that they are the cause of global warming in Singapore. And all those Philippines are better off in their own country. Didn't they realise that their country is idk how many times bigger than ours? I mean seriously. You're just drowning the island of Singapore. That's why there are floods in Orchard Road. pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I being racist? I don't think so cause I am just stating the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, about my cycling session today,  I was cycling this quite narrow pavement. I thought I could make it through without any obstructions. Cause I thought some people would have the brains to move aside and let me pass. So I cycled, there's this two Banghlas walking side by side. Logical people would make a single file but this two dickheads are trying to act more skinny. Lastly, my bike crashed into a pillar. Luckily it's not so bad. I turned back and stare at them. Fcuking losers. Go burn yourselves and die la! After that I just got down from my bike , went up the zig-zag slope and I saw one of them looking at me. I cursed him and walked away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-208997610244094351?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/208997610244094351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/208997610244094351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1610362396605238758</id><published>2010-06-21T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:24:20.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already had my milkshake today. So nice. And the afternoon was spent with Fatin Perro. Haha! I'm really sorry we didn't travel all the way to anywhere we wanted to go. I had a tiring morning, scrubbing and cleaning the toilet to the extend of almost getting bitten by a spider cause I ruined it's "home". Oh man! It's a sin. Hmms. Anyways, Fatin Amelia told me about this religion about believing in Satan instead of their own Gods. I don't know. Don't dare to say. And Lady Gaga is one of the believers. I forgot how it's spelled but I know how it's pronounced. Gonna check it out on Youtube later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TB9LoUYYsRI/AAAAAAAABVE/qsuyWgus2o0/s1600/tumblr_l3yg4pk7aO1qzz3tno1_500guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TB9LoUYYsRI/AAAAAAAABVE/qsuyWgus2o0/s400/tumblr_l3yg4pk7aO1qzz3tno1_500guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485186027198394642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really want this for my Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1610362396605238758?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1610362396605238758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1610362396605238758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TB9LoUYYsRI/AAAAAAAABVE/qsuyWgus2o0/s72-c/tumblr_l3yg4pk7aO1qzz3tno1_500guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2975910042072674168</id><published>2010-06-19T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:29:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the things I am craving for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBzgyAOWRkI/AAAAAAAABU8/mLt9Ht8mJOQ/s1600/tumblr_l1l79sFMdj1qzej35o1_500oreoshake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBzgyAOWRkI/AAAAAAAABU8/mLt9Ht8mJOQ/s400/tumblr_l1l79sFMdj1qzej35o1_500oreoshake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484505595888682562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBzgxpuRdCI/AAAAAAAABU0/KaO4Knwowrs/s1600/tumblr_l42uscyiaa1qa53bzo1_500milkshake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBzgxpuRdCI/AAAAAAAABU0/KaO4Knwowrs/s400/tumblr_l42uscyiaa1qa53bzo1_500milkshake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484505589848568866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBzgxNc33YI/AAAAAAAABUs/ZSZMEpiespw/s1600/tumblr_l3ym46wJwo1qzz3tno1_500milkshake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBzgxNc33YI/AAAAAAAABUs/ZSZMEpiespw/s400/tumblr_l3ym46wJwo1qzz3tno1_500milkshake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484505582259395970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah. Milkshakes♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2975910042072674168?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2975910042072674168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2975910042072674168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_5085.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBzgyAOWRkI/AAAAAAAABU8/mLt9Ht8mJOQ/s72-c/tumblr_l1l79sFMdj1qzej35o1_500oreoshake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1035160574156302428</id><published>2010-06-18T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:09:11.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppRoILb1AoE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppRoILb1AoE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear this guy is talented and Hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1035160574156302428?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1035160574156302428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1035160574156302428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-swear-this-guy-is-talented-and-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2714622029486197260</id><published>2010-06-18T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:15:10.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBupQWZ_i1I/AAAAAAAABUk/9z49EgZ3kD4/s1600/tumblr_l120fgdeNE1qa80obo1_500haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBupQWZ_i1I/AAAAAAAABUk/9z49EgZ3kD4/s400/tumblr_l120fgdeNE1qa80obo1_500haircut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484163069611314002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I salon-ised my hair today and I look pretty. Prettier than my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, @Starbucks I don't want to study. I want to read Hadzira's book I borrowed weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't started reading also. No time. Sorry ex-bestfriend. I'm just at Chapter2 out of idk how many chapters.&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2714622029486197260?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2714622029486197260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2714622029486197260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBupQWZ_i1I/AAAAAAAABUk/9z49EgZ3kD4/s72-c/tumblr_l120fgdeNE1qa80obo1_500haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3101035491107044124</id><published>2010-06-17T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:32:32.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Neutral&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Very very full&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Stereo Love (Blog Song)&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of: Should I rebond my hair again?&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to meet: Fatin Amelia and my childhood sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Wearing: 1st Softball tee and Long Pants&lt;br /&gt;Was about to: Pee&lt;br /&gt;Present Location: Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 27 June (almost coming!!) ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Wants: Guitar, Digital Camera, Laptop (Haha! All want expensive things.)&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend: Hidayah Hamidon&lt;br /&gt;Bestie: Fatin Amelia&lt;br /&gt;In love with: Nino Fernandez (Haha! ... eh, true la.)&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to watch (in cinemas) (currently): Toy Story3 and Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous for: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Messaging: Hidayah Hamidon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's get up-close and personal shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBojWVCTFJI/AAAAAAAABUc/v3CVTQas27U/s1600/32039_409943039172_794509172_4141357_1505962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBojWVCTFJI/AAAAAAAABUc/v3CVTQas27U/s400/32039_409943039172_794509172_4141357_1505962_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483734362787878034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Dee, Photographer&lt;br /&gt;Yana, Camera&lt;br /&gt;Azin Ritter, Model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3101035491107044124?