<?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-1765293977460274783</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:59:14.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>number one</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-2624238132083849928</id><published>2008-01-15T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:44:34.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi all beautiful ugly ducklings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Laila, as promised, I shall keep this blog as alive as much as I could k. Hee. Now that I'm back to bumming fuller time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Most of y'all may know by now, that I've officially withdrawn from Republic Poly as of 6 December? Somewhere during that time lah. But anyways, no worries ok. I'm obviously not gonna stop studying for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; the rest of my life. That's kinda crazy. My plan now is to actually work full time on my own, grow my savings and pay for my own studies. Duh! I don’t know what you guys may think, but for me, it sucks to owe the government money for your studies and eventually be a government dog for a few years just so to pay off everything. No offence yeah, this is just on the surface&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;terms. Please don't start any bloody debate here. I don't enjoy 'happening tagboards'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's drop the topic. So, if you're asking what I've been doing since I'd long been away from school. Well, I managed to get myself a position in this company known as one of Apple Service Provider. Go figure. You can find it at Alexandra Road. ~ Having problem with your iPod? Your MacBook won't boot up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There's a vertical line on your iMac display? Why don't you bring your machine down to our Service Centre and let our engineers do a full diagnose on it to see the root of the problem. ~ So yeah, that's basically the rough idea of what I'd been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there only for about one and a half months. Too short huh? But at least I've gained the experience I need of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;working during office hours, working in an office environment, doing those admin work, bla, bla. I don't mean to brag, but I know myself that I'm actually doing all fine with almost zero mistakes (heh, like real) but my only flaw is, hehe, my tendency to take unnecessary MC/leave. Guess it's a habit? But whatever it is, I gotta kick it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thursd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ay, on 17 Jan, I'm selected for an interview at AGC. Woo! Not Asahi Glass Chemical k stupid. It's the Attorney General Chambers. Yeah, the Supreme Court and all. Sounds familiar huh? Though I never get to fulfill my dreams of getting into Temasek Poly to get the Dip in Law &amp;amp; Management, who kn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ows, this would be my rezeki to study law in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job scope looks freaking challenging, but it's ok. No pain no gain right. Pray all the best for me k. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this interview still isn't successful, then I'll be going for Plan B. TBA.&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/1765293977460274783-2624238132083849928?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/2624238132083849928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=2624238132083849928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/2624238132083849928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/2624238132083849928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-all-beautiful-ugly-ducklings-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-1249913794403937500</id><published>2007-12-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:18:54.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hallo homos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say something quick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me leaving for the Land of Smiles tomorrow night so yeah, gonna be a great deal of different experience for me cause this is &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;kinda the first time I'm staying out of my nation without my family for few days. I bet I'll be leaking there missing home. Sounds kental ey? But wtf, it shows how much I'm attached and the love for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4D3N at Bangkok, right in the heart of the city, Pullman King Power Hotel. 5-star dok, but so what lah huh? The city will still be b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ustling with vehicle/human traffic. Been there, done that. That crazy tuk-tuk was one hopping night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably I'll be carrying my laptop with me. But the big question there is, where am I gonna get wireless huh? Saw that I could get one hour of wireless connectivity in my hotel room itself, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;can't be too sure bout that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the main whole point of me going there is basically for my Company's trip. Dinner and Dance on second night. Crazy huh? DND at overseas. But I bet it's gonna be great, and sad having no family/boyfriend beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so so gonna miss that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; stupid boyfriend of mine (he's stupid cause he's always dumbily cute). He's also stupid cause he doesn't know that I hate how much love him. BLUERK! B-ABI U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sis and bros, take care je eh in Singapore. See ya around during countdown. What they always say? "Pape picit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;!" Heh. Okay, seriously, pape picit. Anyway, whoever who knows Din, don't call his hp, call my number instead. Cause I'll be using his SIM to Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;One last thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY! I LOVE LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE LOVE YOU! OK GO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-1249913794403937500?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/1249913794403937500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=1249913794403937500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/1249913794403937500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/1249913794403937500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/12/hallo-homos-just-to-say-something-quick.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-9067525641792108839</id><published>2007-10-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:11:02.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Just a quick post now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HIM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Eh bodoh! I still fucking love you lah k. It's so stupid to do such a thing on our 18th. I hope you understand why I said all those. If not, damn bro, you are just plain stupid. And that's just why I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hope to get a call from you tomorrow. Or at least a message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And I'll be waiting for you at Centre Road for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;By the way, happy 1 year and 6 months baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-9067525641792108839?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/9067525641792108839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=9067525641792108839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/9067525641792108839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/9067525641792108839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-quick-post-now.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-7354034107891992911</id><published>2007-10-12T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:07:39.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tomorrow is Hari Raya or what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wahahahaha! Happy eh aku blog at this kind of time. When as a matter of fact, there's still 101 things to do before we can celebrate happy-happy. So yeah, these are the things that I have to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Collect my tailored kebaya at Chong Pang, Yishun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Change my 2nd outfit's kain at Geylang Malay Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Shop for a clutch (I need a bag to contain all those green packets right.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) My room! Havoc habes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.1) Change both beds' bedspread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.2) Park my bicycle in the store-room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.3) Clear all unwanted things away from sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.4) Sweep/vacuum the entire room, including the four walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.5) That dang dusty shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.6) Iron my outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4.7) I believe there's more. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) Potong lontong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) Mum had just added this in: Clear the TV display units' drawers&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mum did this before I could X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7) Yet again, I believe there's more... ://&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But, for the moment, I want to sleep. Heh. Ni malam taunt!! Wahahahaha. Taunt sapu rumah. O.o'&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/1765293977460274783-7354034107891992911?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/7354034107891992911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=7354034107891992911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/7354034107891992911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/7354034107891992911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/10/tomorrow-is-hari-raya-or-what.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-1491662704087076207</id><published>2007-10-11T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:41:39.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seems like I have found the inspiration to blog once again. Not exactly, but I'm just hoping that by doing this, I am able to get my life back. As in, my "life" life. Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Going MIA doesn't mean that I'm having a good life outside what right? There are so many things to update the Readers about me. But, coming to think of it, is it necessary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'd been thinking of creating a new blog, where I would just talk cock sing song, and have it privatised. Hmm.. Maybe not like the ones where you have to login or whatever shit. For those rajin bums, can pandai2 search on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh yeah, there may be a slight change to my lingo on blogspot though. Writing English all the time is kinda boring and forceful, so most likely I may start writing Malay here and there. This is just for the Non-Malay kepo Readers' information k. I don't want you guys to go around talking shit about me on your url that I'm a bloody racist, when I'm certainly not. Well, maybe I am, but I don't condemn people publicly.. right? Whatever it is, I know I'd done nothing wrong lah k. Not happy, go find my email address on Friendster, add me on MSN, and we'll fight! &lt;s&gt;(Do you play online UNO?)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking about that new blog, I'm gonna do just that, right about... now. So, that's all for the mo k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;K bubbye!&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/1765293977460274783-1491662704087076207?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/1491662704087076207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=1491662704087076207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/1491662704087076207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/1491662704087076207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-seems-like-i-have-found.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-8644386499650931762</id><published>2007-08-17T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:18:20.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Wahahaha! An update after so long. Say, coming to a month? Oh well, going M.I.A is kinda good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hadn't been thinking of blogging at all. Even my laptop has been poorly abandoned by me. Only used once in a while, from a fully charged battery, until it automatically hibernates itself. Poor thing, I think it's kinda &lt;em&gt;merajuk&lt;/em&gt; lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'd spent my whole Friday today faithfully at home. Well, I did went out for 15 minutes to see Boyfriend off till the bus-stop. Besides that, I'd been like what? Sleeping? Sweeping? Eating? Laptop-ing? Yeaop. But at least I get to see him for an hour or so just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;My other days for the past month had been spent solely for work, and lepaks. That includes going to school. Somehow or rather though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Although work has been putting me off the hook, I still manage to get time to be with Boyfriend for some days. Though I would say, spending too much time ain't doing any good at all. But being away makes the heart missing the other. Oh well, complications of being in love. There isn't really any good happy ending after all right? Someone please prove me wrong with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Plus plus plus, I'd made a powerful new crazy wacky new achievement on the nation's birthday. As some may very well know, the stretch between City Hall and Raffles Place was crazily crowded on Aug 9, right? For fireworks' sake, Boyfriend and I decided to &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cycle&lt;/strong&gt; to town from home. And so we did. Having bought my new bicycle at Yishun two days before that, and him bringing his own bike from his own home itself, we set off from my void deck of Woodlands Crescent (rightfully nearest to Admiralty MRT station) towards Marsiling, while everybody is just getting up from bed due to the public holiday. Then through those smoky and humongous vehicles passing right by our paddles, we headed for Ten Mile Junction located at Bukit Panjang, stopping for a couple of times along Woodlands Road and Kranji MRT station once for bottle refills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Upon reaching Ten Mile Junction, we didn't stop for anything but carried on ahead towards Bukit Timah Road. It was only for the red lights that we had to stop, or rather at times, because of me. I was always close to giving up while cycling uphill cause damn they are freaking tiring my calves out. So the road went on and on, with us cycling between 3rd and 4th gear, until we finally FINALLY reached Far East. From Somerset onwards, it became almost impossible to cycle past the people there, so we began pushing our wheels. If I was given the chance to rate, I would give 5 smelly eggs to the human traffic happening there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So then, we went off for my workplace at City Hall to top-up our empty bottles. Bought a warmed banana-chocolate chip muffin for the both of us. Thanks eh Zul for not giving me the 20% partners' discount. Anyway, we finished that muffin up within minutes and we went off to look for Tanjong Pagar. Thought of having some nice meal at a decent food centre, but then, we only had spaghetti and tom yam noodles at our favourite store, 7-11. Furthermore, it was that same 7-11 that me and my Starbucks' friends went to while we were still sitting for those classroom modules. Ah, those memories. Yasser, Indra, Reez, the rest and all. Crazy people. Much loved though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Back to my cycling adventure. After those beautiful fireworks which we'd witnessed by that place where there only grasses just by the river, I don't know what was that place called but for all I know, the nearest building was that NTUC thingy. Oh well, after all those nice things, we went by the same route home. Left the place at 2100 and managed to wheel till my void deck somewhere at midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The pair of wheels which made it possible for us, for me at least:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099687591586368114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RsW62GH5CnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RFpoHdEnvfk/s320/09-08-07_1928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red one's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-8644386499650931762?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/8644386499650931762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=8644386499650931762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/8644386499650931762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/8644386499650931762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/08/wahahaha-update-after-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Jay-i8nhXno/RsW62GH5CnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RFpoHdEnvfk/s72-c/09-08-07_1928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-4917770423692107561</id><published>2007-07-21T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:31:12.