<?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-4340108140327760932</id><updated>2012-01-31T18:46:19.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azalea Ashikin's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-9146530266122165992</id><published>2012-01-31T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:46:20.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Stop!</title><content type='html'>I am currently into :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arts and crafts things. I don't know why but i am now sewing plushies for Iskandar and I. I'm gonna buy some more art things to make. Pretty much soon I'll make something for my best friends hehehehehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't listen to any other songs form the radio. I only listen to Foster The People. Well, that's not surprising is it. But i listen to their album at least 3 times a day, and i don't get bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't stop searching for new art stuff on YouTube / Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No, i am not interested in taking art and designs or anything related on that matter when I am pursuing my further studies in the University. I think this arts and crafts thing is a 'phase'. But i don't want it to be just a phase! I'm making it a hobby if i can XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No, i will not sell these things i will soon make. Because I am not into business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am completely bored at home, i don't wanna read anything yet, i am not interested in taking on a job. I guess this is a phase after leaving school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HELL NO, I DON'T MISS SCHOOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanna buy arts and crafts things! :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye, xoxoxoxoxoxoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-9146530266122165992?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/9146530266122165992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/9146530266122165992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/9146530266122165992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-cant-stop.html' title='I Can&apos;t Stop!'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-4177789114890371558</id><published>2012-01-26T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:31:56.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Trend?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I'm sick of seeing all this younger kids, doing stuff like they're an adult. I mean, they swear like there's no tomorrow. If they can learn all the bad words in one time, they'll probably use them I'm every sentence they say. Furthermore I see young girls, about 12, 13 or maybe 14, using these words like it's a normal thing. In my opinion, a girl should stay lady like in any situation. It is not 'cool' to swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I notice that most of these young kids chasing popularity. Nowadays it's all about how many likes you have on your status, how many likes you have on your picture, updating your Facebook status like it's Twitter and uploading pictures of yourself once a day. I mean, some of your friends would like to stalk you but I'm getting really sick of seeing the same faces all over again everyday. Sure, this popularity thing sounds cool now but as you get older, it's not worth shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These younger kids too act as of they're a philosopher or something. Updating their Facebook status with advices that sometimes doesn't even sound legit. They update their status, full of advices, but they themselves aren't capable of using their advice. I think this is a bit foolish for some reason. Scratch that, I think it's bloody stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that annoys me the most is definitely when they keep updating about their boyfriend/ girlfriend. How much they miss them, how much they love them, how much time they spent together, how much they text each other all day, what their boyfriend/ girlfriend told them over the phone. I mean, I have a boyfriend too, but why advertise your relationship? It's not a bloody contest is it? Those things are private, intimate times. Why tell the whole bloody world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for the likes on Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also the pathetic cases where they are single, updating single stuff. How much they are 'forever alone' and how much they're jealous of other couples. Then go find one! It's not super hard, it's not impossible. Why be so insecure? Everybody is beautiful in their own way. And each person has a partner. If not now, soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The society is changing fast. I hope they realise how annoying and pathetic some of them really are. Because I really don't like this hatred post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-4177789114890371558?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/4177789114890371558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-trend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/4177789114890371558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/4177789114890371558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-trend.html' title='A New Trend?'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-8088615336037946247</id><published>2012-01-18T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:34:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Reason Why I Love Foster The People</title><content type='html'>I was one of the lucky people to be featured in &lt;a href="http://malaysiasaya.my/"&gt;Malaysiasaya&lt;/a&gt;'s video. Yes, they interviewed me and other fans of Foster The People. I am super excited now by the way, hands shaking and all that! I'm so honored to be in this video! Thank you &lt;a href="http://malaysiasaya.my/"&gt;Malaysiasaya&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to love Foster The People (especially Mark Foster) for the rest of my life! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ik3keZItN9c" allowfullscreen="" width="450" frameborder="0" height="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-8088615336037946247?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/8088615336037946247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-more-reason-why-i-love-foster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/8088615336037946247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/8088615336037946247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-more-reason-why-i-love-foster.html' title='One More Reason Why I Love Foster The People'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ik3keZItN9c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-4957489194498119817</id><published>2012-01-16T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:05:15.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFTmFJ2cPLM/TxOhtHQ7MbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RH_pvwVthYQ/s1600/tumblr_lxuw7mGOJd1r1bcxso1_r1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFTmFJ2cPLM/TxOhtHQ7MbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RH_pvwVthYQ/s400/tumblr_lxuw7mGOJd1r1bcxso1_r1_500.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698075749970031026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Foster, I am head over heels in love with you. I really wanna be with you! Marry me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-4957489194498119817?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/4957489194498119817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/obsessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/4957489194498119817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/4957489194498119817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFTmFJ2cPLM/TxOhtHQ7MbI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RH_pvwVthYQ/s72-c/tumblr_lxuw7mGOJd1r1bcxso1_r1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-2680323561362827237</id><published>2012-01-15T10:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:57:22.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Wanna Disappear</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you have been asking me how the concert went. So here it is! The concert was super amazing! I've never experienced anything like that! So i went with one of my best friends, Ama XD We got to the KL Convention Centre around 4.30pm and the line outside Hall 4 was so long! So Ama and I bought some cupcakes and sandwich and sat in line and ate. Serious, i think they started the line since i dunno, 3pm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hFKasEyx9lg/TxJBBnD5dRI/AAAAAAAAAmE/0QHrzfuiGdY/s1600/401315_2133894006994_1835386078_1301704_1121054611_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hFKasEyx9lg/TxJBBnD5dRI/AAAAAAAAAmE/0QHrzfuiGdY/s400/401315_2133894006994_1835386078_1301704_1121054611_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697687974498104594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama decided to take a picture of me with the ticket, classic pose~ We were in the FANatic Zone, which was directly in front of the stage so i can see my dear Mark Foster live XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkneO6qZqLo/TxJUYVR4EWI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/l5txDrqbBJE/s1600/401428_2131872596460_1835386078_1300000_676272619_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkneO6qZqLo/TxJUYVR4EWI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/l5txDrqbBJE/s400/401428_2131872596460_1835386078_1300000_676272619_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697709255582814562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he is! My Mark Foster! &amp;lt;3 I am totally in love with him, but not as much as i love Michael Buble of course :P But Mark Foster is a really talented guy. His voice is amazing, he can play the guitar, the piano, the keyboard, the drums and i think he can play any instrument ever existed! Not no mention all of Foster The People's songs are amazing! Every song has a meaning of its own, you cant get it at first try, but after you listen to their songs many, many times, you'll understand XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama and I were about 5 rows behind the stage, so basically i can see Mark Foster clearly. Though, i am a very very VERY small girl, i need to like, jump to see him, but everybody else was jumping too ._. Thank God the gentlemen in front of me understands my small condition so they did not jump, instead they even squat down a bit to let me see. So nice of them :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yQZmUSpWAM/TxJVZu9-bEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/L9-4Ava09Zc/s1600/390798_2131892516958_1835386078_1300009_1538063285_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--yQZmUSpWAM/TxJVZu9-bEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/L9-4Ava09Zc/s400/390798_2131892516958_1835386078_1300009_1538063285_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697710379170163778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert was crazy! Everybody was pushing each other. I never knew Malaysians were SUPER aggressive, the right side pushed to the left, the left fought back, and I was stuck in the middle. Naturally many of us fell, and unfortunately i was stepped on ._. its hurts so bad till now ._. you cant even imagine what i felt ._. i felt scared, but at the same time joyful! After that incident, my foot was occasionally stepped on too, my toes still hurts. But it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the place was air-conditioned, it was hot as hell! Because of the body heat. My tshirt was wet, not because of MY sweat, it was because of OTHER PEOPLE'S SWEAT! I know . . . Disgusting but thank god, none of them has body odour or i could die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HP3iwrWbrB8/TxJWhhJ0pnI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JGveTyOfudc/s1600/393174_2131907317328_1835386078_1300027_1963018643_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HP3iwrWbrB8/TxJWhhJ0pnI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JGveTyOfudc/s400/393174_2131907317328_1835386078_1300027_1963018643_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697711612412339826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Ama and I looked like after the concert. We were sweating like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttMDnU14dAc/TxJXLQrB_-I/AAAAAAAAAnA/gGvxSUxSp6w/s1600/399825_2131814635011_1835386078_1299954_1161516268_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttMDnU14dAc/TxJXLQrB_-I/AAAAAAAAAnA/gGvxSUxSp6w/s400/399825_2131814635011_1835386078_1299954_1161516268_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697712329542729698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person here is one of the most awesome dude ever! His name is Darshen Ganesan, he's taken girls, sorry :P He's a friend of mine back when i went to La Salle's IU day in April 2010. We bumped into each other after about a year not seeing each other! Mind his awesome t-shirt, but I'm glad we chat for a while XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was a bit sad that the concert ended :( But nonetheless, it was the concert of the year for me! I really really enjoyed it! I hope to see Foster The People again. Keep rocking the world, because you rocked mine FTP! Thank you for coming to Malaysia, Malaysia loves you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxzrekwBqtk/TxJW53RPrMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/goZXtoB4u3I/s1600/393660_2131781034171_1835386078_1299946_402371010_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxzrekwBqtk/TxJW53RPrMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/goZXtoB4u3I/s400/393660_2131781034171_1835386078_1299946_402371010_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697712030665911490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I love you guys so much! Thanks for giving me the inspiration &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-2680323561362827237?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/2680323561362827237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-i-wanna-disappear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/2680323561362827237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/2680323561362827237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-i-wanna-disappear.html' title='Sometimes I Wanna Disappear'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hFKasEyx9lg/TxJBBnD5dRI/AAAAAAAAAmE/0QHrzfuiGdY/s72-c/401315_2133894006994_1835386078_1301704_1121054611_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-7293663145575006446</id><published>2012-01-09T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:45:17.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Quality</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! How's your weekend? Well, mine has gone pretty well. I got to spend time with one of my bestfriends, Amanina, whom i call ama but most of you call Nyna. LOL. I went to the Star Education Fair yesterday. Frankly it did help me a lot, since i dont know what or where i'll be studying. But i guess I'll just follow my heart, and things will be okay. Because whatever happens, it is written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtDeaTnZlKU/TwwySSr6bhI/AAAAAAAAAls/gZtn1xQ6hxg/s1600/FTP_Poster_A3_LR_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtDeaTnZlKU/TwwySSr6bhI/AAAAAAAAAls/gZtn1xQ6hxg/s400/FTP_Poster_A3_LR_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695982918551891474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see them upfront! Iskandar and I are totally in love with their songs, but unfortunately Iskandar couldn't make it to their concert :( But I'll be going with Ama instead! Hehehe lets just say we'll be standing very close to the stage XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later! xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-7293663145575006446?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/7293663145575006446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/worlds-quality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/7293663145575006446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/7293663145575006446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/worlds-quality.html' title='The World&apos;s Quality'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtDeaTnZlKU/TwwySSr6bhI/AAAAAAAAAls/gZtn1xQ6hxg/s72-c/FTP_Poster_A3_LR_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-6957368534067417803</id><published>2012-01-07T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:46:57.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Again, I Got Tagged! (God Damn It)</title><content type='html'>Okay so yesterday i got tagged by Shamin, but again, tonight i got tagged by &lt;a href="http://lynnamalina-overtherainbow.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lynn&lt;/a&gt;. So her tag was about this contest, if you win this contest you'll win awesome stuff! Do click on the picture below for more info! XD I have to copy paste this blog, because i got tagged, i just have to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://zaihazrasulaiman.blogspot.com/2012/01/mega-giveaway-2012-belog-nemomimosh.