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3101035491107044124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3101035491107044124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBojWVCTFJI/AAAAAAAABUc/v3CVTQas27U/s72-c/32039_409943039172_794509172_4141357_1505962_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-23104867445415526</id><published>2010-06-15T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:30:25.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBdj3HPEUbI/AAAAAAAABUU/11_U_opfq00/s1600/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBdj3HPEUbI/AAAAAAAABUU/11_U_opfq00/s400/DSC01616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482960869833068978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finish chatting with this lil' lady. I love her to bits la eventhough I never say.&lt;br /&gt;Cineleisure and Haji Lane , Friday can? Hee hee&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-23104867445415526?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/23104867445415526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/23104867445415526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-finish-chatting-with-this-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBdj3HPEUbI/AAAAAAAABUU/11_U_opfq00/s72-c/DSC01616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1420191195696233441</id><published>2010-06-14T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:31:01.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBY80Q8Q4qI/AAAAAAAABUM/q2IEbGC7tZ0/s1600/tumblr_l0mirvpFnn1qbt8b8o1_500selena.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBY80Q8Q4qI/AAAAAAAABUM/q2IEbGC7tZ0/s320/tumblr_l0mirvpFnn1qbt8b8o1_500selena.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482636464968753826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;L O V E&lt;/span&gt; SelenaGomez (I'm not lesbian!)&lt;br /&gt;Role model and she's only 17!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so full today. I had Pasta Mania for dinner which I ordered with my own Ka-chings. And half of the Hawaiian Pizza is still in the oven waiting to be eaten. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to jog tomorrow! I've cheated my own health by waking up late today and so, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to payback. See you around the neighbourhood!&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've tried to study, alone, at home. But I couldn't concentrate. I only manage to finish my leftover Geography assignment and did some Chemistry practice questions on 'Chemical Calculations'. I guess, I need a study buddy so I could somehow concentrate on revision. Well, it works on me that way. shrugs. So, who's up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Okay, I'm talking to myself. Who's gonna read this right? Tsk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1420191195696233441?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1420191195696233441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1420191195696233441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-l-o-v-e-selenagomez-im-not-lesbian.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBY80Q8Q4qI/AAAAAAAABUM/q2IEbGC7tZ0/s72-c/tumblr_l0mirvpFnn1qbt8b8o1_500selena.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-7382863817326606222</id><published>2010-06-13T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:57:47.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBT_pRAleII/AAAAAAAABT8/AU_mp_9o3TA/s1600/DSC02144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBT_pRAleII/AAAAAAAABT8/AU_mp_9o3TA/s400/DSC02144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482287730822314114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kakak aku makan Durian macam orang kelaparan 7hari. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was tiring, I swear. Luckily there's this cute guy who kinda enlightens the day and very fortunately, today was a little slack. It's just me and Izzah and some other people but yeah, I had my laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Okay, I realise my sentences does not link or relate. Fcuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, after work I thought I wanna go shopping at Junction8 but I was too fatigue and exhausted and besides, I don't feel good about myself, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thought of the day: You know what's the unlucky thing about being a girl? You can't change your clothes without coverage. Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-7382863817326606222?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7382863817326606222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7382863817326606222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/kakak-aku-makan-durian-macam-orang.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBT_pRAleII/AAAAAAAABT8/AU_mp_9o3TA/s72-c/DSC02144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-6302864223812764961</id><published>2010-06-12T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T13:33:49.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, when I walked in at this Old Folks' Home for Old Men for the Derma thing ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Old Man at the hall: Kat dalam bagus *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was inside the office with Mama, doing all the payments and asking inquiries, a guy walks in. A really cute and hot guy. You know, the ones same age as me. He was one of the volunteers in the Home. I was surprised cause usually that type of guy would rather play music or hang out with his friends. But this ones' really different. If only more guys would lend a helping hand and help out as volunteers like him. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the payment and all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Old Man at the hall: Eh, tak jadi sign up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Me: Buat derma ajer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the old man cannot hear so I just walk away. Yes, he thought I was going to sign Mama into the Old Folks' Home. Crazy or what? Like I'll ever do that to Mama. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Hidayah went to Malaysia for holiday. Tomorrow, I may be forced to go to work which obviously, I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoutout of the day: Fatin Amelia! When's the date? A lot to catch up. And bring lotsa money cause I want to shop and drop with you.&lt;br /&gt;Muacks! &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-6302864223812764961?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/6302864223812764961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/6302864223812764961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/yesterday-when-i-walked-in-at-this-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-8002334349713784513</id><published>2010-06-11T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:56:29.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBHP17ddhkI/AAAAAAAABT0/XgIsr1oXcUk/s1600/tumblr_l267noFJwc1qza6kro1_500book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBHP17ddhkI/AAAAAAAABT0/XgIsr1oXcUk/s400/tumblr_l267noFJwc1qza6kro1_500book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481390746887882306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;True Enuff. Speaking of which, I haven't return Hadzira's 'The Last Song'  :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's plan is following Mama to somewhere for donations (derma) . I don't really want to tag along but I also don't want to stay at home. Besides, who's gonna push her? Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;I am bored. Today is the FIFA thingy right? Haha! Idk, but I wanna watch. Like cool like that. And obviously Papa is going to be at home watching it -__-&lt;br /&gt;I love my blog song . Don't you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quote of the day: I wanna be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billionaire&lt;/span&gt; so fcuking bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-8002334349713784513?