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She thinks I'm talking about her. Block, unblock then block. Might as well delete right. Haha. No lah, I'm not talking about her lah. I'm talking about another girl. But anyway, I still keep her in my friends list. Right at the bottom. Hmm.. Her blog is inaccessible for me. Should I just erase her from my darLinks? Haha. Nah. Like I say, I'm still keeping her ... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Untuk aku cekik2 nanti pat akhirat. Haha. Gila Azrin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, I love my new layout. Including my edited tagboard. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, I would say. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. But, as mentioned as the blog's title itself: &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Hues, Put on Your Specs&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Cause I know the font is &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tinytiny&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm not going to do anything about it. Muahaha! I'ma make all of you go short-sighted and wear retro specs to school, just like that girl I saw the other day. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, no link Azrin, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's gonna be an &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;awful dreadful stay-home Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. Pffrt. Din has deployment for some Racial Harmony Day thing at Jurong West near my aunt's place there, I think. And can I have that horny bastard (not Din, hell NO!) to come online and send me that Harry Potter movie so that I can keep watching it all night. That friend of mine had downloaded it from some website which totally no doubt supports piracy, and the size of it was like 799990kb I think. I was anxiously waiting for it while the data's being sent through messenger, when suddenly, MSN decides to be a bitch and disconnected him from me. Pardon my language, but &lt;strong&gt;Hey! This is ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd watched it at the cinema once but I want to watch some more cause I can't get enough of Danielle Radcliffe a.k.a Harry Potter. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOTSTUFF!&lt;/span&gt; While I was in my seat sucking on my cheese sausage, as I looked up, Harry's face was flashed on the screen for the first time and I was stunned for that moment. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Kimak, handsome siol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; That was the first thing I'd said so the subconscious-ly. Yet, I kept repeating that for the next 5 minutes and Boyfriend was getting heated beside me by then. He tried to get back at me when Emma Watson a.k.a Hermione came on but nah, it didn't work. Cause I can't deny she has grown so much pretty pretty pretty! Naturally lovely. Ron Weasley too, Harry's bestfriend, Rupert Grint right? He's hot too. That Malfoy boy isn't much appealing in this season though. Haiz.. I guess this is enough already. I'm beginning to sound like those primary / secondary school days when everyone goes gaga when they see these characters on screen. Sheesh. I must stop it before it starts again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking about Harry Potter, I believe that at 1901 sharp the Deathly Hallows will be released. Boyfriend says wait for a few months until its price get plunged down, then we go get the book. Haix.. I hope I can resist the anticipation and all. Harry Potter is like ... Okay, I musn't start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vasantham Central is repeating a show that I've watched before, but I don't mind watching it again cause I like! The main actor is cute, actress is gorgeous, storyline is good, so why not? Anyway it's a &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;stay-home Saturday &lt;/span&gt;right. So I shall just fill myself up with all the media I can get and rot till I decide to go for a walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, and I think I have some more things to update on my blog. So I'm off to the template page now. Ciao~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-4917770423692107561?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/4917770423692107561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=4917770423692107561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/4917770423692107561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/4917770423692107561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-thinks-im-talking-about-her.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-5971121502861934915</id><published>2007-07-21T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T06:40:54.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn! I should have waited for 6 more days and I could strike &lt;strong&gt;ONE month&lt;/strong&gt; of NO blog updates or whatsoever. I'm changing the blogskin soon cause I'm beginning to puke at this green shade (which suddenly appears to be so not nice to my eyes anymore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past one hour or less, I was skimming through a friend's blogspot and a friend's friend's blogspot. I realised that the both of them (being a couple themselves) talk about nothing on their url except daily routine of theirs. For example only eh, if they were musicians, all they write about is, "Yesterday I went jamming at bla-bla-bla. Then ate lunch. Then we slack. After that go jamming at bla-bla-bla. Damn fun." You know this kind of thing. Heh. If any of you know who am I talking about, just hush. To the both of you, no hard feelings kay. I just find that the both of you like so cute like that. Couples with same blogging style, and you both even share the same smile I would say. Very broad ones. Nice! The both of you are sooo meant for each other. Heh. Just like me and Din- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;SMURFS&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Cheers! If anybody else feel offended about this blogging thing, that one your problem lah eh. You want to fight fight with me, bring it on. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the other day I was sharing about some things with a classmate. And she told me something which I wish to announce on my blog here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To whomever it may concern: &lt;u&gt;If you have so much bad things to say about me to the rest of 'our' friends, why don't you say all those in front of my face?!&lt;/u&gt; I am sooo not surprised baby girl. I've known you long enough to know your attitude and such.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku macam nak maki hamun dia rabak2 je ah. Haix.. Sabar Azrin, sabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rest of the people who actually choose to believe her words or whatsoever, all I have to say is that I'd done no sins to her and I wonder why does she have to backstab me in this way, when all I did was cared for her. Example, when she cry like most of her lifetime and after I lent her my shoulder, what did she say again after her long credits to everyone (except me, of course)... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and whoever who I forgot to mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Oh that's very sweet of her. If some of you just can't understand what I'm saying, ask me if you're really concerned. I'm writing this way to indicate to her that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey! If I keep quiet, it doesn't mean I don't know what's going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough about this lah eh. I won't die for this. &lt;strong&gt;Seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing sooo much stuff from midnight just now, I never realised that it's FIVE IN THE MORNING NOW! WTH?! I guess I'll be going to bed after the sun rises lah huh. Just like the old times. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this entry, being the first one after so long, is seriously a very boring one. Yet, it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red red hot&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. Wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'ma surf Blogskins.com now for new layouts. Hahaha. But then, I've downloaded alot already for the past few months. Heh. I should learn doing my own template one day. Yeah, I should. But when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAPS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-5971121502861934915?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/5971121502861934915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=5971121502861934915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/5971121502861934915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/5971121502861934915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn-i-should-have-waited-for-6-more.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-3325057571293697315</id><published>2007-06-27T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:04:10.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have many things to talk about now. But I don't know where to start. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, &lt;strong&gt;Laila&lt;/strong&gt; came to RP! Yeah. She called me during second breakout. Met her somewhere near block W1, then we went somehow around the whole school just to go back to my block, W2. In class, I took out my digicam (I don't know why I decided to bring it on that day, maybe cause I could feel my cam-bitch is coming, hah!) and we went to meet &lt;strong&gt;Yana&lt;/strong&gt; whose class is at the same block and same floor as me. Thanks Yana for that &lt;em&gt;ghostly&lt;/em&gt; story. Heh. So we took crappy videos and innovative pics. Okay lah, not really that innovative but hey, I liked it all! Here is just the first part with Yana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080628260555119794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIEfBIy3LI/AAAAAAAAABI/zXTlWBswnow/s320/P6250889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080628848965639362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIFBRIy3MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FiAxzxZNWW8/s320/P6250891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See how Laila's eyes can seduce. Hah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080629518980537554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIFoRIy3NI/AAAAAAAAABY/o4NMZ0M8Jrg/s320/P6250893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And she still hasn't change since secondary school. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080630146045762786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIGMxIy3OI/AAAAAAAAABg/5S7Bz0sIhuw/s320/P6250894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nowadays' girls' favourite pose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080631000744254706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIG-hIy3PI/AAAAAAAAABo/UOnEEO4L2yo/s320/P6250897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yana and me look almost the same kan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080632254874705154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIIHhIy3QI/AAAAAAAAABw/I-9ttNBtp5E/s320/P6250896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In here, my right hand looks so wrong. X)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080632843285224722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIIpxIy3RI/AAAAAAAAAB4/owPSk2jyVFk/s320/P6250912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before Yana left..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then there were still lotsa time for me and Laila, so we both cam-bitched.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080634217674759458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIJ5xIy3SI/AAAAAAAAACA/75nW2ja4060/s320/Lelaz+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Very much like those cartoon pics, i.e. big heads, small bodies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080634720185933106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIKXBIy3TI/AAAAAAAAACI/WS_LIDA7NiI/s320/Lelaz+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080635463215275330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoILCRIy3UI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rJhjJfAvQC4/s320/Lelaz+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080636296438930770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoILyxIy3VI/AAAAAAAAACY/RkGA5om1KjM/s320/Lelaz+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080637228446834018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIMpBIy3WI/AAAAAAAAACg/HP1HCkhowEo/s320/Lelaz+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then, we had our own maciam-studio-like photos taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080638138979900786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoINeBIy3XI/AAAAAAAAACo/thfms0xk0zQ/s320/Lela+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080644508416400850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoITQxIy3dI/AAAAAAAAADY/oylJZruImbE/s320/Lela+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080639444649958802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIOqBIy3ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vR3snSSxToU/s320/Lela+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080643189861440930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoISEBIy3aI/AAAAAAAAADA/mlX0apdB1n8/s320/P6250883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080643417494707634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoISRRIy3bI/AAAAAAAAADI/B77d1Q-ExCQ/s320/P6250884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080643675192745410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoISgRIy3cI/AAAAAAAAADQ/A8679UDuDDg/s320/P6250900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080645384589729250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIUDxIy3eI/AAAAAAAAADg/tlmO-nOajzE/s320/P6250904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080646612950375922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIVLRIy3fI/AAAAAAAAADo/XgrIkQTn2eo/s320/P6250905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say, Laila's hands are blessed to make her a superbly good photographer. Really can't deny that. See how much better the pics look when she takes it compared to me! Haha. Or maybe is it just the flash? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wish to continue but I have to go get ready now to work. There's still about the chalet topic that I wanna talk about but it seems that time doesn't permit me now. Shall update as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080649481988529666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIXyRIy3gI/AAAAAAAAADw/03ECYSH77ao/s320/P6250907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE YOU LEAVE, TAG ME! Hah. Case paksa sak. No lah. Laila made my hair that way so no questions please...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-3325057571293697315?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/3325057571293697315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=3325057571293697315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/3325057571293697315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/3325057571293697315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-many-things-to-talk-about-now.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Jay-i8nhXno/RoIEfBIy3LI/AAAAAAAAABI/zXTlWBswnow/s72-c/P6250889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-7454183501204660758</id><published>2007-06-25T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:14:05.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm back in school lah sey. Hah. Kinda miss the old classmates. Now, some of them like changed already uh. Haha. Including me also lah k. Alvin is getting way way irritating now. But I still love him. (: Yeah. Rightchers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be overnight-ing at chalet tonight. Haish.. See first lah huh. Okay peeps, I'll be working on Wed, Fri &amp;amp; Sun. Find me there anytime lah k. Anyway, the EXPECTED VISITORS didn't turn up lah of course. Don't worry, I'm not mad at anyone. And if I'm not wrong, I think this will be my final week at Suntec Starbucks. Sad liao lah. Puspita not working anymore also. Haish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, one fine day I will go down to One Fullerton and skin that Zaini alive lah. YEARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have nothing to say lah. So bobye~&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/1765293977460274783-7454183501204660758?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/7454183501204660758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=7454183501204660758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/7454183501204660758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/7454183501204660758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-in-school-lah-sey.