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z300/azashikin/GIVEAWAY.png" a="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rules are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1. Make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; entry about this giveaway and paste the banner in your entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2. Dont forget to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;link the banner to Nemomimosh's blog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tag 3 friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;. And tell them that they've been tagged, so they would know about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4. Once all is done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;leave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;a comment on Nemomimosh's entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; (just click the picture) and please fill in the info needed :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Your URL Link : ________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(The link that you wrote about this giveaway entry)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go! I translated all of that in English, because i prefer it in English. I hope &lt;a href="http://zaihazrasulaiman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nemomimosh&lt;/a&gt; doesnt mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby tag : Hajar, Shamin and, erm, anyone who reads this LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-6957368534067417803?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/6957368534067417803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/yet-again-i-got-tagged-god-damn-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/6957368534067417803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/6957368534067417803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/yet-again-i-got-tagged-god-damn-it.html' title='Yet Again, I Got Tagged! (God Damn It)'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-524296026839788006</id><published>2012-01-06T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:39:41.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Tagged!</title><content type='html'>It has been ages since this tagging phenomenon ended. But i got tagged by my dearest &lt;a href="http://chocolatelover94.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shamin Insyirah&lt;/a&gt;. So i have no choice but to do so! But i aint taggin' no one lol :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the tag that Mc'Ha tagged in her blog.&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik ak ad mood nk buat benda2 leceh mcm ni skrg....haih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 . You must post this rules in your entry.&lt;br /&gt;2 . Each person must post about themselves in their entry.&lt;br /&gt;3 . Answer the question than tagger set for you in their post. And create eleven new questions for new people you tagged to answer. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but i aint gonna do no shiz&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4 . You have to choose eleven people to tag link them on the post. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aint gonna do this either&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;5 . Go to their page and tell them you have tagged HIM/HER. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;6 . NO TAG BACK !&lt;br /&gt;7 . No stuff in tagging section ''YOU ARE TAGGED IF YOU READING THIS''.&lt;br /&gt;8 . " YOU ARE LEGITIMATELY'' -a.k.a REALY , TRUST , WITH ALL HONEST- have tag eleven people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 11 facts about this blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. Nur Azalea Zainal Ashikin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. 18 Years Old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3. I still hate my ex-high school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4. I am blissfully taken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5. I love my boyfriend to death&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6. I am completely obsessed with Michael Buble and Anarbor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7. I am forever addicted to Foster The People&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8. I used to eat a lot, but now? Entah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9. VERY VERY VERY in love with Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10. I love my family (duh . . .)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11. I wanna go to Hogwarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1. What is your favourite place to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - I like to sit at home, spending time with the boyfriend if i could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2. Do you have pet? What is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - No, i dont fancy animals much :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. Exposed to the public or undercover? Which one you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Being me, i like being undercover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4. Apple or Windows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Whats the diff? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5. Where was your birthplace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Subang Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6. Your favourite food is...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Chocolate, if it counts as a food O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;7. Do you support 'No Plastic Bags Day'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Yes because I'm planning to live on this planet for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;8. What is your favourite school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Hogwarts, duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;9. What brand do you like the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -  F21, Cotton On, Vans and such i guess O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;10. Have you ever regret of doing something? What is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Ooooh yes, but i ant tellin' you people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;11. Do you love yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Yes, i do very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, ya happy now &lt;a href="http://chocolatelover94.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shamin Insyirah&lt;/a&gt;? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, xoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-524296026839788006?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/524296026839788006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-got-tagged.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/524296026839788006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/524296026839788006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-got-tagged.html' title='I Got Tagged!'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-8698883178771118212</id><published>2012-01-05T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:04:08.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! Hooray for my fisrt post in 2012! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, so many of you know that I am very active in my tumblr acount, but in tumblr i usually reblog things, i dont write my own posts unfortunately. Since i have finished my school (yes i know, hard to believe!) I am free all the time. So where else where I be other than home, on my laptop, playing Maple and stuff XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I come across on tumblr, a quote saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feelings never go away&lt;/span&gt;". I didnt know whether to reblog, or just ignore. Because i agree with it 50%, but on the other hand, 50% of me dont agree with that saying. I dont know why but there are so many rights and wrongs about that quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50% of me agree because it's true. Feelings never go away, no matter how hard you try. You just cant help it. Even if you say that you dont, there's that very very microscopic tiny place in your heart that will always be there. And the feeling is not love, its not like, its just a feeling. A feeling no one can explain or understand. The fact is, the feelings are still there because of unfinished business between the two of you. Maybe you it broke off just like that, making the feelings between the two of you hanging. And the sooner you avoid confrontation, the louder the silence between the both of you. I have this feeling still, both of us avoid confrontation till now, and we're not planning to do so any sooner. Personally i think its better, because deep down inside, i know he'll just fly out of my mind, and erase himself from my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before you jump into conclusions, Iskandar knows about this situation of mine and he's try his best to help me get through it. He's just the best boyfriend ever :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50% of me that disagree is because, it depends. If that person you're trying to forget is an asshole, why still develop a feeling for them? I mean, why lower yourself to that extent? Sure, that person once ruled your heart, and had once 'loved' you, but if they did love you, why did they hurt you in the first place? Sure, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's love without ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;' right? Think again, love takes you down once in a while. Love always pulls you up, and keeps you there for as long as it can. If you're constantly being hurt by the person you love, why bother being in love? Love doesn't teach you to hurt yourself, love teach you how to trust, no embrace the one you're with. And once they broken the trust, why still develop a feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are in a constant battle with ourselves. To love, or not to love? To hurt, or not to hurt? To trust, or not to trust? Come om, man. Get a grip! Nowadays i see 12 year olds and 13 year olds being 'in love'. I don't know, but if i had to give advice, I'd rather spend my youth with friends, creating unforgettable memories than to hurt in a very young age. Most of these youngsters will most likely to be exposed to heartbreak. And yes, like you guessed, they would not trust the opposite sex just because they did one mistake with a boy or a girl in their young young age. How, very... unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i say so myself, i had done PLENTY of mistakes in my school days, i played around, got hurt, even once i was the broken-hearted girl. But i never give up, and look what that has lead me to, Iskandar. Allah loves the one who is always patient, who never gives up. Allah has written my fate, and Allah has shown me the way to Iskandar's side. And i can't really be any more happier than now. I am so blessed and I thank Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution to every problem is to pray. If you're a muslim, pray to Allah. If you're a non muslim, pray to your God. Pray that you'll find your way to the right person, pray that all the heartache and all the problems will soon be worth it for that right person, pray that one day the right person will lead you straight to heaven or Jannah (as we muslims call it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, feelings. Sure, they'll never go away. But once you know if the person even deserves to be missed or to have feelings for, your feelings will go away, InshAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-8698883178771118212?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/8698883178771118212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/8698883178771118212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/8698883178771118212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2012/01/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-8186240889731043182</id><published>2011-12-31T18:12:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:37:50.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011, What A Year, What A Year!</title><content type='html'>Hello guys! It's the last day of 2011, and frankly I'm glad I'm leaving 2011 already. I survived another year and I'm having flashbacks of this year's moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FV1PYKdWsM/Tv7iPmmnEmI/AAAAAAAAAhA/L9yuSAR9tjE/s1600/P1040196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FV1PYKdWsM/Tv7iPmmnEmI/AAAAAAAAAhA/L9yuSAR9tjE/s400/P1040196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692235736731292258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting of the year was amazing, I found out Iskandar was put in the same class as me, which was what i had wished for. I got great teachers and the same ol' classmates. We dissected a frog with non other than our Pn. Kaliswary (my fav teacher in the universe). It was a very fun experience but Ammera and I have done it before in Nirmala's. So that made us like the boss of things :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkEO8dIPl4g/Tv7yRyy2NfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hC3tQbmF-CA/s1600/P1050294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkEO8dIPl4g/Tv7yRyy2NfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/hC3tQbmF-CA/s400/P1050294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692253366549624306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MYGYkfAegR4/Tv7yhuC_klI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AhB7pZ0DNKE/s1600/P1050295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MYGYkfAegR4/Tv7yhuC_klI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AhB7pZ0DNKE/s400/P1050295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692253640153076306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8wi3f4IypI/Tv7yryJCIhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/l3ula6JNkkk/s1600/P1050300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E8wi3f4IypI/Tv7yryJCIhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/l3ula6JNkkk/s400/P1050300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692253813050843666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fast forward to April, on the 12th to be exact Hajar, Ammera, Thanuja, Sashini and I went to a debate competition. We didn't win though, but i won best debator of the day XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfCdf4LjytA/Tv78JmKF20I/AAAAAAAAAh8/QyrEnBHclPM/s1600/P1050319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfCdf4LjytA/Tv78JmKF20I/AAAAAAAAAh8/QyrEnBHclPM/s400/P1050319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692264220834782018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we loss, we went home. Then on the 13th Hajar and I went to this thing where we have to create some stuff using powerpoint. I was pissed because i was fully dedicated to the thing, and Hajar and I did the whole thing day and night for 1 month, but in the end the teacher decided to change EVERYTHING that we did. So yeah, we won num 3, but it wasnt our work so i wasnt that happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPWlQZecil0/Tv78WTf3kGI/AAAAAAAAAiI/HMjGC_CKw1g/s1600/P1050731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPWlQZecil0/Tv78WTf3kGI/AAAAAAAAAiI/HMjGC_CKw1g/s400/P1050731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692264439164145762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all of us went to MSU for a talk. It was fun but boring at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsM85E5kEIs/Tv7-WKECiII/AAAAAAAAAis/2kzBODNbhDQ/s1600/P1050767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QsM85E5kEIs/Tv7-WKECiII/AAAAAAAAAis/2kzBODNbhDQ/s400/P1050767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692266635654760578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and my ladies went to the Book Fair in PWTC, and bought books lol :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0urOY3KgB8/Tv8M5lgQvqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/dsFMMxgxU6s/s1600/P1050830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0urOY3KgB8/Tv8M5lgQvqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/dsFMMxgxU6s/s400/P1050830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692282637479100066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I own my first class tshirt! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqZ5ZD7Fp_U/Tv8ND33O_WI/AAAAAAAAAjE/TQf4s8AJJHk/s1600/P1060147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqZ5ZD7Fp_U/Tv8ND33O_WI/AAAAAAAAAjE/TQf4s8AJJHk/s400/P1060147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692282814205984098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in June i went to USS with my family, which was fantastic! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WOh6X7YOEg/Tv8NYSn5bCI/AAAAAAAAAjc/dGUapiYaSQI/s1600/P1060569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WOh6X7YOEg/Tv8NYSn5bCI/AAAAAAAAAjc/dGUapiYaSQI/s400/P1060569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692283164986797090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15th June 2011, celebrated my 1 year anniversary with Iskandar :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh9kRTO5itg/Tv8NjlFNmvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ibF9N6gvY0w/s1600/P1060850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lh9kRTO5itg/Tv8NjlFNmvI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ibF9N6gvY0w/s400/P1060850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692283358920153842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40F9dzBWdAE/Tv8NxgqyhVI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ClgWvC2OOzA/s1600/P1060886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-40F9dzBWdAE/Tv8NxgqyhVI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ClgWvC2OOzA/s400/P1060886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692283598253753682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday, Iskandar, Thanuja, Sammini and Kavita (Thanuja's sisters) went swimming and we had dinner XD Abang Daws (Is's brother) and Kak Pka (Abang's girlfriend) was there too XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s0vipR0t6bQ/Tv8OHZw8jVI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gw3QxSf5aJg/s1600/P1070377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s0vipR0t6bQ/Tv8OHZw8jVI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gw3QxSf5aJg/s400/P1070377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692283974357650770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family on my dad's side went to Langkawi for Eid :D It was amazing that my whole family was there, though we see each other every week :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVcpdBtk1hU/Tv8ObJVltAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AzpztVVxoCc/s1600/P1080072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVcpdBtk1hU/Tv8ObJVltAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/AzpztVVxoCc/s400/P1080072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692284313545323522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 22nd of October, i went to see David Foster and his friends. THE BEST CONCERT OF MY LIFE &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4g-9LfTGLI/Tv8OxHzh5aI/AAAAAAAAAk8/6FJoC3m5G-4/s1600/P1080451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4g-9LfTGLI/Tv8OxHzh5aI/AAAAAAAAAk8/6FJoC3m5G-4/s400/P1080451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692284691091154338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day after I finished my SPM, Iskandar, Dilip, Thanuja, Sashini (which was the one taking this pic) and I went to petrosains XD just for fun lol XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fmrZDufgOE/Tv8PAFA8VwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ryWQSzAFhvs/s1600/P1080821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1fmrZDufgOE/Tv8PAFA8VwI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ryWQSzAFhvs/s400/P1080821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692284948040144642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, i went to Dubai with my family, the most amazing experience and the best vacation so far &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46fDh_yCjfE/Tv8PRYDzA_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/ghFFPtg8zng/s1600/G26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46fDh_yCjfE/Tv8PRYDzA_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/ghFFPtg8zng/s400/G26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692285245210166258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 27th Dec, Iskandar, Kak Ngah (Iskandar's sister), Kak Pka (the one with the blue scarf), and I went to Genting. We had loads of fun! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats the summary to my year. New year's resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a better person for Allah, and my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay with Iskandar, forever and ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do more fun stuff with Iskandar's siblings to bond&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make less people hate me, which is physically and mentally impossible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And InshAllah, wear hijab :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great day guys! And may 2012 be a better year than this one! Much love from me! xoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-8186240889731043182?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/8186240889731043182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-what-year-what-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/8186240889731043182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/8186240889731043182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-what-year-what-year.html' title='2011, What A Year, What A Year!'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FV1PYKdWsM/Tv7iPmmnEmI/AAAAAAAAAhA/L9yuSAR9tjE/s72-c/P1040196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-5919988279640788785</id><published>2011-12-25T08:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T08:36:20.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Come</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since i left Dubai. Sad Sad case really. I miss Dubai totally. The cool weather, the fresh air, the food (most definitely), the fashion there, the big big malls, the shopping place in Goul Souk and Deira. I just miss the place. But what am i to do, i live in Malaysia, a better place if you ask me. But Dubai, it's just the place where i can get away from the reality in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i didn't get the job that I've applied. They wanted 18 above. All of them wanted 18 above. but really I'm just going with the flow. I'll be 18 by the year in a week for God's sake ._. But never mind, good things comes for the ones who waits XD I'll be just at home, reading story books, playing games and stuff. But hey, I'm slowly learning how to cook now. A girl needs to learn how eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go on a day-trip with Iskandar, I'm so excited that he got a day off! Inshallah if nothing is in our way, we'll get to go! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. And oh! Congratulations to everyone who had their PMR results! For the 8As, VERY BIG CONGRATULATIONS! For those who didn't get 8As or didn't get what you expected, it's okay~ There's SPM but you'll have to work hard to get all As in SPM! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-5919988279640788785?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/5919988279640788785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-has-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5919988279640788785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5919988279640788785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-has-come.html' title='The Time Has Come'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-8455451046930936267</id><published>2011-12-14T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:53:27.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Cooler Than Me?</title><content type='html'>Hai readers! It's 7 AM here, in Malaysia it's 11 AM :D currently I'm in Dubai UAE if some of you are wondering. It's winter now, in the day it's about 20 degrees but in the night it's about&lt;br /&gt;16-18 degrees. Freezing, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view here is spectacular. From my room, I can clearly see the Burj Khalifa, the world's tallest building currently. I can see the busy roads of Dubai and also the Dubai Mall, the world's biggest mall. I can also see Burj Al-Arab :D It's beautiful here, the weather is bearable and the air here is just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only it's a shopping haven, it's food haven too! They have the best briyani rice here! I wouldn't be surprised if I get home and gain some weight :P I'm staying in Dusit Thani, in the 16th floor. I'm a bit scared of heights O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it here, but I miss Iskandar terribly. So you guys have great holiday too aite? :D bye-bye! Xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here as you can see, the first picture is the busy roads, the next is Burj Khalifa, tall aite? An the last is Burj Al-Arab (which is in bad quality because I zoomed when taking the picture) enjoy Dubai from my room! :D&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7EZx9I5tIMU/TugTi3spZ0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Iy5EpaWcELY/s640/blogger-image--217809952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7EZx9I5tIMU/TugTi3spZ0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Iy5EpaWcELY/s640/blogger-image--217809952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uLdCsZBp9xU/TugTpzgAB2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/1BMJZkiAquo/s640/blogger-image--1882588451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uLdCsZBp9xU/TugTpzgAB2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/1BMJZkiAquo/s640/blogger-image--1882588451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-x0cNJ74QALc/TugdtIEJPyI/AAAAAAAAAg0/0lk2zbtyl-0/s640/blogger-image-780287124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-x0cNJ74QALc/TugdtIEJPyI/AAAAAAAAAg0/0lk2zbtyl-0/s640/blogger-image-780287124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-8455451046930936267?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/8455451046930936267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/12/are-you-cooler-than-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/8455451046930936267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/8455451046930936267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/12/are-you-cooler-than-me.html' title='Are You Cooler Than Me?'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7EZx9I5tIMU/TugTi3spZ0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Iy5EpaWcELY/s72-c/blogger-image--217809952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-6833378149859443573</id><published>2011-12-10T07:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T07:01:25.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Cold Night</title><content type='html'>I am currently in Awana Genting Highlands, all wrapped up inside my blanket, that explains the coldness. I love being up here, since lived in Genting many years ago, this place give me the nostalgia. I miss the smell of the cold wet weather. My dad's work place is having a FamilyDay, that's why I'm ere if some of you are wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskandar has just started working. I realize my life revolves around him. I can't text him for 8 bloody hours. Can you imagine? :( I understand though, it's for the best that he's working. I also know that we have to get used to this, being apart and stuff because it'll be the same when we go into different universities. It's a sad sad situation, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, I myself has applied for a job. Please please please pray for me that my interview will go great and I'll get the job :3 remember, if you pray good things for other people, good things will come to you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now guys, byee xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-6833378149859443573?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/6833378149859443573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-cold-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/6833378149859443573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/6833378149859443573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-cold-night.html' title='On A Cold Night'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-4852039977972401438</id><published>2011-12-06T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:58:21.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This It?</title><content type='html'>If this is the life after SPM, then I'm living the life. Of course my sleeping schedule is already stable now, i love the endless time of being online, play Maple Story (the best thing ever), hanging out with my best friends, and just laying around doing nothing, what i do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i have put out all of my revision books in my brother's room since he'll be taking SPM next year. And all of my used exercise books is safely outside of my room, ready to me taken by the "old news paper" guy to be recycled. So my shelves are literally naked, ready to take in new books that doesn't have anything to do with studying. This has gotta be the good life aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i myself have to be prepared to face the next phase of my life. I am still a kid at heart, always have and always will be. I really don't wanna grow up. I don't wanna be away from my family. But in the end, I know i have to, which sucks by the way. Might as well live now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, i would like to quote a song from my favorite band in the world, Anarbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; "Always dirty, I am never clean"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for today, or maybe for the rest of the week. Good night readers, xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-4852039977972401438?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/4852039977972401438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-this-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/4852039977972401438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/4852039977972401438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-this-it.html' title='Is This It?'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-904539578775391259</id><published>2011-11-30T19:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T19:22:25.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SAYA BUDAK LEPASAN SPM :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the perfect song for my situation from my dearly beloved Michael Buble &amp;lt;3 Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Edwsf-8F3sI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-904539578775391259?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/904539578775391259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/11/ehem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/904539578775391259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/904539578775391259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/11/ehem.html' title='Ehem'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Edwsf-8F3sI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-1608794294097315876</id><published>2011-11-04T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:04:29.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Reality</title><content type='html'>Life is super hectic now. Only a week left till SPM. I'm starting to feel like there's not enough time for me to finish all my revisions. I don't know why but I just can't wait to get thins over with, I'm tired of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank god, i still have some will to continue studying this last few days, after all this SPM influences my future. Better get screwed up now than later right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised I'm still relaxed a bit. I still have time to relax. I mean, my 'classmates' are all over the place studying, well some of them are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, different people have different lives. Better get studying now. Bye loves! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-1608794294097315876?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/1608794294097315876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/11/exciting-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/1608794294097315876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/1608794294097315876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/11/exciting-reality.html' title='Exciting Reality'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-4837029295364687846</id><published>2011-10-29T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T09:01:11.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake It Like You Mean It</title><content type='html'>It's 9 in the morning, and I'm still in bed, all snugged up in my blanket. I just wish that the week is not over. I don't wanna go to school, I never wanted to. But SPM is in 15 more days, and it looks like I am forced to go to school. I can't wait to get this over with tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Deepavali is not what I expected. Wouldn't say much and wouldn't say why, it's just not what I expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually sick again. Ive never been this sick in my life. I don't know why, and I don't really adore going to the clinic. I wanna know what's wrong with me, but I just don't wanna be surprised. I'm scared for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-4837029295364687846?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/4837029295364687846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/fake-it-like-you-mean-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/4837029295364687846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/4837029295364687846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/fake-it-like-you-mean-it.html' title='Fake It Like You Mean It'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-8037551248862286228</id><published>2011-10-23T10:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T10:58:35.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Foster &amp; Friends</title><content type='html'>I can't say much, David Foster is the best concert I've ever been to. the best concert of my life, never will i attend another concert so amazing like his. Charice, Ashanti, Russell Watson (which is my ultimate uber duber crush now), Philip Railey and Michael Bolton. The best voices in the wold man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this if you have the time, this is not the concert i went to, this is another concert. But listen to the music. The lyrics. Experience what i experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oNPFbz4c3v4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-8037551248862286228?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/8037551248862286228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/david-foster-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/8037551248862286228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/8037551248862286228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/david-foster-friends.html' title='David Foster &amp; Friends'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oNPFbz4c3v4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-461590034159938006</id><published>2011-10-21T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:36:23.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did The Sun Go?</title><content type='html'>I am convinced by now that the sun has officially taken a few days (or even maybe weeks) off. It's been raining so heavily. I'm not saying that the rain is disturbing any off my activities but I don't know, the rain kind of makes my mood go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the sunny girl, or even the rain kind of girl. But the rain, it's too cold. Even if I turn off the fan it feels like Antarctica. I am that cold! I just hope I don't get sick, Deepavali is coming and it's one of the most anticipating celebration I look forward to. Since most of my friends are Indians, I can't wait to eat roti canai, tosai, chicken curry, fish curry! Yummmmm~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also SPM is just an inch away ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still freezing, blogging this with my phone. I need hot cocoa. Bye people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-461590034159938006?