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8002334349713784513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8002334349713784513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/true-enuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBHP17ddhkI/AAAAAAAABT0/XgIsr1oXcUk/s72-c/tumblr_l267noFJwc1qza6kro1_500book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1286394720891058907</id><published>2010-06-10T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T16:58:44.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBCob677-aI/AAAAAAAABTs/Tqu__wwXa9o/s1600/27062009%28055%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBCob677-aI/AAAAAAAABTs/Tqu__wwXa9o/s400/27062009%28055%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481065944140478882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually got nothing to post. I'm just plain bored and cold and I've got nothing to do. My body ache is still not wearing. Cause I added the pain by carrying all my books from school in a tote bag and not going home straight away but had to line up at the bank for fcuking 47min. Yeah, my left shoulder single-handedly carried it all the way from bank to Banquet and then walk back home. Lucky I didn't follow James and Hidayah to SSC. I might have suffered from unbalanced shoulder. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just now was the last lesson for June. Better still, the last day I'm going to step in the school until 28June. So, my plan for next week will be self-revision and a day outing with my dearest Bestie. I miss her fcuking badly. I hope what we plan will not be going downhill. I really miss the times when hang out randomly. And both of us are like salt and pepper; her and me. The "chefs" don't cook thier food with pepper and only uses the salt. Don't get what I mean huh? So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thought of the day: I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1286394720891058907?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1286394720891058907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1286394720891058907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-ive-actually-got-nothing-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TBCob677-aI/AAAAAAAABTs/Tqu__wwXa9o/s72-c/27062009%28055%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-58455283765621778</id><published>2010-06-09T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:22:07.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TA94ygHMVTI/AAAAAAAABTk/dJGftTHzOXo/s1600/tumblr_l121n0ypo81qa2jsgo1_500pokemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TA94ygHMVTI/AAAAAAAABTk/dJGftTHzOXo/s400/tumblr_l121n0ypo81qa2jsgo1_500pokemon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480732080542078258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kalau aku Charmander, aku bakar konek dier smapai hangus terus jadi 'Ash'. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;Get it ? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-58455283765621778?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/58455283765621778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/58455283765621778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/kalau-aku-charmander-aku-bakar-konek.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TA94ygHMVTI/AAAAAAAABTk/dJGftTHzOXo/s72-c/tumblr_l121n0ypo81qa2jsgo1_500pokemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-5518308964318993201</id><published>2010-06-09T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:53:32.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from days full of endless activities. I is aching very much. Muscles and Joints pain every the where. All started from Sunday during work. Lucky at Admiralty; at Dewi's block :D&lt;br /&gt;For a long time I've been unemployed (chey chey!) , I decided to earn some cash on that Sunday and forgot that I got Softball Camp the next day . Pfft. After work, chill at McD Civic for a while. Met James halfway and the funny part was that there was a James clone . He looks exactly like him and I couldn't help but laugh (at James) . Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day woke up early and pack in a few more items. I thought I got everything in but I came to realise that I forgot to bring my bottle. Pfft ! After lesson went to put our bags away at our bunks. Had our lunch  followed by a scoring workshop then head down to Tampines primary for training. This part was so embarrasing la. Not gonna say it here but we graduates kinda safe the last inning . I thought I did well.&lt;br /&gt;Back to school for shower then had dinner. Nabilah vomited after eating cause Mr Lee forced her to drink half a bottle of cold water. Well I didn't really get the whole situation but that was what I heard. Watched 'Dead Silence' after a Softball Rules class. A horror movie but the situation in the ITRR was funny la. Especially Hidayah . She keep on moving backwards after every scary scene and cried during one part. After the movie, head back to our bunks. Obviously we didn't sleep straight away. Instead, played stress/speed with Hidayah then Ameera. I won both rounds. At 1am everyone gathered in the middle to sleep. I KO-ed first while the rest listened to MJ12. Hard ground floor so difficult to sleep but  I managed to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6am , woke up cause of the annoying alarm ringtone. Good thing Hidayah was awake too. Stretched myself and I thought everyone was going to be awake. But no. We just sit on our "beds" and chatted for a while. Suddenly we heard someone trying to open the back door then attempted to look into our bunks by drawing one corner of the curtain. Me and Hidayah first thought it was the lower sec girls cause some of them are awake. So we pretended to lie down and sleep and we did slept. But later on, heard from Ameera that while it happened, she look at the curtains and doors and was waiting for someone to walk pass so that she can see the shadow, but there wasn't anyone there. Creepy much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shower and breakfast, head to class for lesson. After that, slacked at our bunks then for lunch after the others are back from training. Did a softball rules test and I failed by 1 mark. Dumb! Played Dodgeball and Floorball and lose both miserably. Nehmind. Ended the camp with a Farewell party. Had Canadian Pizza and chicken wing and nuggets. And trust me, I was super full .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home straight cause I couldn't withstand the tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;And today I didn't come to school cause I'm having aches all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the last holiday lesson. Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quote of the day : SPEED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-5518308964318993201?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5518308964318993201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5518308964318993201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1776905665857400591</id><published>2010-06-05T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:53:21.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TApjXSnZ6zI/AAAAAAAABTc/uekAKEgGjhM/s1600/tumblr_l1mmqlG5cL1qafuvno1_500fingernails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TApjXSnZ6zI/AAAAAAAABTc/uekAKEgGjhM/s400/tumblr_l1mmqlG5cL1qafuvno1_500fingernails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479301148434885426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Korek taik kuku :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had a study session with Bestfriend, Wilda and James. My initial plan for the day was to go to my cousin's second wedding at the Mosque but sister came back late and so Papa went off first. So, waited for my first plan at 4.30pm, get myself dressed and off to me them. Lunch was LJS. Well, yah, lunch. Late lunch. Anyways , this one queue with this one hot counter guy was empty, so I went up and want to take my order. Suddenly he say counter close. Alamak! Baru nak "chat" dgn dier. Haha! So just shift myself to another counter. Ate and then head to the library. Studied for an hour plus then had dinner at Starbucks. Just a light one. James' treat. Thanks! He said I'll have to treat him when I start working. Yeah, I think I'm force to keep that in mind but only if he contacted me. YES. Heehee. So spent the time there gossiping, laughing and played 'stress'. Now I know some real truth about some "real" guy in my class. Hua hua! Mama called many times, I didn't pick up. Huuhee. Well, it's just a signal that I have to go home. Bought some items then bus-ed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working tomorrow at Admiralty. I've decided to make a change. In terms of appearance. Cause of something. When Bestfriend said that that Asshole reminded her to remind me to work properly, I got so fcuked up, I started cursing him. And till now, I feel like I want to paitao them and not show up. Well, I'm only working tomorrow cause of the money and then that will be my official resignment as stated by me. Motherf!! _!