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-5282712533161871707</id><published>2007-06-22T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:58:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernate &amp; Refresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After weeks of hibernation, I'm half-awake now. So school was supposed to start last Monday, after the 2 weeks break. But heh, somehow I'd unintentionally gave myself an extra week of break. Tuesday, my second brother got married so first day off. Wednesday, thought it would be no harm to get second day off. Thursday, I'd accidentally went back to sleep. Friday, though schoolbag's all packed, my eyes still insisted on closing till noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'm basically a lazy bum. Sleeps all day, stays up almost all night. Damn I need ta change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was attached to one of Suntec's Starbucks outlet for my past two shifts. Seriously, I can't tell whether they were sincere or not, but hell, the baristas were really nice and cute. To name some, there were &lt;strong&gt;Bob&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mas&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Suzie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Aishah&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jeremy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Oya&lt;/strong&gt; (I don't know how to spell arh). &lt;strong&gt;Amar&lt;/strong&gt; was together with me also during some of the trainings. Met &lt;strong&gt;Zaini&lt;/strong&gt;, One Fullerton's manager. Surprisingly, he was from Yishun Town! But of Class way back in the 90's - 1998. I was only Primary Two then lah dei. Hah. Somehow, the way he speaks to me, reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;Idi&lt;/strong&gt;. Idi is my sweet-and-loving [not.] learning coach back at my permanent outlet. Speaking of which, there will be a chalet for all SB-RC baristas on Monday. And I have to pay $5 for that. *ka-ching* There goes my green bucks~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow working 12 to 10. Expecting visitors! A friend whom I had never met before (it's a long story between me and her, but since she's working around the area, she's dropping by!) and my dear cousins. Hmm.. I'm just afraid I might not be able to entertain you guys cause I'm still undergoing in-store training, so it's like kinda hard. But don't fret, I shall do my best. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'd decided to change my blog layout as a way to refresh myself after my 3 weeks of holiday. Like I'd said, I'ma work, school, work and more work until I'm satisfied. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm going hunting in the kitchen. Hungry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-5282712533161871707?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/5282712533161871707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=5282712533161871707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/5282712533161871707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/5282712533161871707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/06/hibernate-refresh.html' title='Hibernate &amp; Refresh'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-748451852991650948</id><published>2007-06-11T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T02:29:03.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG BROVAZ LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;"Baby Boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day that I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I knew that we would pursue&lt;br /&gt;Cause the chemistry we felt that day&lt;br /&gt;Felt so real, and so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Looking back on a year we spent together&lt;br /&gt;How it’s been, what we went through&lt;br /&gt;Although we’ve had our little ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;We’ve still pulled through&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl you’re my world, my everything&lt;br /&gt;I wanna lace you with diamonds and every ring&lt;br /&gt;Give you everything you dream and fantasize&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can tell me that you love me, looking in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You keep it real with me,&lt;br /&gt;I keep it real with you&lt;br /&gt;You keep on loving me,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep on loving you&lt;br /&gt;Keep doing what you do,&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whole aura&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t wait to hook up again tomorrow baby - what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My love for you will never end&lt;br /&gt;You’ll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;As long as time keeps on passing by&lt;br /&gt;You’ll always be my baby boy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at you,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I’ve found a love so true (and)&lt;br /&gt;I took my time to put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;I must admit it was so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;And every minute that I spend with you&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe I have nothing to loose (and)&lt;br /&gt;Deep down I always knew that you would be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;Because I got a funny feeling that this was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Without you I’d be lost, I need you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Preferably in the house full of luxuries and little kids&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From day one I was sprung,&lt;br /&gt;knew you was gonna be one&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart spoke for the very first time in a long while&lt;br /&gt;And every time you smile, I can see us walking up the aisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;With you carrying my child&lt;/s&gt;, C’mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you were to go, I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only one who sweeps me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;Makes my soul go weak&lt;br /&gt;The only one who makes my heart wanna beat and I,&lt;br /&gt;I could never live without you&lt;br /&gt;You know that what I feel has to be true&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re my, my sweet love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the first time,&lt;br /&gt;that I looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I knew that you were gonna be mine&lt;br /&gt;Feeling you from the inside,&lt;br /&gt;when you’re not by my side&lt;br /&gt;You’re the only girl that’s on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I never knew a love like this, a love so strong&lt;br /&gt;A vision so picture perfect it could never be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, you’re gonna see you belong with Jay&lt;br /&gt;I might have to marry you one day baby eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~[Chorus / Outro]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thanks to AnGeLiC_sAz@hotmail.com for these lyrics]&lt;br /&gt;[Thanks to majobabe@xtra.co.nz for correcting these lyrics]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ www.azlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thanks to Azrin_author@blogger.com for posting this. Heh. Extra only.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person coming to my mind each time this song is being played:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074502434898872626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/RmxBFCQAiTI/AAAAAAAAABA/wSurAXuKO_8/s320/P1160572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-748451852991650948?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/748451852991650948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=748451852991650948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/748451852991650948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/748451852991650948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-brovaz-lyrics-baby-boy-from-day.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Jay-i8nhXno/RmxBFCQAiTI/AAAAAAAAABA/wSurAXuKO_8/s72-c/P1160572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-1648712207207962341</id><published>2007-06-10T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:25:18.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't worry. The text is in red cause I just felt that black is taking over my entire life already now. So no animals were harmed. &lt;em&gt;(Okay, no link.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went for my second training at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; HQ- Service at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;. After 3 hours in the training room, I realised that what I was doing all that time is totally related to my course back in &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;RP&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Yasser&lt;/strong&gt; (okay, I got his name wrong with that &lt;s&gt;Fareez&lt;/s&gt;) for asking me what course am I taking. So when I spit that mouthful words, I realised, yeah, it was all about Customer Relationship and Service Management. Hah. So I guess I'm ahead of time huh. Hmm... Suddenly I wonder, since I can relate this job industry to my course, I wonder what can be related to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Supply Chain Management&lt;/span&gt;... Hehehe. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron Diaz look abit like Reese Witherspoon right? Or is there something wrong with my eye? And did Christina Aguilera really went for bust implant?, cause it's like super humongous for her size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was like totally random lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later morning I'll be watching him play for 90 minutes. And then, watch him go the next minute. Haiz.. Just now also, we only get to meet for not more than 2 hours sey. We only spend our time chatting with friends, walking and mrt-ing. Never get to be really alone together. But it's no big. We've got better thingsto think about and do. Yeah. We have goals to target and all that. Just with this, we can spend good time together lah, being partners. Yeah. Jia you us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to cafe just now, after AGES. Met the team and all them. And it's super hot lah can, now that the cafe is closed and we had to sit outside. But then again, received good interesting and exciting news. Gotta take action quick ah. No more time to waste. After so long of being lost touch with everything. when I met them all, got back my confidence now yea. Watch Azrin fly! Yeah right~ And I saw &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hitam&lt;/span&gt; (black in Malay) again, my cat's other half. Haha. Still that same old cat lah, as lazy as my &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Puteh&lt;/span&gt; (white in Malay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some of you don't understand what I'm talking about in the previous para, never mind. You all will eventually know k, for those who don't. The one who is smart enough, just hush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just adding this to remind myself that later, at 1945hrs, there's &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shrek 2&lt;/span&gt;. A must MUST watch for me. Anybody else who think they are kind enough, feel free to remind me okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna play my Burger Island game now lah. It's from Yahoo, and kinda lame. But who cares? I like lei. And I can't play CS cause I have no new AAA batteries for my mouse. That is super sad lah right. )): Anyone can donate me a pair now?&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/1765293977460274783-1648712207207962341?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/1648712207207962341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=1648712207207962341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/1648712207207962341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/1648712207207962341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-went-for-my-second-training-at.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-8682265466980174817</id><published>2007-06-08T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T04:09:14.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Another post since I ain't that sleepy now. Hmm.. Let me think of anything random. Maybe I'll start with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have a job, thought there would be some changes. But things at home remains the same. Each time I come home either from work or &lt;em&gt;play&lt;/em&gt;, there would sure be one thing that isn't right at home. Each person, one complication at least. And of all, I pity my mum. Seriously lah. She's really very lonely and I can tell that. I'm just doing my best here to keep her accompanied. Or at least I've tried, and am still at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend, I'm missing him. Simply cause he's not here tonight. And I'm still feeling bad about yesterday. I shouldn't neglected him like that. It was so wrong. I hope I don't make the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates asked me out later afternoon. But I'm afraid to go out with them. I might just end up in the same kind of trap like the other night. Blindly meet them at Cineleisure's KBox, just to find out that each of us had to pay some amount when I have zero pennies and say, $1 in my bank. That's how I owe Matt $1,000 (not the true figure). KBox experience was good though. Especially when you get to sing your classmates' names' song, i.e. Desiree &amp; Nikita. And have your boyfriend sing for you in front of your friends. Muackz lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I felt like writing a poem/song with the word 'Starbucks' in it. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to hang around with Laila once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda sad that I can't spend as much as my friends. Including having meals, even at coffeeshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing a lot of people now. Just to name some who likes to tell me about their life or just anything ...&lt;br&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Kak Shil&lt;/strong&gt; for her forever complaints (I'm not complaining, just complimenting that you're unique!),&lt;br&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Firdaus&lt;/strong&gt; for his long-winded stories, &lt;br&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Shasha&lt;/strong&gt; for her crazy talk, &lt;br&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Lala&lt;/strong&gt; with her hatred attitude, &lt;br&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Ijan&lt;/strong&gt; (my brother) for his experience with life outside,&lt;br&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Ayie&lt;/strong&gt; for his relationship &amp; politic conflicts,&lt;br&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;Alwiyah&lt;/strong&gt; for her story life.&lt;br&gt;These are some of the things that I get used to doing last time, that now that they're missing, I feel somethings are amissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my &lt;strong&gt;Nenek&lt;/strong&gt; (grandmum) too, &lt;strong&gt;Abus&lt;/strong&gt; (my youngest aunt), &lt;strong&gt;Mak Dah&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Owie&lt;/strong&gt; (my aunt and niece at Jurong), my cousin &lt;strong&gt;Kak Yun&lt;/strong&gt;, all that naughty nieces and nephews of mine, Din's nieces, Din's mum, Din's dad, Din's bro, &lt;strong&gt;4E4&lt;/strong&gt; (my sec sch class), &lt;strong&gt;W26Q&lt;/strong&gt; (my RP class), my folks at &lt;strong&gt;CIE&lt;/strong&gt; ... Argh! What's with me now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss people who made marks in my life diary. But I don't miss my sec sch teachers' naggings and personal counselling at me. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really should hit the bed now. In my bro's room tonight. Ciao~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-8682265466980174817?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/8682265466980174817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=8682265466980174817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/8682265466980174817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/8682265466980174817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-post-since-i-aint-that-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-971629877077767032</id><published>2007-06-08T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:36:36.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;First things first:&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LILA! WEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my previous post was abruptly ended. But actually, I'd typed them few days ago but only decided to post it just now. And since I'd forgotten what happened, that's th best I could say, "....gtg....".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some little news about me: I've gotten myself a job at one &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; in town area. Exact location, ask me personally aight. But if anyone of you are hoping for a free drink, I regret to say that I can't give you that. But I could try giving you all discount yea. Come down to my store sometime after the twelfth yah. It's very much prominent since it's a very busy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I went for my first (second, if including the First Impressions one) training at Tanjong Pagar, the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; HQ. It was good experience. Especially when you realise that your ex-secondary-school-classmate's name is on the list when you mark the attendance. Yeah. It was NurLaila Bte Mazlan that I saw. Super happy lah can. Finally there's a reason for us to be in the same class again. Hah. It was pure coincidence lah. So it was like back to the first day of school in RP, where there were Niki, Jas and me (the 3 schoolmates) in one class. Now there's the 3 classmates, silence was broken. But then, our spirit didn't really seeped through our "classmates".