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/461590034159938006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-did-sun-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/461590034159938006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/461590034159938006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-did-sun-go.html' title='Where Did The Sun Go?'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-4376377094386491746</id><published>2011-10-18T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:17:36.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing In The Rain Aint Gonna Leave You Dry</title><content type='html'>It rained heavily just now. An I was at Thanuja's revising our studies. You know how SPM is near and we really have to struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanuja decided to go to the shop to buy something important to her, on the heavy rain. We decided to walk, because we don't have a car and even if we have one, non of us really knows how to drive. so we walked under the umbrella, in the pouring rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the adventurous walk and we got home, the bottom half of our body was completely wet. It was uncomfortable but it is very memorable, walking in the rain. Let's just hope I don't get a fever later on this week or the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is really no point of me to write that. I just felt like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-4376377094386491746?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/4376377094386491746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/standing-in-rain-ain-gonna-leave-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/4376377094386491746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/4376377094386491746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/standing-in-rain-ain-gonna-leave-you.html' title='Standing In The Rain Aint Gonna Leave You Dry'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-405298261778631400</id><published>2011-10-16T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:56:25.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! How's your Sunday? XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I wanna write about cleaning. Personally I love cleaning. Cleaning my room, my toilet, the whole house even. It's something my family to once a week or when we're in the mood to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely addicted to cleaning and when I clean, I must do thing my way. Yes, for all you people that doesn't know or notice yet, I have OCD. Go check the Wikipedia to see what it means because I'm not gonna tell you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion I think everyone should clean their surroundings at least once every two weeks. Directly or indirectly, cleaning could prevent awful diseases from getting to you. Not to mention rodents and insects to enter your house. Its a great human instinct to have if you love cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Personally I can't stand insects, in fact, I'm afraid of them all O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-405298261778631400?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/405298261778631400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/405298261778631400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/405298261778631400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-3141369703733140363</id><published>2011-10-15T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:52:04.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched, Truly Touched</title><content type='html'>Every Wednesday and Saturday there's this night market not far from my house. Frequently I go there just to roam around and look for some food to eat. So like any other Saturday, I went to the night market with my mother like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we bought our food and stuff, there's like two old men just sitting in the middle of the way, handicap. I always do my alms every time I visit the night market. But this time was different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gave my alms, there's this one man that caught my eye not far away from where my mom and I stood. He wore very tight white tshirt and his hair was half blonde and half black, like Cruella Da Vil. He was so striking, I think my mom and I stared at him for a while. He looked much like a bad guy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, something amazing happened. He gave the old man a generous amount of alms and my mom and I were so touched. He gave the money directly to the old man's hand, nit in the basket the old man was holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly now I believe the phrase 'dont judge a book by it's cover' still relevant and legit. That man changed my perception on him. He is, truly amazing. My Allah bless his life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-3141369703733140363?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/3141369703733140363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/touched-truly-touched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/3141369703733140363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/3141369703733140363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/touched-truly-touched.html' title='Touched, Truly Touched'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-3660743504957155843</id><published>2011-10-14T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:06:14.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Was I When The Rockets Came To Life?</title><content type='html'>I am seriously tired of blogging now. I don't think it's my thing anymore. I used to love blogging, telling my readers how's my life going and what am I thinking about and what are my opinions on certain stuff. I just don't think anyone would read it. I jus feel like someone that's been babbling throughout the years, but no ones listening. What a shame right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change. It's simple, I believe everyone can change, but some people are just born to be an asshole, please pardon my French. I think I have changed, after reading my awful diary that I wrote back in 2008/2009, I realized I was such a bitch, pardon my French again. It is really hard to read my old diary, knowing what I was doing back then was totally out of bounds. I really wish I could go back in time, and tell the young me to just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the past is still the past. That made me what I am now. Well, honestly I think Iskandar influenced me to be a better person, and he guided me to the right pathway, which I am utterly grateful about. Alhamdulillah, I have changed for the better and I pray I'd never me as bad as who I was before because I can tell, those were my darkest days. Still can't imagine how I had survived all those years though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 14th of October, which means I have exactly one more month till my SPM. God I'm scared as hell. My trials wasn't what I expected, but I can manage that. I think after looking at my chemistry results, my ambition and dreams to be a pharmacist died. Don't get me wrong, I didn't failed my chemistry. I just thought I could do better. But all of my results are what I deserve. Thanks to a whole bunch of practices, my Addmaths is finally an A, after 1 and a half years of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous of PMR students, they've finished their big exam, which I went through 2 years ago. All of them are like, free now. But I bet there's nothing even sweeter than permanently leaving my school. Memories will be attached forever but I just don't like my school. The energy there is just, Ergh. I can't believe I lived 5 years of my life in that school. It's amazing how someone cam go there, and not me a psycho person after their first day of school there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a summary of how's my life now I guess. Thank you to my loyal readers, I guess for you, I'd still write! But not frequently though, I'm about to face the biggest exam of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people xoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, tomorrow is the 15th. You know what that is XD Happy 1 year and 4 months anniversary Iskandar &lt;3 loving you forever :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-3660743504957155843?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/3660743504957155843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-was-i-when-rockets-came-to-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/3660743504957155843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/3660743504957155843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-was-i-when-rockets-came-to-life.html' title='Where Was I When The Rockets Came To Life?'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-3283895181801642199</id><published>2011-09-17T06:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T06:33:42.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>Oh my I've just downloaded blogger for iPhone! But I can't make the word coloured like I always like it so it's okay then. I guess beware, I'll be updating frequently now! :D&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wh26BMB6_GA/TnPOxI8yJpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LYz61hRBEJc/s640/blogger-image-1271569723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wh26BMB6_GA/TnPOxI8yJpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LYz61hRBEJc/s640/blogger-image-1271569723.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-3283895181801642199?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/3283895181801642199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/09/excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/3283895181801642199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/3283895181801642199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/09/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wh26BMB6_GA/TnPOxI8yJpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LYz61hRBEJc/s72-c/blogger-image-1271569723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-1002552575613161353</id><published>2011-08-21T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:57:29.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kind Of Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXFelnniOfI/TlCZLnm8puI/AAAAAAAAAgI/960MJmK8IWY/s400/tumblr_lpcxxuGiCy1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643178757985183458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooo everyone! Having a good day? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; it's a Sunday today&lt;/span&gt;. Being a boring girl i am, i am now at home, blogging (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duhh&lt;/span&gt;). I am currently having a good Sunday. I had Addmaths a Physics tuition just now, pretty fun i must say. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Trials for SPM is just a few days away, so better be well prepared right?&lt;/span&gt; Then i went to see my brother&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, i rarely see him since he's in a boarding school&lt;/span&gt;. Then my family and I walked around KL and now I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;God works in brilliant ways&lt;/span&gt;. Allah puts me in all kinds of problems and heartaches. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;He tested me with all kinds of downs. Especially when it comes to the 'love' section.&lt;/span&gt; Allah puts me into difficulties, of course, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;He is giving me signs to open my eyes&lt;/span&gt; and realize that the particular person i was with wasn't the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And then Allah introduces Iskandar to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, and it felt like a was reborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were on msn, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;like we always were since the first day we've met.&lt;/span&gt; And every time we'll video call each other, tho we see each other everyday. Very weird we are, i know. So, let me get to my story. I was talking to him about random things while he played a game or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i decided to browse some of the songs from&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Michael Learns To Rock, which was my favorite band when i was a kid&lt;/span&gt;, and also sings from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Backstreet Boys, whom i adore until now&lt;/span&gt;. I downloaded all of the songs that i recognize and started singing my heart out. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Iskandar was on the other line&lt;/span&gt;, playing his game and singing along sometimes.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He laughs at my singing sometimes ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometimes,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; how we could have something to say everyday though we see each other everyday&lt;/span&gt;. I guess that is the definition of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; soulmates&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;a conversation i had with my bestfriend, Hajar&lt;/span&gt;. What she told me was about why we all need a friend who is the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; opposite gender&lt;/span&gt;. What she said to me really made sense though : &lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kau tahu, masa&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Nabi Adam A.S&lt;/span&gt; dulu sorang sorang, dia minta kat Allah, dia nak kawan. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Allah made him a friend, who is a girl.&lt;/span&gt; So that there is proof why every girl needs a guy and why every guy needs a girl.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Fitrah manusia sejak azali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; So when you're getting married, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;you're actually being united with your best boy-friend or best girl-friend.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm actually lucky and very grateful to Allah to have found Iskandar at the tender age of 16.&lt;/span&gt; It means i don't have to waste time searching anymore, because my soul mate is Iskandar. Of course, not everyone finds love during this time of age.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I waited a long time to find my kind of perfect guy&lt;/span&gt;, and here he is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;listening to my sickening voice &lt;/span&gt;screaming my lungs out.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; He's always there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I am truly and deeply in love&lt;/span&gt;. I'm truly swept away by&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; his kindness&lt;/span&gt;, by his ability to make me smile just melts me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can't even see or imagine myself with another guy other than Iskandar.&lt;/span&gt; That's how i really feel deep down inside. It really does sounds cliche but I'm serious. He might not be the first boyfriend or whatever, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm making him the last boyfriend ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day guys,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; may the last 10 days of Ramadhan be the best!&lt;/span&gt; xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-1002552575613161353?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/1002552575613161353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-kind-of-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/1002552575613161353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/1002552575613161353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-kind-of-perfect.html' title='My Kind Of Perfect'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DXFelnniOfI/TlCZLnm8puI/AAAAAAAAAgI/960MJmK8IWY/s72-c/tumblr_lpcxxuGiCy1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-4447770845919874442</id><published>2011-08-20T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T13:35:15.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With All My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmuR2oAGhDs/Tk9FGwjdu1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/puiAbHO7mAw/s1600/P1060858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmuR2oAGhDs/Tk9FGwjdu1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/puiAbHO7mAw/s400/P1060858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642804840533703506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ALEZL26Yxk/Tk9FC3EJwsI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5wo66thippo/s1600/P1060858.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hey guys! So what's shakin? Sorry for the long long abandonment&lt;/span&gt;, I've been very busy and things like that. So I haven't had the time to blog. I've been away from my laptop for a while, but the presence of my iPhone&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; keeps me in touch with my social networks&lt;/span&gt;. Enough about that, not lets tell stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's August and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; some of you have been eager to see me post things about my birthday&lt;/span&gt;, which was on the 2nd of August. Basically I haven't done anything,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; just a small dinner with family and close friends&lt;/span&gt;, that's all. No big thing tho, it was supposed to be big but you know,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; you can only plan. Allah decides to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i need some opinion &lt;/span&gt;from you guys. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Should i or should i not deactivate my Facebook account?&lt;/span&gt; I'm sick of Facebook, i don't know why tho. So, what should i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I realize that i have only a few days till SPM Trials and the real SPM it self. I'm freaking out man, freaking out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW happy Ramadhan guys, sorry for the late wish XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-4447770845919874442?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/4447770845919874442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/08/with-all-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/4447770845919874442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/4447770845919874442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/08/with-all-my-heart.html' title='With All My Heart'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmuR2oAGhDs/Tk9FGwjdu1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/puiAbHO7mAw/s72-c/P1060858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-534106753184276696</id><published>2011-07-08T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:11:39.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes One To Break One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-nTd1NyzKo/ThcPeS1MrwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lS6oA2_nWGA/s1600/tumblr_llqklyV1W01qbjt25o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-nTd1NyzKo/ThcPeS1MrwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lS6oA2_nWGA/s400/tumblr_llqklyV1W01qbjt25o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626983272548183810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vzp2_U5Nl_8/ThcPYVTWkOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/R0Hv-d2xvbU/s1600/tumblr_llqklyV1W01qbjt25o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How could you&lt;/span&gt;? Seriously, I'm speechless. I thought you were different.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; I looked up to you&lt;/span&gt;, i adored you. But in the end, this? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Unbelievable. You ought to be ashamed of yourself&lt;/span&gt;. Peace out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-534106753184276696?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/534106753184276696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-takes-one-to-break-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/534106753184276696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/534106753184276696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-takes-one-to-break-one.html' title='It Takes One To Break One'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-nTd1NyzKo/ThcPeS1MrwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lS6oA2_nWGA/s72-c/tumblr_llqklyV1W01qbjt25o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-7629145793917966863</id><published>2011-06-18T18:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T19:36:00.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Topmen</title><content type='html'>So&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; here is a post that i have decided to make about some guys that i love/ admire&lt;/span&gt; or things like that so please beware that this is really&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; not an important post&lt;/span&gt; so, here this begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My number one guy is&lt;/span&gt; . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ED3LZz8apSc/TfyFGCNLtWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ASv7_-7gm8s/s400/daddy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619512773769409890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Obviously my daddy&lt;/span&gt;! He is really an amazing guy. I can love no one like i love my dad, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;he will always and forever be the number one man in my life &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; my second guy&lt;/span&gt;, without a doubt will be . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7wCPARJGTjk/TfyF3JOEZlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/kHdXqRtVYfU/s400/is.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619513617465763410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This extraordinary guy right here! Iskandar &lt;/span&gt;:D He is really the one and only person i will forever be in love with. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;He's my soulmate and stuff&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please read &lt;a href="http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-doubt-in-my-mind.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more info about iskandar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; third man&lt;/span&gt; in my life goes to . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p0FYilcR9xg/TfyGseZhf2I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Akdg3I-E2HI/s400/MB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619514533684019042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Michael Bublé!!!&lt;/span&gt; You don't know how much i really am in love with Michael Bublé.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; He got this amazing voice &lt;/span&gt;and erghhh i wanna go to his concert again and again and again! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Too bad he's married, I'd definitely marry him is he was single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;number four&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dIhQwU_rOQ8/TfyHkm9wcCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/NzuATuOKQus/s400/charlie.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619515498056151074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Charlie is so charlie is so charlie is so cool, likeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;/span&gt; he is the cutest guy I've ever seen in my whole entire life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;He has this video posts on youtube &lt;/span&gt;and i have fallen in love with him ever since. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Did i mention he's British? Yes~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Numero five-o&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VVQDi-M45U/TfyIT8n0EUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/FjaSIne9K5M/s400/ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619516311323545922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This hunky here is another British delight&lt;/span&gt;. Ed Westwick is so far the sexiest man alive.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; He stars in Gossip Girls, one of my favorite tv shows&lt;/span&gt; and he's a brilliant actor. I adore him to death,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; he really is, fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;number six&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Lo-jp847ko/TfyKMMSgHzI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jFnC_-VJcq8/s400/james.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619518377113427762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;James McAvoy. Need i say more&lt;/span&gt;? He is a really talented man, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;he's Scottish so he has this really sexy accent&lt;/span&gt;. He stars in my favorite movies like Penelope, Wanted, Narnia and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ultimate favorite, X-Men. I swear to God i love him&lt;/span&gt; *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Number 7&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RQYWAqo7Ta4/TfyLzoTs9jI/AAAAAAAAAd4/BcOCKbaGDfY/s400/anarbor2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619520154161182258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The men in my number one forever favorite and most beloved band, Anarbor&lt;/span&gt;. I love all of their songs because&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; i can relate to every single one of them in all four albums of theirs&lt;/span&gt;. They really are amazing! If they're coming to Malaysia &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(OH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO)&lt;/span&gt; i would not hesitate to go. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Even if the concert is during SPM, I'd fail to see Anarbor. Ya digg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess that's it? And oh, by the way for you people who are reading this.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; All of these man are mine. Seriously, they're mine&lt;/span&gt;. I am obsessed with all of them. If any of you (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you meaning i know you, you're in my school and i dont like you&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll hate you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Please be aware that they are mine. Peace out! &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-7629145793917966863?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/7629145793917966863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/06/topmen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/7629145793917966863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/7629145793917966863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/06/topmen.html' title='Topmen'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ED3LZz8apSc/TfyFGCNLtWI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ASv7_-7gm8s/s72-c/daddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-5635180401594375791</id><published>2011-06-15T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T19:37:26.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Doubt In My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWs_k9Mwrg0/Tfs33Mgd8tI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H8mRbGqbR7w/s400/Anniversary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619146381464564434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;there is no doubt in my mind that Allah SWT sent you to me for a reason&lt;/span&gt;. And i thank Allah every single day for bringing you into my life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;You changed my life, you obviously changed me into a much better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, for the times we play &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Maple and you're being really patient with me&lt;/span&gt; because i am a really stubborn girl and i don't always listen to your advice. And you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;staying up late just to see me level-up is a really great thing about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; the fact that you respect me, and you respect my family&lt;/span&gt;. You say your salam and shake hands with my mother and father, you communicate with my brothers and you treat them like they're your own brothers. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You even joke around with my family, which i appreciate a lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; the way you hang around with my friends and my friends actually loves you&lt;/span&gt;. It is really hard to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;approval from my bestest friend ever which is Hajar&lt;/span&gt;. You manage to tackle her and now, even Hajar has a sweet spot for you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You listen to Thanuja's nagging &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;you can make Sashini laugh her butt off&lt;/span&gt;. Not to mention you can talk about things with Ammera.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; You consider my bestfriends as your own bestfriends too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your amazing family&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Your mother whom i really adore&lt;/span&gt; and she is so very nice to me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Your father whom i respect&lt;/span&gt; and a funny man. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Your sisters, Kaklong and Kakngah which i adore to death &lt;/span&gt;and they are so very bubbly to me. And finally &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;your abang, Daws. A very very hilarious and creative man&lt;/span&gt; and also very nice. I could hang out with your family all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;they way you talk to me&lt;/span&gt;. When you're angry with me,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; never once you shouted at me or even tried to hit me&lt;/span&gt;. You are the most self-controlled man i've ever met and i'm so very lucky to have a person like you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Having me as a girlfriend is a really hard work, i know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the way you treat me like i'm the most special thing for you&lt;/span&gt;. You care deeply for me and you alwyas try your best to take great care for me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;believe me, you are&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;our amazing trust&lt;/span&gt;. Alhamdulillah i have found someone who i can completely trust in everything. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Our trust really is the reason why our relationship is super strong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; you fixed my used to be broken heart&lt;/span&gt;. I've broken my heart so many times, and when you came into my life, it's like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the wound has been stitched up by your hand&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;your kindness to forgive me when i did something wrong&lt;/span&gt;. We manage to talk it out and work our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;you are so dang hilarious i just cant stop smiling or laughing whenever I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;. You make me smile like, a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; the way you protect me from harm&lt;/span&gt;. You protect me from everything from stupid people to jerks.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; And i feel safe with you all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you make me become a better person&lt;/span&gt; by advising me about many stuff. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You're my wise man &lt;/span&gt;because to me, it seems like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;you know everything that i wanted to know&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;for your prayers to god to make us be together forever&lt;/span&gt;. I'm hoping that God would make our prayers come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, fifteen. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;You make me so happy. Just by writing this post, it made me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I can never love any other guy like i love you&lt;/span&gt;. You will always be my number one priority. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thank you fro everything&lt;/span&gt;. I love you so very very much and i hope this will last forever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy one yer anniversary Iskandar Abdul Rahman XD&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/4340108140327760932-5635180401594375791?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/5635180401594375791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-doubt-in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5635180401594375791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5635180401594375791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-doubt-in-my-mind.html' title='No Doubt In My Mind'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWs_k9Mwrg0/Tfs33Mgd8tI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H8mRbGqbR7w/s72-c/Anniversary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-6901692605903280272</id><published>2011-06-12T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T11:47:41.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Used To Be The Kid That No One Cared About</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ4f1us7Dm8/TfQ0CvcaJUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JosYbpv_4tw/s1600/P1060430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ4f1us7Dm8/TfQ0CvcaJUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JosYbpv_4tw/s400/P1060430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617171856937854274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hello everyone! What's up in the air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hai. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It's a Sunday today&lt;/span&gt;. You know what that means. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow is a school day&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, yes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I really don't wanna go to school too&lt;/span&gt;. But it's compulsory for every human being to attend school to&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; gain knowledge and stuff like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's June now, hello june. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Woohoo, 155 days till SPM&lt;/span&gt;. How wonderful. You know, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i really can't believe that I am already seventeen&lt;/span&gt;, well not yet. 2 more months till I'm seventeen. But really, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm taking my SPM this year. I feel like I'm growing up too fast.