_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quote of the day : "Yeah, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this long&lt;/span&gt; (showing the 'glee' sign from the forehead to the nose) !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1776905665857400591?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1776905665857400591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1776905665857400591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/korek-taik-kuku-b-today-had-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TApjXSnZ6zI/AAAAAAAABTc/uekAKEgGjhM/s72-c/tumblr_l1mmqlG5cL1qafuvno1_500fingernails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3510747136748633045</id><published>2010-06-04T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:36:30.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TAienIZIwfI/AAAAAAAABTU/7Mh-wVtWMv4/s1600/tumblr_l0s0mz0ggz1qzj9qpo1_500bunnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TAienIZIwfI/AAAAAAAABTU/7Mh-wVtWMv4/s400/tumblr_l0s0mz0ggz1qzj9qpo1_500bunnies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478803341801210354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morons. -__-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study session with two Morons last night.&lt;br /&gt;Did chemistry while they did Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;After that laughed like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;Gossiped like there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Played speed/stress using UNO cards. I won, Hidayah won, James lost (twice).&lt;br /&gt;Went off at 8.15pm. Grocery shopping for 30min but ended up only buying a loaf of bread.&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed back home and I am so gonna watch 'Drop Dead Diva' every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;R.I.P Deb ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, that a man's **** is as long as his ......... ?&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3510747136748633045?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3510747136748633045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3510747136748633045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/morons.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TAienIZIwfI/AAAAAAAABTU/7Mh-wVtWMv4/s72-c/tumblr_l0s0mz0ggz1qzj9qpo1_500bunnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-5467449056220772336</id><published>2010-06-03T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T00:08:20.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TAaBOLg_XdI/AAAAAAAABTM/YciT-yPIXsU/s1600/tumblr_l2ir7h4Rh21qza6kro1_500lilwayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TAaBOLg_XdI/AAAAAAAABTM/YciT-yPIXsU/s400/tumblr_l2ir7h4Rh21qza6kro1_500lilwayne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478208077352099282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sexy shitzz la he. Yums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, only an hour in school. How pathetic. Lucky it's MT. But unfortunately, it's presentation for Lisan. I hope I won't stutter or talk shit. Unless it's sexy shitzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Goodnight Dohs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-5467449056220772336?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5467449056220772336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5467449056220772336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/sexy-shitzz-la-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TAaBOLg_XdI/AAAAAAAABTM/YciT-yPIXsU/s72-c/tumblr_l2ir7h4Rh21qza6kro1_500lilwayne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2669144960269651802</id><published>2010-06-01T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:58:21.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TAShXXiPurI/AAAAAAAABTE/9f9PdxXAX2A/s1600/tumblr_ky3qilBBIK1qzoln3o1_500twentyseven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TAShXXiPurI/AAAAAAAABTE/9f9PdxXAX2A/s400/tumblr_ky3qilBBIK1qzoln3o1_500twentyseven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477680469616081586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for this date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2669144960269651802?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2669144960269651802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2669144960269651802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting-for-this-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/TAShXXiPurI/AAAAAAAABTE/9f9PdxXAX2A/s72-c/tumblr_ky3qilBBIK1qzoln3o1_500twentyseven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3354983905095147263</id><published>2010-05-31T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:59:05.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally I'm done and over with MT Paper. Though, I am still not satisfied because because I guarantee lose one mark. I confirm not be able to get satisfactory for Essay. And I am still worried for the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;I guess Oral and LC is another way t o improve the grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, 1st June. 26more days to a 17th. Then another year to an 18th. And then motorbike license.&lt;br /&gt;:B&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow again, is the starting of supplementary classes. Semester1 isn't over for me yet. 2more weeks to go. Bertahan sahaja la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I heard I heard (direct translation from Malay) , Mama is gonna purchase something for me at Courts.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna be too happy cause it's not confirm yet but hopefully Dad will just shut his gap if it's confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;Amin Amin Amin !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3354983905095147263?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3354983905095147263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3354983905095147263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-im-done-and-over-with-mt-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-5596034944197189621</id><published>2010-05-24T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:12:53.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S_qIOlYFVbI/AAAAAAAABSQ/QczO4GxoKSs/s1600/Newspapers_by_Full_Sail_exodus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S_qIOlYFVbI/AAAAAAAABSQ/QczO4GxoKSs/s400/Newspapers_by_Full_Sail_exodus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474838081154930098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the late updates.&lt;br /&gt;My mouse was spoiled and I need to wait for at least 3days before I got a new one. Now that I do, it's pink!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't want to brag about my last R3Day cause I didn't really enjoyed it that much. Idk. I guess I was not in the mood or something. Or maybe it's the fact that we have to join forces with the sec2/3 students. Or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is the starting of MT Mock Exam. Still, I can post my blog in English eh? Should have done it in Malay huh?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've have to say that I really am not satisfied with the fact that we only have 35min to do Kertas1 BahagianA. Not enough time much? Yeah, I think so too.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, second day. Striving for the best till 31May2010 and I hope I won't see or look at another Malay paper ever again. Titik! Okay, no la. I'm still Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kita mesti jiwa dengan Bahasa kita sendiri. Kalau bukan kita yang mempelajari Bahasa Melayu, siapa lagi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tsk tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-5596034944197189621?