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all of them were cool. In my group, there were &lt;strong&gt;Fiza&lt;/strong&gt; (the girl who asked me if I smoke), &lt;strong&gt;Reez&lt;/strong&gt; (that ALOTLOT manager), &lt;strong&gt;Indra&lt;/strong&gt; (the cute one), &lt;strong&gt;Halim&lt;/strong&gt; (with the fierce-look face) and myself (no comments). Then there's &lt;strong&gt;Ash&lt;/strong&gt; who gave me one of her wanton. &lt;strong&gt;Jocelyn&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm sorry you've got crazy colleagues at your store, i.e. Laila and Yana. Heh. &lt;strong&gt;Fareez&lt;/strong&gt;, is it?, that thorn among the roses. &lt;strong&gt;Este&lt;/strong&gt; was cute, and damn she's from NUS, and happens to look similar like my cousin who used to be in NUS as well&lt;strong&gt;. Eda&lt;/strong&gt; was the full-time girl who sat beside me with her handphone that kept vibrating. I didn't catch this guy's name but I know he works at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; Airport Terminal 2. Heh. Funny how I can remember where they work easily but not their names. I've mentioned &lt;strong&gt;Laila&lt;/strong&gt; already right. And of course if it's not my cha bor namely, &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt;. Ever since I started going out with her and all, I'd turned up for things &lt;em&gt;early&lt;/em&gt; :) . That's something new about Azrin. Except that, I had to make her wait for me for the past two days already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were 13 of us, plus the coach &lt;strong&gt;Kiat&lt;/strong&gt;, who is a district manager somewhere in the east. Hope to meet them all again this Saturday for the next training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Did you know that &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; grows only within the tropic of Cancer and the tropic of Capricorn? Plus, Colombia &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; tastes and smells a bit like ciggarette. And that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; first logo was kinda obscene with that siren showing off its nippie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;s.&lt;/u&gt; (Reminding me of Jas' adventure story.. Heh.) Anyway a Siren is like a mermaid but it has two tails instead. Yeah. Next time, take a closer look at the logo yah. You will get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of coffee now. I shall knock off then. But before I do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm sorry I didn't care enough for you or gave you the attention that you should get. I admit I'm being kinda careless and forgetful. I think I'd hurt you this time. I'll do my best to be a better girlfriend for you next time. Don't say no. This is my own decision. I love you and it's my responsibility somehow that you shouldn't suffer. I'm truly very sorry. I realise my mistake already now, although you're not having anything against me. I love you. And my mum scolded me again because of you know. *sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-971629877077767032?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/971629877077767032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=971629877077767032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/971629877077767032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/971629877077767032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/06/first-things-first-happy-birthday-lila.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-4843134515067541282</id><published>2007-06-04T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T01:04:50.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Police Day Parade was ooh-ooh-ooh!! Hah. Up, down, left, right I see all guys in blue uniform. Especially the seat we got. All around me, except Din sitting on my left of course, were botak guys. Hahak. Even that small boy sitting in front of me was botak too. Hehe. He is super cute + noisy lah can. That chinese NS guy beside me was kinda cute, but the malay one beside me is cuter. Hehehe. Okay, enough about them guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, the parade and stuff all made me proud to be an ex-policewoman's daughter. Yeahh. Especially the SOC (Special Operations Command). I was dying to see the STAR Unit peeps in action, but as some of you know, they never reveal themselves. The performances by the police were cool. The dance performances were good too, cause they gave me the cue that I should start eating on my pizza (I brought two large slices from home). Oh yes, lastly, I like it when they call the guests to stand up, although it was a freaking lotsa times. Basically because I could turn to see my baby in totally full-u with that peaked cap just above his &lt;em&gt;sepet&lt;/em&gt; eyes. Handsome, sachok, tampan, plainly wow! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't manage to get the camera before I left home. Haish~ If not I could fantasize all night looking at his pics in uniform. Okay, that doesn't sound quite right. But heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making Din and brother walk a long distance by the river, and just before boarding the bus, I found out that my ez-link card is missing!!! Trouble. Walked all the way back to the indoor stadium to my dismay, couldn't find anything. Double trouble! And so we went off so the sadly. Okay, I was the one who was super sad there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the three of us had a good time then. Cause we all decided to walk all the way to Esplanade. The route that we took, is the path that hold sweet memories of me and Din on different nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Flashing back} It was after a horrible dinner at somewhere near Beach Road with my family and Din. It was horrible cause the &lt;em&gt;tulang merah&lt;/em&gt; was bleargh. Anyway, after that meal, being our one-of-those-monthiversary-days, I decided to spend some time alone with him. So I asked the family to go ahead home while me and Din hang around town a while. We had a great time. While walking below the highway, he sang his lungs out those sappy Malay songs, which I'd originally hated, to me. He'd changed the whole meaning of all those sentimental songs. Thank you baby. And the night got better while I was lying down on his lap by the river. Out of thin air, came beautiful fireworks flashing up in the dark blue starred sky. It was mesmerizing. No doubt bout it. The best monthiversary ever. It could have been splendid if all those had waited till our anniversary. Nevertheless, I'm thankful to God for this priceless gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to present now. Hah. We were walking across the bridge and we discovered lots and lots of small &lt;em&gt;kerapu&lt;/em&gt; fish on the concrete. Eeeeiiii!! And so, I asked Din to piggy-back me. Hah. He ended up carrying me for a few metres distance. &lt;em&gt;Siann de.&lt;/em&gt; He was perspiring, no, he was watering like mad. That all dripped down to my smooth arms. Lol. But I mind not. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a small bit from the time I had with Din and brother. After all that, I went to Starbucks at Swissotel for a short while to meet Alvin. Then I was at Tan Tock Seng Hospital to visit my brother's friend who was recently involved in a very tragic car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...... gtg ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-4843134515067541282?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/4843134515067541282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=4843134515067541282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/4843134515067541282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/4843134515067541282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/06/police-day-parade-was-ooh-ooh-ooh-hah.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-3728478479797635743</id><published>2007-06-03T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T07:00:24.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Suffering from backache now thanks to playing CS for only 3 hours. Once I get in bed, yeah, it will feel like heaven. Tuh. Oh bed, I'll be there in minutes aight. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the game, I had a mega kinda unhealthy dinner. It started from my sis ah. Hungry, wanna eat KFC. So I called for delivery. After I hang up with that rude KFC operator, sis wants Pizza Hut. So again, the same number but different outlet of course. (The Pizza Hut operator was nice and friendly. Talked to her like as if she's a primary schoolmate or what.) In less than half-hour came the &lt;b&gt;KFC's Family Feast A + Cheese Fries.&lt;/b&gt; They gave the cheese and mayo separately, and muah! Deliciously delicious. Then it was the &lt;em&gt;large&lt;/em&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cheese Lava Crust Seafood Pizza&lt;/b&gt; and sis' &lt;b&gt;Chicken Royale Pasta.&lt;/b&gt; Can't deny, I love that spongy crust. Mmm-mmm-mmm! It was a painful (for me, but seems like not for sis) &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;71++ moolahs&lt;/span&gt; altogether. Oh yes, and the delivery riders both were cute. KFC's cuter. Lol. Very &lt;em&gt;sopan lah&lt;/em&gt;, say &lt;em&gt;Assalamua'laikum&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dah2 Azrin... Din baca nanti kang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, just now, out of boredom, I went to the bathroom, took out the scissors and began snapping at my fringe so super happily. Snip, snap, snip, snap! Next thing I know, I regretted. Me and my itchy hands. It's someway above my eyebrows now. Gosh. Don't feel like going out to meet Din and brother later. &lt;em&gt;Malu lah.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. When I told Din about this, he used his favourite line on me: You and your clever ideas. Sheesh. Thanks eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and I was kind of &lt;em&gt;paisey&lt;/em&gt; just now can? Cause while I was enjoying my own time with my CS, I didn't realise that my bro was watching as well. So when I killed the last enemy just now, I was shaking my bod ignorantly happily. My bro said, "&lt;em&gt;Eh eh suka kau."&lt;/em&gt; In other words, happy oni ah. So it was kind-of-a-paisey thing ah. Okay, forget it if you don't feel me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is a good time to surf Friendster, but it's 'under construction'. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming close to 6AM already now and I'm like suppose to be at Din's house at 12 later. Haish. Don't know whether can make it or not. I'm going there just to happy2 see his mum (kinda missing her already) then me, him and the brother are going to Indoor Stadium for this Police Day Parade thing. Who else got the tickets for me if it isn't dear old Din. And guess what? He will be in full-u later! Khehehe. (I hope he's not lying.) But girls, you all should know how &lt;em&gt;sachok&lt;/em&gt; guys look when they wear police uniform. You feelin' me? Uh-huh. I'm so gonna have to dig for that digi-cam. Now where is it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like CS-ing again ah. Shall I or shall I not? Hmm.. I'm thinking of &lt;strong&gt;map fy_iceworld_cs.&lt;/strong&gt; Go go go!!! &lt;em&gt;This is what happens to noob girls. But hey, I don't think I'm still a noob right? Nah. I still stink at it. Pfft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds have woken up already now. You know what it means.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; will be out soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-3728478479797635743?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/3728478479797635743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=3728478479797635743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/3728478479797635743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/3728478479797635743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/06/suffering-from-backache-now-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-4143382570934904051</id><published>2007-06-02T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:42:26.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Seeing MZ Services tag me reminds me. I was actually supposed to be at Darul Makmur Mosque (the one at Yishun) at 9AM this morning. Cause my cousin had open up a stall there as part of his community service, right? I'd kind of promised him that I would come down to help him out, but I'd MIA the whole day. Very sorry cousin. If I'm not working during these holidays, I come over your house ok? Regarding your art lah of course. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't contacted Alvin yet. Haiz... There goes an opportunity I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I blog just to talk about my cousin only. This entry is specially for MZBS tau. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wanna go back to my CS (it's Counter-Strike for the benefit of those who don't know). Hah. Yeah, I'm crazy over CS now. Well, not really lah. But I like the game. It's super power. You all should try it know. Relieves your stress. Bleargh~ Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-4143382570934904051?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/4143382570934904051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=4143382570934904051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/4143382570934904051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/4143382570934904051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/06/seeing-mz-services-tag-me-reminds-me.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-8025504561598010273</id><published>2007-06-02T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:47:11.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am so done with editing this blogskin. I'm not really your average atttude girl, but I just love the green theme, my fav color ~LIME~. But this lime color like &lt;em&gt;dah basi &lt;/em&gt;like that. Anyway, I had a hard time finding this song cause there were like 7 others of 'Over It' songs on iwebmusic.com and I had to find the one that is sang by Katharing Mcphee and which doesn't make her voice sound like a man. Yeah, the first Over It link I'd clicked, when I listened to it, at first thought I was thinking, Oh Over It got sang by a guy one also ah, check3 it turned out to be the person who uploaded it must have recorded the song with the mic too near the speakers. And yah, if anyone of you don't like the song, just clicked Esc on your keyboard, it will make it stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My profile here on the right was kinda bitchy but who cares. I just felt like typing it that way. Just to synchronise it with the blogskin. Lol, ok no link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yepp, it's the holidays for the YearOnes now. Stretching for only 2 weeks though. That's short, and that's sad. And I wanna work lah. Why is it so hard for my family to let me go?? Why lah? Haiz.. Whatever their reason may be, I still think I should work. Personal reasons can? I wanna give Alvin a definite answer but I'm just afraid I would pang se him in the last minute. Alvin has a &lt;em&gt;lobang&lt;/em&gt; for me, and I'm fine with it. My mummy, after much negotiation with me, she can't say no anymore. The problem just lies in my brothers and father. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just feel like I'm not part of the family. I am just an outsider who happens to sit at the same table as them. Watching them laughing away, from the corner of my seat. Dearest mummy the only person who actually realising my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring me far away from this humans. And erase me from their memory, forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is just so emo-tic. But FUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-8025504561598010273?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/8025504561598010273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=8025504561598010273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/8025504561598010273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/8025504561598010273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-so-done-with-editing-this-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-2829785758312513236</id><published>2007-05-23T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:11:54.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Okay, I've finally decided to really delete my previous post. And I'm irritated already now. Haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in classroom, waiting for the first two teams to start their debate. Do debate fun lah. Why lah our dear Gloria (Enterprise Skills facilitator) make my team the one and only to do role-play??? Sian seh. At least in debate I can shoot the opposing team like hell. Shoot, shoot, shoot! Fuh! Best can? Haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debate is quite dead. But I think Barty and Alvin are good. Jan is talking abit too much, but at least he is heating up the situation, which I don't know whether it's something good or bad. And why the hell am I acting like the faci now?! It's not that as if I can grade them right. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiyah... After school there's floorball training. End at 7. And I seriously just wanna go home and sleep with my bantal usuk. :( However, I love floorball! Yeah. But, hopefully I wasn't kicked off for not coming for the past 2/3 trainings. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleeeep. I want to eeeeat. My mummy cook my favourite. Nyeargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss Din, my new-found girlfriend. LOL. Yes, when he's not with me, he's simply my boyfriend. But if we're together, he's my girlfriend. Mmmahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, the debate starting to get more exciting. Wanna ciao liao. Go~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-2829785758312513236?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/2829785758312513236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=2829785758312513236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/2829785758312513236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/2829785758312513236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/05/irritated.html' title='Irritated .'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-7348918830401446738</id><published>2007-05-22T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T02:36:07.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cry easily .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm seriously tearing right now because I'd just read this blog entry by some friend of mine. It was on Friendster blog and it was written by a 16-year-old guy. Yes, GUY. He basically wrote about this girl whom I know really damn well. Okay. This girl is my...friend. (I'm trying not to give any hints.) She used to have this secret thing with this guy but the relationship didn't work because of complicated reasons. From the way I see it, their love story has been and still seems to be alive (to me only okay! but not for them). Although they were quite wrong at that point of time, I totally support their love affair. I don't know why. Their love story touches me easily. That's why, each time when I hear something about the both of them, my heart feel for you guys man. It's like for example, he made a song for her, the words may not sound right, but I still cried. And like now, I read his blog entry, I could straight away tell that he's talking about her (although both has already moved on). And the first few lines already made me cry, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So one lesson learnt about AZRIN: She cry easily when she hears or sees love stories. END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to change topic, my eyes are drying up now. Hah. So yah, don't tell me about your love-life k, cause I might just cry. Actually anyone of you can lah, just prepare a box of tissue for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just wanna post this phrase, but before I do, take note that this is just something random yet true but it's not like as if I want it to come back to me. OK? So, here goes: "2 years ago.. A chapter of my life was opened. 11 months later, it was closed." Right, it wasn't as long as I sounded it to be, but hey, like I'd said, it's a &lt;em&gt;phrase&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, you can relate this to that Walk Away song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I just realised that this entry of mine could actually cause Two Couples to have a misunderstanding because I'm talking about this Two Girls' past/old-flame. Just a reminder to this Two Girls' Boyfriends, they both love both of you respectively okay, it's just memories which is just something random, nothing to be taken seriously as like I'd said again, THEY BOTH LOVE THE BOTH OF YOU RESPECTIVELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all do know right, there are bound to be times that you would just have a flashback on the person that you USED to love and adore so much. This is the time I am having. So my boyfriend, please do take note of what that should be noted. Most importantly, I Love You Baby And I Have No Other Man In My Heart, seriousshit. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough on this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something else that has been ringing in my head, and I hope all you out there can advise me on this (CBox can come in useful now). Actually... Right... I was thinking... Of... Starting to &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;suck SKL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. Heh. Can I light one now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-7348918830401446738?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/7348918830401446738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=7348918830401446738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/7348918830401446738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/7348918830401446738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cry-easily.html' title='i cry easily .'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-2516357087884111895</id><published>2007-05-19T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T19:01:35.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Night by P.Diddy &amp; Keyshia Cole&lt;/u&gt;, comes with a new blog layout and CBox skin. LOL. All just because of a song. Heh. And this song drives me crazy. I can imagine the hip-hop moves I've learnt during the Boot Camp, used for me to dance to the tune of this song. Trouble, trouble. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon was bone-breaking for me. Errr... Not really ah. Just that &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; me were trying too hard to do a nice &lt;strong&gt;Shoulder Freeze&lt;/strong&gt;. I managed to do it once!!!! But never again. Hah. We watched this video on Youtube, this Jap guy teaching how to do one in a very detailed manner, in Jap language. LOL. And &lt;strong&gt;Jas&lt;/strong&gt; ended up doing a "new stunt" which I would call the &lt;strong&gt;Rabbit Smile&lt;/strong&gt;. Cause her legs in mid-air looked like rabbit's ears, her jeans' back pockets as the eyes and her exposed skin as the mouth. Mmahahaha. Sorry girl. Can I post the pic here? &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night, my RP friends, &lt;strong&gt;Din&lt;/strong&gt; and myself, were at the RP's Grand Magic Show held at TRCC (The Republic Culural Centre). Some parts of it was rather lame, some was interesting, some reminds me of satan and some are just boring. And one of the magicians was &lt;strong&gt;Bao Long&lt;/strong&gt;! Yup, that guy from Yishun Town Sec. I still remember, he love to show his magic tricks outside the old Yishun Town campus' gym. He and &lt;strong&gt;Ilhammi&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. After the show, we saw him at Causeway Point BK, and he remembered us! LOL. And I didn't do my RJ (Reflection Journal) for yesterday's and Wednesday's one. Shit lah. I sure get degraded one. Haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Things just happened too fast. I was left on my own. With no words to say. No chance given for explanation. No more things to say. All I could do was weep, and cry. What else could I say? You wouldn't wanna listen at all. Everything was my fault. I realised I couldn't understand you enough. Or maybe I don't at all. Now, I'm left with this swollen eyes. And a new hope that this relationship can keep on holding on stronger than usual.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still undecided. I leave everything to God's hands. We can only plan, but He is the one who determines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I've said, it's tough being a girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-2516357087884111895?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/2516357087884111895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/2516357087884111895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/05/changed.html' title='changed!'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765293977460274783.post-1613276139591950985</id><published>2007-05-16T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:54:26.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an apology to all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;sorry to all who'd tagged (i.e. &lt;strong&gt;ainni&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;rachite*&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ayn&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ilyana&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;dayatz&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;shizari&lt;/strong&gt;). as early as from 12 Apr till 4 May, i've totally neglected these people. LOL. sorry yah. been very busy lah. then when i'm free, i'm lazy to update my bloggie. now, with this new skin, new song and new CBox (soon), i shall update as often as possible okie. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;currently, i'm crazily bonkers over this song: &lt;u&gt;Last Nite by P.Diddy &amp;amp; Keyshia Cole&lt;/u&gt;. maybe when i'm over this Walk Away song, i'll change with a new skin to go with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;don't ask me why this Walk Away song. reminds me of a person from my past. haizz... but no, it's just memories that i'm erasing away. my heart is full and occupied with Din, no more space liao. hees. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;anyway, today is me and my class' 1st month-iversary. in other words, i'd been schooling in this school for 1 month already. how time flies! wth. seriously, school was fun for the first 2-3 weeks. dinner after school everyday, pool/bowling every Friday nights, counter-strike at 11pm. but, not even one month yet, one by one leave. haizz... i wonder who's next? maybe me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;okay. enough of EMO. haha. i really can emo all of a sudden ah. but then, i never wish to be a fucking emo poser sia. bloody idiot ah these type of humans. no life ah! hahak. i pity your mums. and i simply hate the way they look at life. never wanna appreciate the people who love and care for them but always think ofthe negative stuffs. irritating bucking fitch ah! (haha. got that from ily. yes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and lastly, i'm very hungry now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;takoyaki~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;chicken seaweed~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;chicken chunk~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;cup noodles~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;old chang kee junks~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;cheese sausage~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;honey chicken~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;X/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-1613276139591950985?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/1613276139591950985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=1613276139591950985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/1613276139591950985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/1613276139591950985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/05/apology-to-all.html' title='an apology to all'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-100184724347948863</id><published>2007-05-13T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:09:06.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm proud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;muahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;finally an update from The Ultimate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;LOL. so the whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i know, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i've been gone for too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hah. like as if anyone of you miss me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;anyway, right now, my location is in RP. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;exact location: W1 Forum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;yeah, that place with alot of centipede one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and the place where CIE-ans partied like pigs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;basically i'm here at this time of the night cause of the Hip Hop IG (Interest Group, that exists only in RP).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;well, whattodo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;someone selected for the second round audition mah (in other words, i passed my first audition to enter this IG).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;LOL. always so full of myself sey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;anyway, the this second round audition is not that simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it's actually an overnight boot camp where we all would be exposed to the different kinds of hip-hop style dancing, and most importantly, and most excitingly, BREAKDANCING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;just for today itself, i'd learnt 2-3 stunts (which i have yet to master) -,-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;however it is, i'm a proud girl today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;although i have not catch the gist of dancing B-boy / Fly-Girl style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;last of all, just to holla:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;HIP HOP TO THE LOLLIPOP!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;YEAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-100184724347948863?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/100184724347948863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=100184724347948863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/100184724347948863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/100184724347948863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-proud.html' title='i&apos;m proud!'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-5484378728749562027</id><published>2007-04-15T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:06:50.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;i don't really have much time to blog now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and i really REALLY so wanna change the fonts of my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;it's so fugging ugly &amp; doesn't suit with the layout AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;any ideas to throw anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;nice fonts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but like i said, i'm rushing for time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;so i'll just put all of these that i wanna do on a later note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;tomorrow is the start of school, AND HELL YEAH I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;yahorr, i haven't updated about my three-days orientation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;to cut the story short: It's A Long Story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;but RP &amp; my school totally totally bonded like glue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Jam&amp;amp;Hop, party like mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;will blog all about it when i'm free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;maybe during my breaks at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;since the whole campus serves -wireless LAN-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;i love RP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and my Azzie, who's starting to lag now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;haishoww~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-5484378728749562027?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-4099240971451969969</id><published>2007-04-08T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:45:56.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyan / Bawean ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;people always say that being different is good.&lt;br /&gt;like how the saying would go: &lt;em&gt;Dare to be Different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, i hate being a little bit different in terms of within the Malay community.&lt;br /&gt;being a &lt;em&gt;Boyanese, &lt;/em&gt;or in correct spelling, &lt;em&gt;Bawean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people from other family backgrounds tend to look at us &lt;em&gt;Baweans&lt;/em&gt; as people with 'black magic'.&lt;br /&gt;or sometimes as a &lt;u&gt;problematic&lt;/u&gt; kind.&lt;br /&gt;urgh!&lt;br /&gt;but, its not that i'm borne a full &lt;em&gt;Bawean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm half-&lt;em&gt;Jawa&lt;/em&gt; &amp; half-&lt;em&gt;Bawean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, by right, i should be considered as a &lt;em&gt;Jawa &lt;/em&gt;people than &lt;em&gt;Bawean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply because of blood line.&lt;br /&gt;something like a hierarchy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, for the non-Malays who is reading this must be utterly confused by now right.&lt;br /&gt;basically, "&lt;em&gt;Jawa", "Bawean" &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; some others are the different communities within the Malay society.&lt;br /&gt;just like how the Chinese have their &lt;em&gt;"Hokkien", "Cantonese"&lt;/em&gt; thingy coming in.&lt;br /&gt;and the Indians there's &lt;em&gt;"Malayalee", "Hindustani", "Telugu"&lt;/em&gt; (i do have Indian friends okay).