&lt;/span&gt; I miss being a lil kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't make any sence. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I am still a kid inside. I play around a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long unpost thing tho,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; I've been busy Mapling for the past few days&lt;/span&gt;. I am again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;addicted &lt;/span&gt;to the game. I can't believe i can't play it anymore,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; since horrible school is starting&lt;/span&gt;. I've gotta put my game face on,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; start studying and stuff like that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I like curling my hair, makes my hair less dull&lt;/span&gt;. Tho Iskandar said i look great in any hairstyle, but&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; i prefer my hair to be curled&lt;/span&gt;. I curled this myself, and this time&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; it's perfectly twirling around my face. LOL!&lt;/span&gt; Went out last night, that's why its curled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; happy school starting thing i guess.&lt;/span&gt; Hope you'll study harder, and you know, be happier and stuff. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I hope this semester is going to be great *fingers crossed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;wait for my incoming post next week.&lt;/span&gt; I'll tell you what am i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;counting down&lt;/span&gt; on my facebook statuses. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-6901692605903280272?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/6901692605903280272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-used-to-be-kid-that-no-one-cared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/6901692605903280272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/6901692605903280272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-used-to-be-kid-that-no-one-cared.html' title='I Used To Be The Kid That No One Cared About'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ4f1us7Dm8/TfQ0CvcaJUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JosYbpv_4tw/s72-c/P1060430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-5909130563934339769</id><published>2011-06-06T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T13:59:30.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqqMTm4DGXU/Texk4XCxj0I/AAAAAAAAAcA/3p6oCpYqPwQ/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614973754845269826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zzB7MIpSt1Q/Texk0YX61sI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AVlvy_kqHW8/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good morning dear readers! So how's your day going? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I hope it's fine and all is well because i have some serious business to do here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; in that picture, then red on that i have highlighted&lt;/span&gt;. I decided to open my formspring this morning, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since i haven't opened it for a really long time&lt;/span&gt;. I wasn't expecting any questions. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I am not active there so why bother anyway right&lt;/span&gt;? So i opened it, i have two questions. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;One was from formspring, and one was from an anon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anon asked me a really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt; question, which is :&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; can you give an advice about relationship? i suck at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;That got me thinking for a while, how to answer that question&lt;/span&gt;. So i decided to blog about it, relationships are not easy to explain. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It needs more understanding and more words to describe such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first of all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i am definitely not an expert about relationships&lt;/span&gt;. I, too, have shared moments with good boys and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; a few assholes along the way&lt;/span&gt;. No joke, I've been through assholes like, a lot of them so yeah. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I really do not have the privilege to talk about relationships but what the heck, I'll give t a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;basically a relationship consists of two persons&lt;/span&gt;, no matter if it is between a girl and a boy, a girl and a girl or a boy and a boy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;As long as they are the same species, i don't actually bother&lt;/span&gt;. People around the world have&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; different feelings for different persons&lt;/span&gt; so please accept them the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the question. Ermmm,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; i guess there are a few things i can share, throughout my experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, trust is a definite must for a relationship. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Without trust, the relationship is nothing. It's like life, without air&lt;/span&gt;. Wouldn't that be very suffocating? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;And without trust you'll be spending most of your days stalking him in every bits of social networking he has.&lt;/span&gt; To check on who he talks to, about what and all that stuff. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It's bad for your health. So you need trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Understanding and tolerance.&lt;/span&gt; You have to understand your significant other that&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; he, too, has a life&lt;/span&gt;. Meaning he, too,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; has friends whom he hangs out with&lt;/span&gt;. He, too, have a family and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;he, too, has other stuff to do than just laying around all day texting you&lt;/span&gt;. You are not his entire life. When he is with his friends, give him time to hang. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Don't get all cranky if the texted you late or whatever, be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If he cheats on you, leave him&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If he cheats on you 7 times and you still accept him, then you are a bloody moron&lt;/span&gt;). If you know he's cheating on you,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; why are you still laying around wanting him back? &lt;/span&gt;He only wants you back because&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; the girl he was chasing threw him away&lt;/span&gt;. You only wanted him back because&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; you're feel lonely&lt;/span&gt;. So beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Loyalty, friendship and truthness.&lt;/span&gt; Basically having a boyfriend or a girlfriend is really &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;having a bestfriend, but only you declare them as your special one&lt;/span&gt;. You have to be loyal to your other half. Try not to lie, tell the truth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't do anything stupid. Don't even dare to lie. Even once, do not lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Spend time together, and share stuff.&lt;/span&gt; You have to have your alone time,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; meaning time where you spend with each other, to get to know each other&lt;/span&gt;, to have fun with each other.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I don't have any other examples other than myself&lt;/span&gt;. Iskandar and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play games together&lt;/span&gt;, we talk a lot there and we share stuff. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;That really made us click and made our bond stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;So i guess that's it&lt;/span&gt;. I hope it helps tho, because again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I am not an expert&lt;/span&gt;. I do not study relationship, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;i just talk from my experiences&lt;/span&gt;. I hope you too, dear anon would have an amazing relationship one day. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Every one will, so wait around! See how your life ends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Before i forget, my bestfriend wrote about this moths ago&lt;/span&gt;. It's about how to deal with a breakup. I don't wanna answer that question if someone asked me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I suck at dealing with breakup.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah, &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://toolittletoonaive.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-handle-your-own-broken-heart.html"&gt;here's the link!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-5909130563934339769?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/5909130563934339769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/06/relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5909130563934339769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5909130563934339769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/06/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqqMTm4DGXU/Texk4XCxj0I/AAAAAAAAAcA/3p6oCpYqPwQ/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-6911903984230432009</id><published>2011-06-05T10:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T10:41:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrM5N8rQYgI/Terq2Da_I6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/PjEiw3V8NUI/s400/P1060147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614558099823076258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;You can already guess where i was missing in action this past few days.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not gonna tell you where but you guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;my holiday has been great. How about yours?&lt;/span&gt; I've been relaxing in my room and just hanging out with the family so it's really nice.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I've also got to go shopping, which is the best part&lt;/span&gt;. I bought lots of new things for my closet, it's nice things for a very reasonable price. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;As long as it looks expensive, i'll take it&lt;/span&gt;. Haha but in this case i have a budget. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thanks to my mother, non of my money was used that day :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;home, feels like everything is normal again&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not gonna tell you how my holiday went in details,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; i don't wanna get too public&lt;/span&gt;. But i have my downs,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; i was in a really bad fever. &lt;/span&gt;Puking up at places,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; damn those food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;. I've always been sick this past few months, god knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I watched Kung Fu Panda 2. How i loooove that movie!&lt;/span&gt; I simply love the idea of a very huge cuddle panda, rescuing the whole China. I had so much fun with my family. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Not to mention Iskandar, who's always there for me, texting me the whole way. I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh, back to Maple Story guys! Toodles xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-6911903984230432009?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/6911903984230432009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/6911903984230432009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/6911903984230432009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-time.html' title='This Time'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrM5N8rQYgI/Terq2Da_I6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/PjEiw3V8NUI/s72-c/P1060147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-5581339121690998932</id><published>2011-05-29T13:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:23:58.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Homies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5s6lfwWr9d0/TeHi1L5WwFI/AAAAAAAAAbI/xXXof3WMJRc/s400/asfd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612016014034649170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;typing my way to sillyness and plain boredness.&lt;/span&gt; It's my free time now so i have to do something right? So here i am, blogging and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;hoping that there are people out there who reads my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i found out i can change the fonts of this blog in many various fonts&lt;/span&gt;. I juts found out ._. i know I'm a bit late but what am i supposed to do? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lay around here all day hoping for something new to come along to this blog? I don't think so&lt;/span&gt;, therefore you people shall bear with me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Everyone in this world, well except for the loner people&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone has their own group, in a word, they are in a group. No leaders or the master, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;just the plain group of best friends that most of you have.&lt;/span&gt; I for one, am a normal person hence i have this so-called group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you had asked me before&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;, why stay in just one group? &lt;/span&gt;Why not have no group, but just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be friends with all&lt;/span&gt;? Why must you stick to that particular group when there are tons of other people out there that is suitable to be your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sir. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I am not that kind of a person&lt;/span&gt;. You see,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; i don't get along with people&lt;/span&gt;. It's a disease that i have dealt with since kindergarten. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The fact is, not everyone wants to be my friend&lt;/span&gt;. God i sound so sad here O_O I'm not sad though, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm just stating the facts&lt;/span&gt;. When i was still a kid, not single person wants to be friends with me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;especially girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are really complicated. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Many of them have this competitive aura and by being friends with me, means competing with me&lt;/span&gt;. Though i don't know what to compete about,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; I am really and ordinary person&lt;/span&gt;. But people seems to be characterizing me as &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;the girl you should not be friends with.&lt;/span&gt; I ain't mad, I'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion and for me,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; it's better to have just that one particular group of friends&lt;/span&gt;. Because you know they love you, they won't hurt you, and they're faithful. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Than to be friends with everyone who secretly talk about you behind your back&lt;/span&gt;. And that my dear readers, is not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm not saying that i don't have other friends, of course i do&lt;/span&gt;. I just don't basically label them as one of my good friends. Just friends.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I can be friends with everyone, the problem is not everyone can be friends with me&lt;/span&gt;. That's not a problem, it's my blessing from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm better of without everyone,&lt;/span&gt; i just need my homies, my family, my boyfriend and that's enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-5581339121690998932?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/5581339121690998932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-homies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5581339121690998932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5581339121690998932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-homies.html' title='My Homies'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5s6lfwWr9d0/TeHi1L5WwFI/AAAAAAAAAbI/xXXof3WMJRc/s72-c/asfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-5307466617430640161</id><published>2011-05-28T21:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:01:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why U Up In My Air?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTmPqFRwkQI/TeD9o0kvXGI/AAAAAAAAAao/KJObclv9tYc/s400/dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611764013452975202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;it hurts to know that someone you know, that have been your classmate for 5 years now and still doesn't have faith in you.