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5596034944197189621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5596034944197189621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry-for-late-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S_qIOlYFVbI/AAAAAAAABSQ/QczO4GxoKSs/s72-c/Newspapers_by_Full_Sail_exodus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-8568436655176612849</id><published>2010-05-19T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:53:03.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S_PfG8Fa5VI/AAAAAAAABSI/N1Ifocnv3l0/s1600/Fabrics_3_by_michaelangel0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S_PfG8Fa5VI/AAAAAAAABSI/N1Ifocnv3l0/s400/Fabrics_3_by_michaelangel0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472963282486355282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Guess what! Guess what! Nothing. Yay! :DD&lt;br /&gt;K, no la. Actually I was thinking of buying some fabric at Bras Basah  soon. I wanna make pants and dresses. Random kan? Yeahp.&lt;br /&gt;I am bored and tired. I planned to watch Ninja Warrior till 9.30pm but all they aired was how the "finalist" got in to the next round. As in in the preliminary round. Oh, speaking of which, I really really wanna do well on my prelims so I could get my spot booked for the DPA scheme. I realise that it's really hard to get a good poly course that we want. If God willing, I pray, I study hard, I know I can do well and make mama and papa and others proud like peacock. Best kan?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-8568436655176612849?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8568436655176612849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8568436655176612849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/05/guess-what-guess-what-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S_PfG8Fa5VI/AAAAAAAABSI/N1Ifocnv3l0/s72-c/Fabrics_3_by_michaelangel0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-610205004939265855</id><published>2010-05-18T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:52:56.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S_KpwtuVNaI/AAAAAAAABSA/aAqLrzrspgE/s1600/kites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S_KpwtuVNaI/AAAAAAAABSA/aAqLrzrspgE/s320/kites.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472623151581312418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too many ups and downs happening in my life lately. When I'm going down, it seems like a never-ending roller coaster rush downwards and when I'm up, it'll just be like a kite. When there's no wind, there's no flight. I wonder what else He would want to test me on. I prayed for patience but I couldn't get hold of my sarcasm and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just want my mother to get well. That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-610205004939265855?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/610205004939265855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/610205004939265855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/05/too-many-ups-and-downs-happening-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S_KpwtuVNaI/AAAAAAAABSA/aAqLrzrspgE/s72-c/kites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1468346625188123416</id><published>2010-05-16T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:12:38.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm delaying my post and I am still gonna delay the Saturday event cause my FilmArts almost starting. Just briefly what happen on Saturday will be shown via video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;btw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt; HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY WMHaziq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-61a8bb8231b8e87" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D061a8bb8231b8e87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331661483%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50B6B7EA72DEE900B1B5D61C124B0A86B120290B.6BD44962209F8D031F31522DC34E648AEEB63DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61a8bb8231b8e87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du4wpGZs1BB4k6RVG82vnmb8wdms&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D061a8bb8231b8e87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331661483%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D50B6B7EA72DEE900B1B5D61C124B0A86B120290B.6BD44962209F8D031F31522DC34E648AEEB63DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61a8bb8231b8e87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du4wpGZs1BB4k6RVG82vnmb8wdms&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but you guys have to tilt your head.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1468346625188123416?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1468346625188123416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1468346625188123416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-delaying-my-post-and-i-am-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4330038569387877698</id><published>2010-05-08T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:29:17.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S-V1BxmE1rI/AAAAAAAABR4/Mjj4HCh_6xU/s1600/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S-V1BxmE1rI/AAAAAAAABR4/Mjj4HCh_6xU/s320/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468905995864692402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey, Yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to my current blog song.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm just done with my Spicy Shaker fries I bought just now. It's kinda ironic, I think, that I ate a box of potato salad for my brunch and a packet of McDonald's large fries for dinner. Get what I mean? Like I wanna diet but I eat junks which literally will end up in my junk. Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Tomorrow Mama will be discharged and I really am looking forward to celebrate Mother's Day with her. Yay la! But not really sure what's the whole plan in the evening. Kinda wanna go to the seaside but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Done cause I wanna rock right now! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4330038569387877698?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4330038569387877698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4330038569387877698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-hey-yeah-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S-V1BxmE1rI/AAAAAAAABR4/Mjj4HCh_6xU/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-6313699692389821796</id><published>2010-05-05T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:04:39.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S-FetpciGPI/AAAAAAAABRY/eQDc9TAbNAU/s1600/landscape.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S-FetpciGPI/AAAAAAAABRY/eQDc9TAbNAU/s400/landscape.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467755560917145842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's SR was scary and funny la. Cause it ended very unexpectedly. Especially from the timid and harmless looking girl. Now everyone is kinda scared of her.  And pity Hari Kishan for being the victim. Oh hey, I also kena stare sia. And, like Hari, I can still hear her shoutings and vulgarities echoing at the back of my head. It's cause I sat behind Hari which is diagonal to her.&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyy, so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my computer is fine already. I think I'm gonna start on my Testimonial before the due date arrives.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my childhood sweetheart go do something to his face that I'll never look at him the same way anymore. Grr! Asal you buat tuh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-6313699692389821796?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/6313699692389821796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/6313699692389821796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S-FetpciGPI/AAAAAAAABRY/eQDc9TAbNAU/s72-c/landscape.