&lt;br /&gt;so basically that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, coming to think of it, so what if i have &lt;em&gt;Bawean&lt;/em&gt; blood..??&lt;br /&gt;whoever who wants to befriend me, or even marry me, gotta accept who i am and my family background.&lt;br /&gt;right peeps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said about these 'religion' thing now.&lt;br /&gt;these laptop heating up already.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, how you guys like my new skin?&lt;br /&gt;hees.&lt;br /&gt;finally did these up after my previous blog design's image in imageshack.com has been removed.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kena &lt;/em&gt;already then wanna do, wanna &lt;em&gt;kanchiong&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;typical &lt;strong&gt;Azrin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/1765293977460274783-4099240971451969969?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/4099240971451969969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=4099240971451969969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/4099240971451969969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/4099240971451969969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/04/people-always-say-that-being-different.html' title='Boyan / Bawean ?'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-8607821563036090938</id><published>2007-04-04T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:43:48.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;i wanna give my laptop a name uh.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. has to start with an 'A'.&lt;br /&gt;since i'm 'A'zrin &amp; its brand is 'A'cer.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. Aisyakapow?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. Aisheekaboom?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. or maybe Azzie?&lt;br /&gt;Rachite, can or not..?&lt;br /&gt;(must get your permission first, since you're the one who gave me that name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cat is making a hell lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;just for fish.&lt;br /&gt;haizz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recovery reaction= leaking nose &amp;amp;amp; dry cough &amp;amp; signs of fever.&lt;br /&gt;thanks pillow pad.&lt;br /&gt;you do magic.&lt;br /&gt;now, get rid of all my toxins!!&lt;br /&gt;too much of positive ions flowing in my vessels already.&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;enough now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. this entry sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i saved this as draft few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;so it shall be published now.&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/1765293977460274783-8607821563036090938?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/8607821563036090938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=8607821563036090938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/8607821563036090938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/8607821563036090938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wanna-give-my-laptop-name-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-5126567090686238614</id><published>2007-04-02T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:25:03.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it time yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;shall i change my skin, or not?&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i don't like this one, but i had actually downloaded two skins for some time already.&lt;br /&gt;is it time to change yet?&lt;br /&gt;God, give me a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1845 already now.&lt;br /&gt;Din is still not home yet.&lt;br /&gt;haizz...&lt;br /&gt;but he should be reaching soon, right..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's eleven minus two?&lt;br /&gt;nine.&lt;br /&gt;okay, 9 more days till i start school.&lt;br /&gt;at RP.&lt;br /&gt;well, based on my own knowledge, only six people that i know are coming to RP on the eleventh as well.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine, Sarkra, Iman, Arini, Shabrina &amp; Celine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah bleah bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, i remember i do have a topic to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;but ah..&lt;br /&gt;next time yah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm expecting Din to arrive in 20mins.&lt;br /&gt;have to get busy after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, there's this new movie on MTV which, i think, gonna hit the box office.&lt;br /&gt;something about "freedom writing" &amp;amp; "telling your story sets you free".&lt;br /&gt;more of into the 'chicago' people type of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i better go rest my head now.&lt;br /&gt;it freaking aches me to use this laptop.&lt;br /&gt;now i know, i prefer my comp at home.&lt;br /&gt;bad, very bad, posture.&lt;br /&gt;i need that pillow pad!&lt;br /&gt;nyeargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my secondary school friends. :(&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/1765293977460274783-5126567090686238614?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/5126567090686238614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=5126567090686238614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/5126567090686238614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/5126567090686238614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-it-time-yet.html' title='is it time yet?'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-1935451492465607953</id><published>2007-04-01T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T02:31:57.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd been tagged !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;there's this girl by the name of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i read her tag about me &amp; Din on Hafiz [MataTiga]'s blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and so i replied her back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;then from there, she visited my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and now, she's a new friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;who doesn't love NEW FRIENDS?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;she tagged me to do this thing thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and so, here we go ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX WEIRD THINGS ABOUT NUR AZRIN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;one// mum said i sleep with my eyes half-open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;two// i keep missing the people who are absent, but hate it when they are around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;three// i can forget facts that i'd very attentively listened to, within 2 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;four// i'm attracted to guys with goatees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;five// i like to pull Din's armpit hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;six// i pity my cat cause everyone seems to be bullying her all the time, but i LOVE to rape her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX PEEPOS WHO MUST WRITE THE 'SIX WEIRD THINGS' ABOUT THEMSELVES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;one// Laila ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;two// Denyse ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;three// Rachite ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;four// Jasmine ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;five// Ainni ; &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;six// Arini ! [yes, you. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ALL OF YOU HAD BEEN TAGGED. PRFFT!! ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-1935451492465607953?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/1935451492465607953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=1935451492465607953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/1935451492465607953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/1935451492465607953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/04/id-been-tagged.html' title='i&apos;d been tagged !'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-7144625144203341222</id><published>2007-03-31T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:25:28.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>` LONELY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe i'm just too used to have him sleeping here at my place.&lt;br /&gt;tonight, he's not here with me.&lt;br /&gt;or at least snoring in my brother's room.&lt;br /&gt;to add on, he's fishing at ECP now. (East Coast Park)&lt;br /&gt;haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a small tensed conversation on the phone just now afternoon, while he was walking towards the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;quite stupid yet hurting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;em&gt;small &lt;/em&gt;cause we managed to settle it as soon as it started.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm thinking twice, again.&lt;br /&gt;HAIZZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all throughout the month of March, he had been sleeping countless number of times here.&lt;br /&gt;and i had countless number of sleepless nights as well.&lt;br /&gt;not because we were chatting all night long.&lt;br /&gt;it was because i was afraid i might not wake up on time to see him go off to work.&lt;br /&gt;is that called love?&lt;br /&gt;nah.. not that easy right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next month, there will be this special day for us.&lt;br /&gt;i am not prepared for it at all.&lt;br /&gt;i need my paycheque. soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i feel so the &lt;em&gt;kental&lt;/em&gt; each time i blog about him.&lt;br /&gt;its like, there's no other things in this world to talk about other than him.&lt;br /&gt;but heck!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;end.&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/1765293977460274783-7144625144203341222?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/7144625144203341222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=7144625144203341222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/7144625144203341222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/7144625144203341222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/03/lonely.html' title='` LONELY'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-7844939795859500199</id><published>2007-03-22T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:30:50.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends forever ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;one more week or so till the end of March breaks.&lt;br /&gt;three crazy=siow weeks past like wind.&lt;br /&gt;time has been a MAJOR factor for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though stressful most of the times, i'm contented with my life now.&lt;br /&gt;rather than staying at home and simply rot, my lifestyle has changed.. for the better.&lt;br /&gt;my seventeenth year is shaping up to be a perfect square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[ Family ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ Love ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[ Career ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[ School ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i admit that i'm missing one more thing-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, like i've said on my intro page: &lt;em&gt;MyFriends are flowers. Bloom when cared for. Wither if neglected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna say much about friendship, cause it hurts me each time i think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this phrase somewhere and i agreed with it, at first: &lt;em&gt;Months of friendship are better than years of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grew up in secondary school believing that my girlfriends are always more important than boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;however, as we age on, i learnt that TRUE FRIENDS sees no gender.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter if that person is a girl or a guy, but as long as he/she values you as a real friend, then that is what i will call a 'true friend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it saddens me when there came a day for me.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be falling down on me.&lt;br /&gt;like having a thick woolen black blanket covering my whole body, giving me no fresh air to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;all of my pillars of strength have crashed down.&lt;br /&gt;and all that is left was myself.&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows what i was feeling, what i was going through.&lt;br /&gt;texts are sent out, calling for help indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;but none reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;where were those friends who said they will be there for me?&lt;br /&gt;where were they when i needed them the most?&lt;br /&gt;where was the time when they said "today you've helped me, another day i'll help you"?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i stopped asking all these but instead reflected on myself something else:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where have i gone wrong, to the extend that my friends are actually abandoning me . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still finding the answers to this last question.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1765293977460274783-7844939795859500199?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/7844939795859500199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=7844939795859500199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/7844939795859500199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/7844939795859500199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/03/friends-forever.html' title='friends forever ?'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-1538283458427952319</id><published>2007-03-19T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:31:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, I Love Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;too many things happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;let's start with my posting result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;first, i was posted to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;illenia Institute&lt;/span&gt; under Arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;went to appeal for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RP&lt;/span&gt;, TP &amp; NYP on that Tuesday itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;but i did went for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'s Orientation the following day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;the school is fun, though my heart wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm just being present for the sake of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;met and made a lot of friends there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;i love the school and environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;but i dislike the principal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;end of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;and so my appeal was successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;disappointed though, i got into &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RP&lt;/span&gt;'s Customer Relationship &amp;amp; Service Management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;well, that's the only course that i'm interested in in that school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i chose that school as my first appeal choice only because i wanna make my parents happy that i'd be going to a school very near home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;suddenly i'm having thoughts of to not continue schooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;and be a housewife instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;bleableablea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;nonsense nurazrin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;so that's the part about school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;i guess that would be all that i'd be updating for tonight cuz i wanna get busy to change my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;plus, i'm feeling pretty lethargic now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;though i'd been at home the whole day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;for Him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;honey, i love you, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;thanks for EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;losing you is soul-breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you will never be replaced.&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/1765293977460274783-1538283458427952319?