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i know, i know &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;there's a lot of reason for you to hate me&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not saying you can't. Hate me all you want, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lets see who gives a damn.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not trying to be hasty or even bloating about my life, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;why can't you accept the fact that I am superbly happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What makes you think that I am the same person like the me back in 2008?&lt;/span&gt; What gives you the bloody idea that I am still that person?&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; That person who cheats, that person who lies,&lt;/span&gt; that person who curse every second, that person who don't even care what others feel,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; the person who was mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I left that personality ages ago&lt;/span&gt;. When i met Iskandar my life was pretty much damned up. I was, still playing around with a guy or two, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;i flirt around, i play with people's feelings.&lt;/span&gt; But when Iskandar came into my life, I changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; biologically and logically i am human. And humans change&lt;/span&gt;. People change. I am not the same person like who i was back than. I now ignore you people in my class and i don't really bother. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You people don't even care about me, so touche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You people talk all you want about how my relationship with Iskandar won't last.&lt;/span&gt; Talk all you want that I'm just playing him around and I'm not serious.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Bitches, I am serious. It'll take forever to just get that fact in your tiny little heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Why do you have to be so ... mean?&lt;/span&gt; Why talk about people? Why? I get it, you don't want me to be happy. Fine, be that way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The truth is, i won&lt;/span&gt;. I am happy.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; So suck up and shut the bloody hell up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;BURN~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-5307466617430640161?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/5307466617430640161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-u-up-in-my-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5307466617430640161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5307466617430640161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-u-up-in-my-air.html' title='Why U Up In My Air?'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTmPqFRwkQI/TeD9o0kvXGI/AAAAAAAAAao/KJObclv9tYc/s72-c/dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-3418603754591816457</id><published>2011-05-21T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T15:24:38.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpGM7TovERY/TddlQNTapvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/2HjF_F3hXaI/s400/MB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609063190036653810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Michael Bublé&lt;/span&gt;. Just by saying his name gives me&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; the tinkle on my tongue&lt;/span&gt;. So far, he is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;sexiest man alive&lt;/span&gt;. Even Ed Westwick isn't as sexy as Michael Bublé. I mean come on, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;jazz turns me on like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The way he sways in his songs, the way he says things, the way he moves&lt;/span&gt;. I fell in love with him the first time i heard his song. All his songs are now in my iPhone. No exception. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Every single song is a master piece!&lt;/span&gt; With all the jazz and blues goin on, i just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jazz or blues does not make me sleepy or stuff like that&lt;/span&gt;. Only Michael Bublé songs wakes me up in the morning. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My alarm is a Michael Bublé song.&lt;/span&gt; My ringtone is a Michael Buble song. My msg tone is a Michael Bublé song. Okay,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;my phone isn't capable of all that but when i buy a new phone, Michael Bublé will be on every single ringtone available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But my wallpaper will be Iskandar :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It is really disappointing for me to not me at Michael Bublé's concert back in March&lt;/span&gt;. I was looking forward to it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My dad and i are big fans of Michael Bublé&lt;/span&gt;. But for some unreasonable reason, we can't go. It was a really sad moment for me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But my dad promised me that we'll catch Michael Bublé in Los Angeles soon. Can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I love Michael Bublé.&lt;/span&gt; My ears are weird, it's not the type that any of you would listen to.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; So pardon me people, I'm just sayyin :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-3418603754591816457?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/3418603754591816457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/3418603754591816457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/3418603754591816457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpGM7TovERY/TddlQNTapvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/2HjF_F3hXaI/s72-c/MB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-341449884756744815</id><published>2011-05-20T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:00:31.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrumwsxZFAM/TdZI41IBskI/AAAAAAAAAX4/IYtYjtLyoFw/s400/hoho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608750527107150402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I know i shouldn't be complaining about things but i just couldn't help myself&lt;/span&gt;. I am, only human. So bear with me people. You might found out &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;you have something in common with me&lt;/span&gt; today. There is no other way i can express my hateness to these thing. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I tend to ignore things a lot nowadays. I guess that a part of being matured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I used to be this rebellious girl, always being on the opposition side&lt;/span&gt;, never agreeing with people. I always don't see eye to eye with other people. But now, i don't know, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;after going through a lot of shit, i guess everything around me sounds legit&lt;/span&gt;. So here's a few things that i hate, but i can't show it since everyone judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Couples that act all gangsta with each other&lt;/span&gt;. I hate that so much. You know, acting all cool and all '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woi wtf bodoh babi&lt;/span&gt;' with your boyfriend ain't cute at all. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Trust me when i say that it ain't cute&lt;/span&gt;. It just looks &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;disrespectful and all kinds of wrong&lt;/span&gt;. Going all gangsta with your boyfriend in public (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;facebook, twitter, in public etc&lt;/span&gt;) is disturbing. It's not any of my business really, but i seriously can't stand it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I rather have couples who go all lovey dovey in public than to act all gangsta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Generally girls who basically scream when they are talking&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know what the hell are you girls thinking. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I mean aren't girls supposed to be all sweet and nice? &lt;/span&gt;Not weak, but just graceful. Didn't God specifically asked girls to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;more gentle with people?&lt;/span&gt; It's really annoying, girls screaming with their horrible voices. I get it if you're screaming when there's a cockroach in front of you, but come on? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Girls who scream swear words? In public? That's just rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;People who walks like so damn slow in front of me and stopping in the middle of the bloody road. &lt;/span&gt;Did your father built that road for you? Did you think that things revolves around you so that when you stop, there is no one behind you? Hello, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm right behind you.&lt;/span&gt; Did you ever think if i was in an emergency, and you walk slowly in front of me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;there is literally no other way for me to go, and i die because you stopped suddenly&lt;/span&gt;? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;People who basically tell people what they're doing every single bloody minute in this god damn world.&lt;/span&gt; Seriously? Seriously? ._. Who the hell are you?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I don't wanna know if you are in the toilet, executing your faeces! &lt;/span&gt;I don't wanna know what you bought at the store and how much you spent. I don't wanna know if you are in your house eating things. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;No one wants to know. Get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Liars, backstabbers, hypocrites.&lt;/span&gt; You people have no life, you people disgust me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;you people should die in the most painful way&lt;/span&gt;. Because no one in this world should ever have these characteristics. Just, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stay the hell away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Being left out.&lt;/span&gt; God, don't you hate the feeling when you see your other friends talk about stuff that you don't know about and when you ask them what's the deal, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;non of them even bothers to tell you what the bloody hell is up&lt;/span&gt;? I hate that feeling and although we're friends,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; i just wanna rip your head off for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;When other people say 'eww dia bajet hot'&lt;/span&gt;. What the actual hell is your problem? Define 'hot' please? There ain't no such thing as hot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hot according to the oxford dictionary means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="definition"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;having  a high degree  of heat or a high temperature&lt;/span&gt;. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://oxforddictionaries.com/view/entry/m_en_gb0388170#m_en_gb0388170"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see more of the word hot means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;People who are naturally dumb and asking unreasonable questions.&lt;/span&gt; I have been through a lot of people with this condition and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; i personally think it's a sad case&lt;/span&gt;. Being the one&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; not having a proper basic knowledge&lt;/span&gt; really irritates me and i kinda feel like giving them a piece of my mind once in a while. But sadly,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; i am not a mean person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;People with broken English. &lt;/span&gt;I hate that a lot. I mean if you can't speak English, don't speak it. Even of you are blogging,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;having the wrong grammar irritates me even to read it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I can understand but it's lame to know you don't have the proper grammar to write things.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; It is pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; PeOpLe Who WrIt3 LIk3 TiS......&lt;/span&gt; I have nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I don't mean to hurt anyone. I'm just stating my opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-341449884756744815?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/341449884756744815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/341449884756744815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/341449884756744815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrumwsxZFAM/TdZI41IBskI/AAAAAAAAAX4/IYtYjtLyoFw/s72-c/hoho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-7506904285885376435</id><published>2011-05-16T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:07:50.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVYukGCYbME/TdDjGOF0ANI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LpjDSik2RLY/s400/jygyg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607231232077463762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I think I am going crazy, I'm going mad, I'm going out of my head&lt;/span&gt;. It's the examination week and i am&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; currently on my laptop, blogging. Great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today is teachers day so i wanna make&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; a shout out to my bestfriend-teacher which is non other than Teacher Kaliswary&lt;/span&gt;. I love you so much and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you promised me McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;. Hohoho :3 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pn Nurul Hafizan, i hope you'll get better soon because i miss you so much&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pn Azian&lt;/span&gt;, homaigod you are the best biology teacher ever! Well, other than Pn. Kaliswary lah kan. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pn Azizah, i finally understand Physics! &lt;/span&gt;Pn Norlizam, may you have&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; a baby girl,&lt;/span&gt; amin amin amin! And finally my dearest &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pn Rohayah Sani&lt;/span&gt;. You're a genius and you are an amazing human being. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;You're a miracle that Allah has given me and I am proud to be your student. &lt;/span&gt;I'll make all of you proud, i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay so back to my madness. &lt;/span&gt;I'm stressing out, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;studying all the time&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah its great for my future but like what Thanuja said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I really don't wanna study anymore&lt;/span&gt;. I just wanna end my study life and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; skip to the part&lt;/span&gt; where i get a highly paid job, get married and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;. But&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; that won't happen if even if i wished for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is Addmaths. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I'll probably die, but i hope i wont fail&lt;/span&gt;. I died on History, so i don't want any other &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F's &lt;/span&gt;in my record. It is the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; mid year exam, parents will come and sign things &lt;/span&gt;my next month. What a scary life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I wonder what my class teacher might say about me :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't wait till the exams are over&lt;/span&gt;. Iskandar and I are planning to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maple&lt;/span&gt; again this holidays. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We haven't been mapling for almost 6 months now.&lt;/span&gt; Which is killing me deeply inside. I miss all our silly maple stuff. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;It's cute y'know&lt;/span&gt;. Spending time with him in Maple. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The best part is, we don't have to waste our money because we don't have to text &lt;/span&gt;XD Looking forward to that. Maybe me and my friends ar&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;e hanging out together this holidays&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe KL, maybe Sunway. But somewhere that has shops and stuff. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm aching to go shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve all that,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; I must have good grades&lt;/span&gt;, or I'll probably be grounded. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;We'll see how my life goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-7506904285885376435?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/7506904285885376435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/examinations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/7506904285885376435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/7506904285885376435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/examinations.html' title='Examinations'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVYukGCYbME/TdDjGOF0ANI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LpjDSik2RLY/s72-c/jygyg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-5204791830340668972</id><published>2011-05-16T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:05:14.