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-7126614265118811028</id><published>2010-04-30T19:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T19:47:13.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S9rCRiiD5hI/AAAAAAAABRI/WdUdUMxlGco/s1600/IMG_4909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S9rCRiiD5hI/AAAAAAAABRI/WdUdUMxlGco/s320/IMG_4909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465894704350750226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; them the most.&lt;br /&gt;Each hearts representing each of my best girls. Including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;credits to Syafiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently listening to Apit's latest song. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak ku Sangka Tak ku Duga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sigh. I miss the times where me and Fatin Amelia would play cards and sing along to jiwang songs. Haha. Biler mau buat lagi, Tin? Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now we rarely meet cause everyone's busy. I got O levels to settle and she's just being a good and considerate friend. But we do contact. Yeahp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school was fine. Malay Focus was quite easy. I think. The Peribahasa was doable cause I studied the list the day before. See, I very hardworking and good girl. Got study y'know. So after Focus ended, I initally wanted to visit Mama. I called her up and she said she wants me to rent cd. I withdraw some money then when I asked the sales person if I could rent some cd while the ones before are not yet returned, she said cannot rent. The called up Mama she like really want to watch that movie. Last last, I never go visit her cause she said that someone come already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the phone call, I went to Cold Storage. Like suddenly la when actually I got nothing to buy. Haha. But then I left buying frozen sausages and samosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah this part a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home via the path near my house. When I started walking there, I saw a guy, alone, kinda cute, he was behind me. As I was walking I texted Mama and my sister. Then I heard this guy's footsteps getting louder behind me. I ignored la thinking that he would overtake me. But guess what? He didn't  . Instead he quicken his pace and walked side by side with me. I was like, 'what the hell!!' and 'who the shit is this?!' . I just carried on walking thinking that he would still overtake me but I was wrong again. I looked at him right in the face and he just walked straight thinking that it's fine.  I got scared y'know. I thought he was gonna grab my phone and run or something. And oh, he walked really close to me as if we're a couple or siblings or friends. Weird cute stranger la he. After nearing the traffic light, I turned left while he just walked straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never have I  encoutered that in my life before. Tsk tsk tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-7126614265118811028?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7126614265118811028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/7126614265118811028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-them-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S9rCRiiD5hI/AAAAAAAABRI/WdUdUMxlGco/s72-c/IMG_4909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-1689263481169826320</id><published>2010-04-25T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:40:49.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I&lt;br /&gt;FEEL&lt;br /&gt;SO&lt;br /&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;that I wanna cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You Know Why?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;cause I feel like I'm carrying a heavy burden on my delicate shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;I get tired easily and my mood changes like the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; and then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The cycle repeats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-1689263481169826320?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1689263481169826320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/1689263481169826320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-so-sad-that-i-wanna-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-2453326082646955736</id><published>2010-04-24T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:22:06.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S9MMTbmbWGI/AAAAAAAABRA/F1DmQEs9Pf8/s1600/25474_1236157236144_1595619179_503137_5343483_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S9MMTbmbWGI/AAAAAAAABRA/F1DmQEs9Pf8/s320/25474_1236157236144_1595619179_503137_5343483_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463724300896524386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ignore the eyes please :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for a good day. Turns out nothing was ever perfect and right, where I see it.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning, had my morning shower, breakfast then did my laundry and part of my maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards at 2pm, get dressed and made my way to Hidayah's house to meet Izzah and Wawan. Make some finishing touches to the present then went to take the train to Lot1. Meet Huda, Wilda and Syera there. After walking around, went back Woodlands then at 7pm, took a bus to Ain's House for her Birthday Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this part was a little irritating. Arrive at her house and we were welcomed by a swarm of flies. The ones that  are always attracted to light. It was super disgusting la. After we went round to the bbq pit, okayla, the host opened the food for us but then she just sit at the side and bettested the co-host to help us. I mean like, she should be the one, like showing us the food, taking for us the plates or something. And her reason : I'm sick la and just got recovered from fever. Yela tuh!&lt;br /&gt;After that, she didn't suggest a good spot for us to eat. Like let us find our own place. I mean , come on la. Host kan?! Anyways, fortunately the food was good la. Especially the barbequed food. Yumms! After eating, it was cake time . Sang the birthday song then ate the cake. But the shocking part was Host's bestfriend didn't get to eat the cake. I mean, like she should be passing down the plate of cake or something to her friends la.&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we sat at this place and I am pretty sure it is visible for Host to see. So we talked and laughed and partially danced and took pictures, but Host didn't come and join us. Instead she joined the other clique who is not us la. She sat with them and only come to us at 9pm when all of us are going back home. Tsk! And her reason this time : Oh, I went to talk with my relatives la. Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we separated, I went home with Mieza . As I was walking at the sheltered path, I was at the same time too engrossed talking to Mieza about the birthday party just now. Suddenly as I was nearing this 3people , I realised that one of them is Fatin Amelia. But I didn't call out at first. Then she spoke. It was her cause I recognised her voice. And after she walked pass me then I call out her name , twice. But she didn't turn. And I swore I called out loud. And by the way, when she was talking, I could sense that she was mocking me or something. You know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menyindir&lt;/span&gt;.  So I just turned, just to be left with unexplained thoughts. I mean, why didn't she look at me or approach me first if she already saw me cause I could sense she already did? Idk la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I think that this parent should go to a parent's convention centre. Why? Cause that parent, actually mother la, called us "anak-anak setan" . This is cause the last time we went to her house, we were screaming and shouting, like enjoying ourselves; laughing. I mean like, if you don't like it loud, you can tell your daughter, which is our friend, to keep our voices low la. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni tidak, maen panggil ajer kiteorg anak setan. Beh kiteorg kawan dgn anak makcik perh. Jadi anak makcik pun anak setan la.! Ah, makcik la setan nyer.&lt;/span&gt; Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I abhor 24April2010. In fact, I don't like number 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-2453326082646955736?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2453326082646955736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/2453326082646955736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/04/ignore-eyes-please-b-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S9MMTbmbWGI/AAAAAAAABRA/F1DmQEs9Pf8/s72-c/25474_1236157236144_1595619179_503137_5343483_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-714242701333184376</id><published>2010-04-21T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:02:56.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S873ey17eoI/AAAAAAAABQ4/-R-PXFdx2_s/s1600/DSC01601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S873ey17eoI/AAAAAAAABQ4/-R-PXFdx2_s/s320/DSC01601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462575506463095426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like myself today in school. Especially during the start of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, early in the morning, I woke up to a strain on my neck. I didn't know what it meant but I just did rotating exercise to my neck so I'll feel a little better.&lt;br /&gt;In class, I was feeling very fatigue. I remembered correctly that I slept earlier than usual at 11pm+. But I just won't stop resting my head on the table which is unlikely for me to do it since this year. And all I remembered was that I yawned for almost 20times within two hours. The last few yawns before  recess, I felt like vomiting also. Idk why. Yeah, and with that's the case, I also felt a little nausea and headache just keep on coming in . sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Assignments and homework still not done yet. I feel like I don't want to go to school tomorrow cause I want to get out of school for 24hours and finish up everything that needs to be done. As in homework. Can I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tak bace la dieorg. Merepek tawu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-714242701333184376?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/714242701333184376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/714242701333184376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S873ey17eoI/AAAAAAAABQ4/-R-PXFdx2_s/s72-c/DSC01601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-8333077714330303208</id><published>2010-04-19T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:25:15.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S8xnstwrUpI/AAAAAAAABQw/0XpKg29cyvo/s1600/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S8xnstwrUpI/AAAAAAAABQw/0XpKg29cyvo/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461854465989235346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proper update now. Unlike the last post.&lt;br /&gt;I have been having headaches nowadays. And there are a few possibilities to it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;The weather ; it's either too much rain or too much sunshine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Stress due to piles of homework that are uncleared and me, being a procrastinater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;The lift at the hospital ; it's just a sufferable ride. The way it stops at each level is like a gentle but at the same time powerful jerk where your brain just bounce twice inside your scalp. Usually, people say that if you're used to it, you won't really feel it. But it's worlds apart for me. And yes, I've been going to and fro to the hospital for a month now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;I am getting vehicle-sick. I guess I am so used to walking to school that even a short bus, train or taxi ride will make me feel nausea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school is just school. My thighs are still aching due to Softball training. It's been 3days now. I guess I won't be doing P.E tomorrow cause I really cannot tahan. I think I pushed myself too hard during Softball. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I just spill out the secret  :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-8333077714330303208?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8333077714330303208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8333077714330303208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S8xnstwrUpI/AAAAAAAABQw/0XpKg29cyvo/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-5798454485718643363</id><published>2010-04-16T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:56:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh kerana Cikgu Baya telah mengaku membaca online blog sesetengah pelajar melayu kita, aku mcm nak cetak aktiviti hari Jumaat aku ini dalam Bahasa ibunda. Hanya untuk hari ini sahaja taw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, tadi pagi mendung. Aku dan adik gi ke sekolah mcm biase dan aku bawak payung tongkat. Aku nak ajer pagi tadi hujan tapi cume gerimis. Aku sanggup bukak lagu kat hp sambil nyanyi sbb aku tak nak rasa aib lau dtg sekolahnnt. da lah bawak payung besar, tak pakai plak tuh. Buang mase jer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah sampai kt sekolah, aku g dewan sbb tkder HL . Kita cume menonton rakaman YOG dan Karnival Sukan 2010 kita. pastu, kami ke kelas untuk bersiap sedia untuk kelas bahasa melayu. Aku cemas sedikit kerana aku tidak menyelesaikan tugasan aku. Walaupun aku dapat membuat sedikit, masa masih tidak mencukupi kerana sudah tiba masanya untuk aku beredar ke Makmal Komputer 1. Di situ, kami mempelajari tentang adat, adab dan pantang-larang. Kami juga telah melungsuri internet untuk mencari matlumat tentang perkahwinan orang melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku masih berasa kurang selesa dengan pasangan aku kerana kami tidak begitu kenal dan dia bukan lah salah satu orang yang aku dapat berbual dengan selesa. Maaf ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu adalah kelas matamatik, waktu rehat dan sambung kelas matamatik.&lt;br /&gt;Selepas sekolah aku pergi berjumpa dengan Hidayah dan kami membuat perjalanan ke rumahnya kerana aku malas nak balik. Kami bermain "Uno" , dan aku dijemput makan bersama. Sedap woh . Selepas tu, kami pulang balik ke sekolah untuk Kelas Fokus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika sudah selesai Kelas Fokus, Firas muntah kt luar kelas dan dalam. Amat meluatkan! Terus Cikgu kata dia terhidu bau arak. Aku dah macam " alamak! hari jumaat pun tak tahu hormat. Buat dosa lagi. tak pakai otak ah!" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, selepas Kelas Fokus, aku ke kantin untuk makan dan terus ke latihan Softball. Dan apabila hujan turun , kami harus ke tangga di hujung sekolah berdekatan dengan padang untuk membuat latihan. Ia amat memenatkan. Setelah membuat satu latihan, Yana muntah. Terus Hidayah, Dewi , Atikah dan Soleha menemaninya ke toilet. Aku tidak sedar ketiadaan mereka sehingga Hadzira menemani aku di sana. Dan yang menyakitkan hati adalah kenyataan yang mereka tidak pulang kembali ke tangga untuk latihan walaupun Yana sudah pulih sedikit. Aku berasa marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesudah Softball, aku dan Hidayah berjalan2 di CWP untuk melihat barang. Ia mengambil masa 45min sebelum kami beredar dan pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, aku tahu. POst ini amat amat amat panjang dan mungkin setengah jalan dah nak berhenti. Tapi aku sebenarnya ingin highlight part Firas muntah dan softball ajer. Tetiba terlanjur nak tulis pasal satu hari nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, btw, aku menang UNO! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-5798454485718643363?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5798454485718643363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5798454485718643363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/04/assalamualaikum.