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/1538283458427952319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=1538283458427952319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/1538283458427952319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/1538283458427952319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-i-love-him.html' title='God, I Love Him'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-5364658174002620559</id><published>2007-03-10T03:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T03:53:57.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it safe to say that . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel like saying something out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i'm darn sure it will hurt someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause i can imagine myself feeling hurt if that person say such thing about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but can i just say it out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel like changing my . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;dot dot dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but coming to think of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;especially after that girl-2-girl talk i had with one my goodie fwen, Lila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;she may not know everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but, all that she had said does make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yet, sometimes, things aren't just as wonderful as it looked like from a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;as one would approach closer, that's when they would realise, everything is not so perfect and cute after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;while things may seem so fine at first, at the end of the day, there is bound to be at least one misunderstanding / miscommunication going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AARRGH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can safely say &lt;em&gt;lah &lt;/em&gt;for now: i'm feeling irritated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;irritated not because someone is disturbing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but irritated in the sense that someone has actually chosen to ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ah! &lt;em&gt;malas ah nak pikirkan. uat sakit ati jek. pusing kiri je mcm nak hentam je kepale de.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;URGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay before i would get carried away, it's best i log off now yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorry for the lousy update tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i AM feeling lousy now actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;on the last note, just to let this out:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;why should i treat you as my everything if i am your nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1765293977460274783-5364658174002620559?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/5364658174002620559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=5364658174002620559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/5364658174002620559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/5364658174002620559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-feel-like-saying-something-out-here.html' title='is it safe to say that . . .'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-4076426528511449925</id><published>2007-03-06T02:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:29:12.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;O&lt; home sweet home &gt;O&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;have not been at my home pc for the past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;been coming home ever so late nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;one good thing, it's getting earlier and earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;from 1AM then next day 12MN to 11PM just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the later i go out, the later i get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the earlier i go out, the earlier i get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;reached home, get changed, eat [ sometimes too tired to even eat ], then Zzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;morning drag myself off the bed, showered, get dressed and off i go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;talking about this, suddenly a thought struck on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i have to wake up at 0750 later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;besides checking out for my JAE posting, i have to go out, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and maybe, i might even have to go to temasek poly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;cause i really want that L&amp;amp;M course even if i ain't offered for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and i'm going to appeal for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;another very very good thing is that- i meet Din every other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and it has never been better this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;no fights for three days, what a record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but there were still tears along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tears of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, Tears of Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;heee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;okay, now my eyes are crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;off to bed first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;until i get to blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tata~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-4076426528511449925?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/4076426528511449925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=4076426528511449925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/4076426528511449925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/4076426528511449925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-not-been-at-my-home-pc-for-past.html' title='&gt;O&lt; home sweet home &gt;O&lt;'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-1155062042186041907</id><published>2007-03-02T07:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:07:47.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday, and the day before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the last entry was.. dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyway, time to update about my own self yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay, currently i'm feeling sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i can't go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause i have to wake Din up later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and the problem now is, i don't know what time does he want to be awoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;he just went to sleep without saying anything to me just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;even when i went to kiss him everywhere on his face, he was dead asleep [ yes, he's sleeping over at my place, for tonight only ].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;one thing i'd realised about him is that, he's quite a heavy sleeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but, he's actually not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;especially while he is with his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe spending time with me is too boring that he must have felt sleepy every night that i'd be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;he can chill with his friends [ you guys know who you are ] all the way till sunrise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but if he's with me, by 3 o'clock, he'd be sleeping already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;zzzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tido, tido, tido.. tu je dia tahu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yet, maybe i can understand why he can't get to sleep if he's out with you fellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;right. i'd decided to wake him up at 0730 later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;shaish..! and why the hell is my dad sleeping with him tonight at the living room?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Din would usually sleep alone or with my eldest brother outside, but why did Dad decided to accompany him??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sheesh! now i can't go wake him up the lovey-dovey way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ha! ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;now that's crap. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;alright! enough about him already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;during dinner just now [ finally, last night, we had a full attendance at the table + one pax extra ;) ],&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my mum told me that i have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hair... !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i started to think of the type of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;like my room wall colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but then, coming to think of it, my hair colour is a mixture of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;light brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so there, it gives you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and at the same time, my eldest brother's hair is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and my 2nd brother,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ha! ha! see, we have western blood in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but our parents remain as our parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;although their hair are both black+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay. okay. i'll stop with this bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh yes, i'd heard from the news radio just now evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;that the results for the JAE will be sent at 8 AM or 8 PM [ i didn't get to hear that clearly ] on Tuesday, marchSIX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hu hu hu. I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh God, please please please make me go TP L&amp;amp;M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;please please, pretty please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;for the past 2-3 days, i'd been watching Cicak-Man [ a Malay Malaysian movie ] and Ghost Rider at least two times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cicak-Man is a remix of Spider-Man and Batman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cicak, mentioned as Chi-Chak, is &lt;em&gt;lizard&lt;/em&gt; in Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;in other words, it's Lizard-Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;which sounds quite lame when translated to English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;what can i comment about that movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love Saiful Apek! to the extreme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;call his jokes lame for all you want, but i love him because it tickles me each time i see his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ghost Rider was almost un-understandable for me, at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the second round, i could finally understand the story here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;by the third watch, i can actually tell you how the story goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ha! ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i find the part where Johnny and that cowboy-man riding together side-by-side was &lt;em&gt;cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyone else has comments about these two movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-7823279966811593694</id><published>2007-03-01T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:32:25.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe this entry is only about Din. right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;now that my blog hasn't been updated.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'd just deleted my previous entry, which i'd done minutes ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i realised that it's sooo crappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and the topic was boring- O Level [ which is sooo over! ].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i was reading my previous previous blog on Friendster before this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and again, i realised, i haven't changed one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, in terms of attitude &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;banyak peh nak jadi &lt;/em&gt;matured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ngomong2 kosong aja aku nie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;shaizz.. why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm still the mean old Azrin who would always take Din for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;shiann ah dier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby, baby, i love you taus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cepat datang &lt;/em&gt;please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or at least call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;suddenly, i remembered my old days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;while i was still schooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;especially my Sec Four life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'd always be missing my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;partly because we only meet like once a week, at most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;that's quite sad right..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i'd always be telling him, "after O's. after O's."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;today itself, it is wayyy after O's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i'm seeing him ever so often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, what can i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can never be happier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;he is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;magic.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes, my magical huney who creates miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay, now that the feeling of lazytoblog is striking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;will you sing to me those sappy Malay songs at the highway, like you did the other night, again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's a feeling i've never been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;thanks for that night baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;from Beach Road to Esplanade night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;you did me fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-7823279966811593694?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/7823279966811593694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=7823279966811593694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/7823279966811593694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/7823279966811593694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/03/maybe-this-entry-is-only-about-din.html' title='maybe this entry is only about Din. right?'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-3928935309496526105</id><published>2007-02-24T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:56:59.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCK wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i woke up ridiculously early today [ which was at 1330!! ].&lt;br /&gt;had to attend my second cousin's wedding at Choa Chu Kang [ second as in, my cousin's cousin ].&lt;br /&gt;but first, my dad drove us to Bukit Panjang.&lt;br /&gt;to fetch my beloved niece, &lt;strong&gt;Syura&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she wore a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baju kurung&lt;/em&gt; with her hair tied into two ponytails.&lt;br /&gt;how cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;then we proceed to CCK for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;the reception just now was.. hmm... ok2 lah.&lt;br /&gt;while me and family was walking towards the multi-purpose hall, i could see my other nieces from far.&lt;br /&gt;one of them, &lt;strong&gt;Dina&lt;/strong&gt;, when she caught sight of me, her eyeball went rounder.&lt;br /&gt;ha. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Auntie!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the only word she could summon when she saw my face.&lt;br /&gt;the other one, &lt;strong&gt;Alyaa&lt;/strong&gt;, came straight at me and &lt;em&gt;salam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first warning to her: Today no play, no shouts, no Auntie Azrin.&lt;br /&gt;and she understood.&lt;br /&gt;but whyyy didn't &lt;strong&gt;Syasya&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Shaza&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Nayli&lt;/strong&gt; came????&lt;br /&gt;i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;hmph.. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and of course, my own niece &lt;strong&gt;Syura&lt;/strong&gt;, was all angel, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing she would do when asked anything was- shake her head.