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shot Straight Through The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JCUZUsXdjA/TdC5cRHXYJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/dhDX-0mYV-Q/s400/hoi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607185431358038162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello dear followers! How are you all doing? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i do really sound annoying don't i?&lt;/span&gt; After all, most of you must already know&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I am not the perky type of girl&lt;/span&gt;. I sometimes like to keep things between&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; myself and my bestfriends&lt;/span&gt;. I tried to be nice but, yup you've guessed it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone expects me to fuck up at the end&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So why bother being nice to people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Have you noticed my banner? &lt;/span&gt;Yes it is a bit childish and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am not very good at editing stuff.&lt;/span&gt; I used to be good. I don't know what happened though. So please, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;don't judge the awful banner i did. I did it just for fun&lt;/span&gt;. Don't take things seriously in life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgive me &lt;/span&gt;about the awful editness thing O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I think it's cute how people can manage to keep loving each other.&lt;/span&gt; For example, my parents and my grandparent. Both of the relationship lasted&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; over 20 years/50 years&lt;/span&gt;. I hope one day i'll be able to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;keep loving someone as long as that, or even longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha just kidding, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;of course i'll be able to love someone as long as that&lt;/span&gt;. I mean come on, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm with the greatest man in the world aren't i &lt;/span&gt;XD and not to mention my bestfriends, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hajar, Thanuja and Sashini&lt;/span&gt;. God, I'll love them forever. But even forever isn't long enough. But&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; I'm sure I'll love them as long as I am living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I need to stop babbling now. Bye bye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-5204791830340668972?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/5204791830340668972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/shot-straight-through-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5204791830340668972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5204791830340668972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/shot-straight-through-heart.html' title='A Shot Straight Through The Heart'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JCUZUsXdjA/TdC5cRHXYJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/dhDX-0mYV-Q/s72-c/hoi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-1915718119647630157</id><published>2011-05-15T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:02:53.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends or Fans?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayQ1xaw9tCk/Tc9M1LOKBOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/bRDnNZzMbhk/s1600/tumblr_lhhfa1Sf3a1qzcbt8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 70px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayQ1xaw9tCk/Tc9M1LOKBOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/bRDnNZzMbhk/s400/tumblr_lhhfa1Sf3a1qzcbt8o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606784537528501474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you all know&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I am quite an active Facebooker&lt;/span&gt;. But i hate Facebook,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no one even talks to me there&lt;/span&gt; ._. So yeah. But &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm not planning to deactivate my account any sooner&lt;/span&gt;. But I have thought about it for a few times. But nahh. In case of any emergencies like if i wanted to get in touch with old friends, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;which is what facebook is all about really&lt;/span&gt;) Facebook would be pretty useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Facebook is not as complicated as Myspace&lt;/span&gt;. Facebook is not that addictive, unless if you play a game there like those farm things O_O and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;the best thing about Facebook is there is no more 'editing profile'&lt;/span&gt;. A uniform profile, which is really simple and cool. But then again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Facebook really really irritates me when there are a few people that thinks they are all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have been wanting to wrote about this a few weeks ago&lt;/span&gt;, but as i said in my previous post, it's all in my drafts. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a bout these Fan Page thing&lt;/span&gt;. I get it if you're an artist, to have a Fan Page is quite logical because they are Fans. But some of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'friends'&lt;/span&gt; on Facebook has &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;deactivated their account, or even promoting their other Fan Page account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; who am I to say right?&lt;/span&gt; It's your business. But i can't help the fact that you are really pathetic. Like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; srsly&lt;/span&gt;? I have to click the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;'like'&lt;/span&gt; button to be your friend? So&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; here's the big question&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;AM I A FRIEND OR A FAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would really like to know really. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;What is the actual point of creating a Fan Page account if you're not even famous around school? ._.&lt;/span&gt; Please, mind my words because I'm just saying shit like i always do. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;It's really non of my business&lt;/span&gt; but I'm sick of people trying to be famous and all 'hot' and shit. But really,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; it's pathetic&lt;/span&gt;. Well, that is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; MY point of view so don't cry about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But admit it. I do have a point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-1915718119647630157?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/1915718119647630157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/friends-or-fans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/1915718119647630157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/1915718119647630157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/friends-or-fans.html' title='Friends or Fans?'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayQ1xaw9tCk/Tc9M1LOKBOI/AAAAAAAAAXI/bRDnNZzMbhk/s72-c/tumblr_lhhfa1Sf3a1qzcbt8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-5152079912799626386</id><published>2011-05-02T19:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:04:20.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JtVelqLhbkE/Tc9Qs1PfDEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WidolWmqA3I/s1600/tumblr_ll7aq6a3ms1qiln3bo1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JtVelqLhbkE/Tc9Qs1PfDEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WidolWmqA3I/s400/tumblr_ll7aq6a3ms1qiln3bo1_r1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606788792236051522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uh3DYIaRP8w/Tc9KLr8u1KI/AAAAAAAAAXA/b7O87wWPAMg/s1600/tumblr_ll7aq6a3ms1qiln3bo1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't understand why I still have a blog.&lt;/span&gt; I don't update very often. Every time I wrote something, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'll guarantee you it will all be in my drafts&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have i lost the magic to wrote stuff? &lt;/span&gt;To write about what i care? Maybe so. But I can assure you that i don't really need a blog anymore. but I'm keeping it anyways. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm trying my best to post things, really I am&lt;/span&gt;. But i can't seem to make up my mind about what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; mid year is just around the corner&lt;/span&gt; and I think&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; I am not fully prepared&lt;/span&gt;. I think I might fail a few subjects. I really don't want to fail, but i can't help it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm only human aren't i?&lt;/span&gt; But I'm really studying my ass off. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't want to disappoint my parents, who does? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm being the nicest girl ever nowadays&lt;/span&gt;. helping my mother doing this and that. I've been such a good girl. I want a reward. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna go out&lt;/span&gt;, somewhere, go into stores, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;purchasing great stuff with low prices. Lol in my dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-5152079912799626386?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/5152079912799626386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-cant-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5152079912799626386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/5152079912799626386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-cant-understand.html' title='I Can&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JtVelqLhbkE/Tc9Qs1PfDEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WidolWmqA3I/s72-c/tumblr_ll7aq6a3ms1qiln3bo1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-6898069447485803771</id><published>2011-04-15T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:45:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Part of My Life</title><content type='html'>Hey there guys :) I just got back home from McDonalds. Well not really i was at home for 2 hours now but i decided to blog about this. I just celebrated my 10 months anniversary with non other than Iskandar, but this time we celebrated it with my best friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajar, Thanuja, Sashini and Ammera was there. Well, you know which is which so i dont have to make a caption to all of the pictures right? So here's a bit of the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqL-f7ADViw/Tagu1kX7qUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kE5aLC-Pi8Y/s1600/P1050441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqL-f7ADViw/Tagu1kX7qUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kE5aLC-Pi8Y/s320/P1050441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595774034839841090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PfpAgH8oVY/Tagu1wKmL0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/_8afiM2SSKQ/s1600/P1050490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PfpAgH8oVY/Tagu1wKmL0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/_8afiM2SSKQ/s320/P1050490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595774038005133122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFeRWmD5VqU/Tagu2Khzz3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KheCP-H3LfE/s1600/P1050500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFeRWmD5VqU/Tagu2Khzz3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/KheCP-H3LfE/s320/P1050500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595774045081816946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEcdOLgZmnY/Tagu2JJMzBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iZ2Wna73YCU/s1600/P1050545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEcdOLgZmnY/Tagu2JJMzBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iZ2Wna73YCU/s320/P1050545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595774044710161426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NwpulNx5G0Q/Tagu2cRgxzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/KP-lQsbve3k/s1600/P1050525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NwpulNx5G0Q/Tagu2cRgxzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/KP-lQsbve3k/s320/P1050525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595774049845298994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-6898069447485803771?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/6898069447485803771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-part-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/6898069447485803771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/6898069447485803771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-part-of-my-life.html' title='The Best Part of My Life'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqL-f7ADViw/Tagu1kX7qUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kE5aLC-Pi8Y/s72-c/P1050441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340108140327760932.post-1263644781420268566</id><published>2011-04-14T13:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T14:10:41.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newest Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HH8rI63F3Bg/TaaOq5uHDNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Pc8M-WMrwKU/s1600/P1040629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HH8rI63F3Bg/TaaOq5uHDNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Pc8M-WMrwKU/s320/P1040629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595316454754290898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JL_RiAGTufU/TaaKLdHJpMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/GZtUrd_iXbM/s1600/P1040629.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By now, by this post, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;you probably have noticed that this is my 'first' post&lt;/span&gt;. Yes i have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;deleted&lt;/span&gt; my old posts. After a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; shocking event last night&lt;/span&gt; that i have experienced, i read all of my old posts. God,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; i sound so stupid and naive. I even sound pretentious at some point&lt;/span&gt;. It made me realize i was dumb, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; how much i have changed till now&lt;/span&gt;. So i decided to delete all of my old posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, wanted to start this whole new posts, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;starting with my boyfriend Iskandar :)&lt;/span&gt; i love him so much. By now most of you must have known, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm going to marry this dude here&lt;/span&gt;! I really wanna marry him and his whole family,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; who's just lovely and very kind&lt;/span&gt;. Any girl would have been lucky to have Iskandar, but&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm the luckiest since I'm the one he chose :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I love all of my bestfriends, Hajar, Thanuja, Sashini and Ammera. They are still my priority. I love them till i wont be able to breathe anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; i want to start things off by telling a bit of my experience&lt;/span&gt;. For this past month, I've been struggling with a lot of things. Juggling all of my responsibilities. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm in the school's debate team, and I'm also in the school's kiosk team&lt;/span&gt;. Both of the competitions are at the same day, so i manage to go on both. It's a long story so yeah O_O &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I won the best debater&lt;/span&gt;, hooray for me XD and also won third place for the kiosk kerjaya event. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm happy i can juggle both of the things :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple and quite short,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; I am happy with my life&lt;/span&gt; and I'm glad everything is over. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But now I'm in a terrible crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4340108140327760932-1263644781420268566?l=irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/feeds/1263644781420268566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/04/newest-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/1263644781420268566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4340108140327760932/posts/default/1263644781420268566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irockdontyougetit.blogspot.com/2011/04/newest-edition.html' title='The Newest Edition'/><author><name>Azalea Z</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LKHdc1vtiCQ/TPsGu2gqvtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8GISw1pSM5A/S220/P1030019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HH8rI63F3Bg/TaaOq5uHDNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Pc8M-WMrwKU/s72-c/P1040629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