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-3183387730998634303</id><published>2010-04-15T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:52:04.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I frequently go online cause of homework.&lt;br /&gt;It just won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, today must have been the funniest Maths Lesson with Mdm Sarojini la. We didn't want to have lesson so we asked her to take a break. Then Madeline went up to the board and wrote down a "maths puzzle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madeline wrote on the board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long is Mdm Sarojini's hair? Estimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mdm Sarojini add in the board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Correct to 3s.f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone started to laugh real hard. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;It was damn funny la. We all didn't expect her to "join in" and write something inane on the board. By the way, her face was just all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday was class photo-taking. Initially, we couldn't bring in props but the photographer was lenient so one of the candid photo was allowed. It was fun fun funny la. We all like really really plan on what candid shot should we do.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I'm so gonna miss 5/1 when we graduate later one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Tomorrow is Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S8b7KUmCYTI/AAAAAAAABQo/o7ns-2ZEt4s/s1600/friends+drown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S8b7KUmCYTI/AAAAAAAABQo/o7ns-2ZEt4s/s400/friends+drown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460327752978817330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think you friends should just jump down the sea together and drown&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't see the point of us getting along anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-3183387730998634303?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3183387730998634303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/3183387730998634303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S8b7KUmCYTI/AAAAAAAABQo/o7ns-2ZEt4s/s72-c/friends+drown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-8814720519016611597</id><published>2010-04-11T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:15:28.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've not much time to go online and check out social status anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Each passing day , I'm getting more and more busier. With school, studies and family.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wake up feeling like a living Zombie. And the routine everyday seems unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;On weekdays, woke up and do the necessary things to school.&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, woke up, clear the kitchen and visit Mama if have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I need a time out can? O-levels this year and I am not confidence of my studies just yet.&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, Parent-Teacher meeting . Received my report book and I got an F-ing F9 for Humanities and a Bitch-tastic B4 for English and Malay. Well the rest was fairly okay.&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me how am I gonna go and get the course that I really want. Like ABM? Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;I already say to form teachers that I'll try to cut down on tv but how am I suppose to do that if my study area is right in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are getting blood-shot from coping with piles and piles of homework. Tomorrow is SS and Chemistry Revision test and  I am still not prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I am not prepared for the worst still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-8814720519016611597?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8814720519016611597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/8814720519016611597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/04/late-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-4619151551782760819</id><published>2010-04-05T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:49:17.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S7nN-AqXWZI/AAAAAAAABQg/uBI6urkgtdM/s1600/potrait2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S7nN-AqXWZI/AAAAAAAABQg/uBI6urkgtdM/s320/potrait2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456618888749341074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love McFly!&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda weird to say this but I seriously fell in love with them :B&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to their songs almost everyday now and keep track of what they're doing through twitter. Erm, I am not stalking, it's just that I really really want them to come to Singapore. Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the weather is often rainy. I've been going home late, as in, in the evening. And fatigue is the only word that comes to mind when I rest my butt on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, today's English lesson was kinda 'wth'. Yes, everyone was talking but we were kinda like waiting for the teacher but that teacher claims that she waited for us. Then throughout 25min onwards, we just sat in the class, not really doing anything cause she blames us on wasting time. ftw la cher! And the teacher looks like she's gonna cry when we left the class. idk la. Don't even bother. And also, why would she want to collect our assignments when she didn't even mark it. Might as well just let us hold on to it la. Pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. I am in a financially unstable state. And still I have to give $5.50 for POA tys and get a $3 English tys &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so that I could do my on revision and not rely on that teacher&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done here. Will blog when I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Star light, star bright.&lt;br /&gt;First star I see tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I may I wish I might.&lt;br /&gt;Have  a wish I wish tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;teehee~ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ingat tak Zira, Ex-bestie. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-4619151551782760819?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4619151551782760819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/4619151551782760819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S7nN-AqXWZI/AAAAAAAABQg/uBI6urkgtdM/s72-c/potrait2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3145133551255612724.post-5013733982260206130</id><published>2010-04-01T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:07:41.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S7S2S8cP9yI/AAAAAAAABQQ/PGtdtJbAwi8/s1600/Loved+..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S7S2S8cP9yI/AAAAAAAABQQ/PGtdtJbAwi8/s320/Loved+..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455185485231028002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was the best April Fool's Day I've had so far.&lt;br /&gt;The teachers' reactions was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;To think about it, I am so gonna miss my secondary school mates when we graduate later.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3145133551255612724-5013733982260206130?l=oh-aziin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5013733982260206130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3145133551255612724/posts/default/5013733982260206130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-aziin.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-best-april-fools-day-ive-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Azreen Sopri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901523196103717240</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/_vgiJX5mkYtE/S7S2S8cP9yI/AAAAAAAABQQ/PGtdtJbAwi8/s72-c/Loved+..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