&lt;br /&gt;when brought to the playground, she simply sat beside me.&lt;br /&gt;it takes time for her to adapt to her surroundings and socialise.&lt;br /&gt;unlike my other cousins' daughters, they are just &lt;em&gt;too friendly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's part of the &lt;em&gt;boyan &lt;/em&gt;blood in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;[ Syura got DKK from her mother. ] go find that out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh yes, and one last thing.&lt;br /&gt;the karaoke-ing people.&lt;br /&gt;those ladies should be retiring by now.&lt;br /&gt;but instead, they are singing for people's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if they get paid for that.&lt;br /&gt;and luckily, some guys came up to the deejay to replace those women.&lt;br /&gt;those guys are most likely to be the groom's friends [ the groom is my 2nd cousin &lt;em&gt;lah tu&lt;/em&gt; ].&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know that he's involved in "design motor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the first pair, two guys, sang &lt;em&gt;Butakah Cinta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta admit, while i was gorging myself on my &lt;em&gt;nasi padang&lt;/em&gt;, i couldn't help to avoid the fact that i was melting when i listened to them sing.&lt;br /&gt;it's not their faces [ &lt;em&gt;bukannya&lt;/em&gt; handsome &lt;em&gt;sangat dorang tu&lt;/em&gt; ].&lt;br /&gt;it was their voice, when they sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mak kau! tak bleh angkat beb..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! ha! ha!&lt;br /&gt;sorry baby. [ my heart is still for you k ]&lt;br /&gt;the next song by another pair was &lt;em&gt;Lamunan Terhenti&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kiwekk.. lagu kenangan sak tu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh! i don't wanna think about that memory though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay. enough of boys.&lt;br /&gt;now, i have to go wash the dye on my hair.&lt;br /&gt;it has been on my head for the past three hours.&lt;br /&gt;hah. i am sooo gonna spoil my hair again.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, it's red f.y.i.&lt;br /&gt;i ordered my brother to highlight for me.&lt;br /&gt;but i think he'd just did it on my whole hair.&lt;br /&gt;heh. wth.&lt;br /&gt;i really better go now.&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;terhenti lamunan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bila ku dikejutkan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;engkau dipimpin pergi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oleh seseorang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dalam keterpaksaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kau melangkah kaki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;namun sempat jua kau menoleh ku disini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dalam keterpaksaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kau melangkah pergi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;namun sempat jua &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;kau menoleh ku di sini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/1765293977460274783-3928935309496526105?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/3928935309496526105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=3928935309496526105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/3928935309496526105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/3928935309496526105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/02/cck-wedding.html' title='CCK wedding'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-9206580890399098918</id><published>2007-02-23T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T19:28:25.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm UPSET.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ever felt like the world crashing down on you after all your high hopes had been smashed onto the wall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay, i know i'm kinda over-reacting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but heck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i was such a happy bird this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;thinking that i'd be able to meet my prince in the evening later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and all that hope had to be thrown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;because of some miscommunication, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's my mum actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;she told me she has no plans tonight, but it turned out, she had to go for the &lt;em&gt;rewang &lt;/em&gt;thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't blame her &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's not her fault that she's been called to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but some people should understand that she'd just came back from night shift work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;she deserve some rest and peace, doesn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;no matter what, she's still coming tomorrow afternoon what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;poor mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;had to be woken up by those persisting calls and texts from her mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and now, yet again, i'm stuck bored at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm thinking of going out and send Din home by bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but the weather is not giving me any chances to step out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh ya, and screw tht schedule i made this morning.&lt;br /&gt;it's totally wrecked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hung on the phone with him till 0815.&lt;br /&gt;slept at about 0830.&lt;br /&gt;and woke up at 1540.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i did help my mum, but only in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;the house is still in a mess, and i'm not motivated to dust and clean any part of it, cause nobody is coming tonight. ):&lt;br /&gt;so there's no point cleaning up. /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes, i AM upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause i can't meet my baby tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;shitass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when i'm busy, he's available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but when i'm free, he's busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i guess the only thing i can look forward to now is that i'm meeting my grandmama and my naughty nieces tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yeshh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i shall be their "victim", again, tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hah. it's like they could read a signboard on my back saying, "Hello, I'm Auntie Azrin. Come bully me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and there we go, with Alyaa calling my name every 5minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Auntie Azrin, Auntie Azrin, Auntie Azrin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;now i miss Din's nieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;they look innocent, but they have naughty minds, just like their own uncle Din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/Rd7LSYGzNuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/G5LTS9FBpMY/s1600-h/130234938l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034684950015850210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/Rd7LSYGzNuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/G5LTS9FBpMY/s320/130234938l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-9206580890399098918?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/9206580890399098918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=9206580890399098918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/9206580890399098918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/9206580890399098918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-upset.html' title='i&apos;m UPSET.'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Jay-i8nhXno/Rd7LSYGzNuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/G5LTS9FBpMY/s72-c/130234938l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-4778015408815876976</id><published>2007-02-23T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T07:51:07.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PATIENCE; my foot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;boring &lt;em&gt;larh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;if i go on with my life like this, you all will receive invitation to my grand funeral very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;okay, just kidding. [ only because i know someone hates to hear me saying like this ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but seriously, i'm stuck and feeling &lt;em&gt;bleah&lt;/em&gt; being at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yes, i'm free to go out, but where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my family is like doing their own stuff everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Din&lt;/strong&gt; is only free for me after seven on weekdays or just the weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my girlfriends. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;one works like almost all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;another either school or boyfriend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the rest remained silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i still remembered, in January, i was very much anxious about getting my o' results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'd keep saying, "i can't wait, i can't wait.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;although i'd shiver at the thought of getting shit as my grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yet i can't believe that i'm still chanting the same phrase.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;despite the fact that i'd looked over and over again at my results slip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and i had even slept with it once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;now, i have to wait till March for my posting results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and might even have to further wait till April for orientation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and Oh God, please give me a place in MI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i will be a good girl there. @.@&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"It pays to be patient."- &lt;em&gt;pantat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mendak tau asik dok ruma jek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm producing flabs at the wrong places already &lt;em&gt;sia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;luckily my legs are still in good, long and sexy shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hee. y'all have to agree with that right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it's quite unsightful to see legs or arses with those kind of ever-so-obvious fats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;where you could actually see the lines and caving-in dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you know what i mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yeah.. okay, Eww that now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmm.. coming to think of it, if i'd manage to get into MI, it means i'd have to wear school uniform again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and then, i can show off my beautiful legs under that blue skirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ha! ha! ha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my schedule for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wake him up - 0545&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sleep - 0600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wakey / eat / shit - 1300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;assist my mum [ learning to be a housewife ] - 1430&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1living room should be sparkling clean and arranged, 2my room looking decent enough, 3food is all set, 4i am all showered and ready. - by 1830&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;have my guests seated &amp; POOF! - 1930&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ha! ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;what lame crap that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but nah, it's nothing for the public to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;maybe the only info i'd say is, &lt;strong&gt;Din&lt;/strong&gt; is coming. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ohsheeshakababoom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;now i remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm supposed to be missing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;okay, i DO miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;its just that i'm putting aside that feeling, cause it will only make me go shadd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;now, let's end this entry with his pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/Rd4LloGzNtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OnxBiYrm9ns/s1600-h/P1160572.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034474174495798994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jay-i8nhXno/Rd4LloGzNtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OnxBiYrm9ns/s320/P1160572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;alahh.. shiann lah dia kena paksa amek gambar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5mins ago, i'd just called him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and whee~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm going over cloud nine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it perks me up each time i hear him answering the phone in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;cause he will sound ever so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;not forgetting, &lt;em&gt;masham!&lt;/em&gt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-4778015408815876976?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/4778015408815876976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=4778015408815876976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/4778015408815876976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/4778015408815876976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/02/patience-my-foot.html' title='PATIENCE; my foot!'/><author><name>theAZRIN</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Jay-i8nhXno/Rd4LloGzNtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/OnxBiYrm9ns/s72-c/P1160572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765293977460274783.post-2605102344077089062</id><published>2007-02-22T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:26:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST; commencement / announcement ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;finally, with help from &lt;strong&gt;Dee&lt;/strong&gt; at 0420 in the wee hours, i managed to create a proper blog for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i will slowly hunt for my mates and add them onto my links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;whoever who'd read this, please report at the tagboard please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i must know your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;my previous blog at my msn space might be deleted very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;basically because i'd had many weird and scary readers from all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, i don't mind Italians but Turks???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;no offence against that nationality but, generally, their men are very &lt;em&gt;disgusting,&lt;/em&gt; really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;why do their first questions have to be about kcuf ? ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;real sick in the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i have proof you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i might have to change my email address again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay. i'd been yawning for more than seven times for the past minute now.&lt;br /&gt;why not? it's 6 o'clock in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;time to go make a wake-up call.&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bleargh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765293977460274783-2605102344077089062?l=azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/feeds/2605102344077089062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765293977460274783&amp;postID=2605102344077089062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/2605102344077089062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765293977460274783/posts/default/2605102344077089062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azrinfreakedout.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-commencement-announcement.html' title='FIRST; 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