<?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-3530993216378797477</id><updated>2012-02-02T06:31:27.762+08:00</updated><category term='taekwondo'/><category term='tokio hotel exam life school'/><category term='my little bet'/><category term='sad numb mom'/><category term='tokio hotel bill tom kaulitz interview'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>chatterbox chick</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-5306562891345126182</id><published>2011-09-25T16:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T16:29:07.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour! Comment allez vous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So here I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've rather missed blogging. I write in a journal now. But not that often &amp;amp; sometimes I feel silly because you wonder "What would this look like when I look back on this?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But you know what? I have just looked back on my old blog posts and I realize how amazing and lucky I was to be able to express my feelings and thoughts of those moments in my life. Seriously, it brought tears to my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been feeling sort of down lately. And I've been beating the feeling back but it's a hard battle within myself. But looking back on these posts and some of my chatbox comments, I realize how lucky I've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've realized that there are/were people who care and I've recalled the happy times. But all this nostalgia is a little bit scary because it's putting me back in a vulnerable place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, how much time has past! There was that one post about being honoured to have Chef Jochern as my Head of School &amp;amp; now HE IS! So yes I've started college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And then there was that post about going back to Sabah to do my license which never happened btw. And the posts while I was in Sabah which seem so long ago even though it was only less than half a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This place really is for posterity. I hope I can keep adding to it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Azureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-5306562891345126182?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5306562891345126182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=5306562891345126182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5306562891345126182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5306562891345126182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/09/bonjour-comment-allez-vous.html' title='Bonjour! Comment allez vous?'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2861841119812262434</id><published>2011-02-13T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:53:18.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I usually won't do this but..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;OMG. I IZ SO BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;i have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well, I could clean my study table?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I could continue to read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I Capture the Castle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;I could go jogging? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Pffft..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;Come on la. Let's go do something instead of rotting in front of this computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let's see how much I can accomplish today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2861841119812262434?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2861841119812262434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2861841119812262434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2861841119812262434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2861841119812262434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-usually-wont-do-this-but.html' title='I usually won&apos;t do this but..'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-6123299438751211729</id><published>2011-02-09T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T01:19:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide yo' kids cuz she iz back :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;What an awesome title no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I got back on Sunday and yes I'm only blogging now because...I want to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, there is too much to tell so if you want to know EVERYTHING and not be able to get a word in edgeways then I suggest meeting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;However, I'm planning on making a Vlog so if I ever do make and post one, you can just watch my awesome-ness there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes, I'm rather refreshed from my holiday and I'm just as full of myself as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not really, I feel like I look like crap which I probably do but honestly? Who has time to care? I have much better things to do than worry what other people think I look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;But what helps me get through the day is this mantra I like to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I don't just say it to myself, I say it everywhere and to almost everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;If you can guess what it is. Kudos. You know me pretty well. No you do not get a prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;If not, meh, whatever. You haven't been exposed to my brilliance enough. AHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;One of my closest friends Em, unwittingly thought me to have a mantra during one low point in my life and subconsciously I must of retained it. And here we are today. A more awesome me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seriously, I don't think I'm that great but I don't want to beat myself up over every little mistake I do or flaw I have. So get over yourself. I did. Almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Gute Nacht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-6123299438751211729?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6123299438751211729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=6123299438751211729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6123299438751211729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6123299438751211729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/02/hide-yo-kids-cuz-she-iz-back.html' title='Hide yo&apos; kids cuz she iz back :)'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-6355989054181726226</id><published>2011-01-26T08:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:20:03.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;There's not a lot of things I can't say right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel a bit unsafe. But not for reasons that are physically threatening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've been listening to Maher Zain a lot recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Honestly, his music makes me feel calm and relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's such a nice change compared to the "Oh my boyfriend left me, Oh I got together with a guy, Oh I think he's perfect, Oh you don't know what you're missing" that's so prevalent in music recently. And yes I'm talking about that singer. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, it's not just her but you know, those songs about getting the guy, losing the guy, 'everlasting' love, ended love..blablabla. Why not listen to something that is...I don't know how to explain it. It's too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm not saying that I'm not into pop culture. I like dance music and music that makes you happy but I will never understand people who purposely listen to sad songs about love all the time. Lain lah if you're listening about struggling through obstacles and overcoming them or something like that. But if it's about some stupid dude leaving you or something like "Cintamu *insert word here*", then screw that man. I have better things to do than be sad and melancholic over THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, I don't know why I'm rambling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh yea, it's my blog. I can write on here and not give a monkey's arse whether someone laughs at me or not. Because when I try to talk to some people about these kinds of things most of the time they laugh. And it's not even because they think it's a silly idea. It's because they're too dim to get it. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh that reminds me of something my mum told me about recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; her :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-6355989054181726226?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6355989054181726226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=6355989054181726226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6355989054181726226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6355989054181726226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-not-lot-of-things-i-can-say.html' title=''/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3906855226684180374</id><published>2011-01-24T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T07:19:07.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT MINE! Whoopee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're not meant to be bub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;And I am finally assured, I made the most perfect decision ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAH! *in your face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3906855226684180374?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3906855226684180374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3906855226684180374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3906855226684180374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3906855226684180374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-mine-whoopee.html' title='NOT MINE! Whoopee!'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2765230511541731147</id><published>2011-01-23T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T10:10:21.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenduri and a whole lotta laughs :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yesterday, out of the blue, my aunt decides to throw a kenduri for my arwah atuk on my mum's side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;There wasn't a lot of activity since like my mom, my aunt is a one woman army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;All I had to do was carry the folded and unfolded clothes into the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway moving on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;After the men finished reading Yassin, they were ready to eat. But basically, someone forgot to cook rice. By the time the rice was cooked everyone was pretty hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Before that the men busied themselves talking and the women did the same. Along with admiring the babies! OMG, i loooove my nephews. They're amazingly adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ayrique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;is very hyper but he is still nice. Tapi kedekut juga budak tu. What to do right? He's an only child and hasn't learnt to share yet. Haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Shafiee/Syafie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; (I'm not sure how to spell his name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ADORABLE&lt;/span&gt;. Big eyes and a cheekiness around women ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And he's soo sweet. He just gives all the toys back to Ayrique whenever Ayrique starts getting bossy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Moving on to the food that my aunty made in the shortest amount of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;UH-MAY-ZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;. love love love love love. My favourite was the curried pineapples. Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;After eating, we all sat around for the conversation that must follow good food. My aunt was trying to 'spread' the air conditioning around the room by windmilling her arms. Silly lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Later on, my aunties kept asking me to call up mum to make her jealous (they're such kids XD) so I went to get my phone but it couldn't work for 3G but my cousin Nadia leant me hers and it was so nice to see mum's face properly and being able to move around. I dunno, 3G just feels more natural compared to Skype.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Basically my aunt grabbed the phone and went around introducing everyone who was present but with superstar names. We had Angelina Jolie (my grandma), Brad Pitt, Tom Kurus, Jackie Chan and etc. It was a whole load of laughs and it was nice to sort of have mum there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ayrique's face when he saw mum on 3G was hilarious. He was confused and not sure how to react. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even after almost everyone left we didn't really end because Nadrah ordered pizza and Zani was around so we were basically talking and we showed him Big Bang Theory. Slept around 12 since I was so tired and the guys were watching football and here I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's hard to describe everything and make it a short post. I think I'll just make a Vlog next time to make it easier if it's a really long and amazing day. I miss making Vlogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ciao bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2765230511541731147?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2765230511541731147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2765230511541731147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2765230511541731147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2765230511541731147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/kenduri-and-whole-lotta-laughs-d.html' title='Kenduri and a whole lotta laughs :D'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-5046478470988476013</id><published>2011-01-22T15:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T15:40:48.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my cousin (Don't be jealous)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TTqI67XznII/AAAAAAAAAL0/pIUyDrZ03aw/s1600/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B18.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TTqI67XznII/AAAAAAAAAL0/pIUyDrZ03aw/s320/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B18.06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564910835521002626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;After school for her and the end of a day for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TTqI6avx3UI/AAAAAAAAALk/IF0rvUJylq8/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B18.07%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TTqI6avx3UI/AAAAAAAAALk/IF0rvUJylq8/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B18.07%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564910826763181378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Don't be hating that we be so fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TTqI6YHDgGI/AAAAAAAAALc/db8WI9yQI3U/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B18.07%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TTqI6YHDgGI/AAAAAAAAALc/db8WI9yQI3U/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B18.07%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564910826055499874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Smiling always helps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-5046478470988476013?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5046478470988476013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=5046478470988476013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5046478470988476013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5046478470988476013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-and-my-cousin-dont-be-jealous.html' title='Me and my cousin (Don&apos;t be jealous)'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TTqI67XznII/AAAAAAAAAL0/pIUyDrZ03aw/s72-c/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B18.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-6463689620679962513</id><published>2011-01-22T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:26:01.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my little bet'/><title type='text'>Married in 10 years?! *horrified*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Last night while we were eating my cousin-in-law kept making fun of me and asking when I was gonna get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;*side-note*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;I notice that my male cousin-in-laws (I don't have any female actually) love to make fun of me in any way. One gives me the nickname hippo -_-' and one likes to ask me when I'm getting married. Both are actually really nice guys. They just tease me. ALOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Their wives/my cousins say that it's because they like me so I just bertahan saja la kan? What to do? I'm so like-able. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Moving on, I was getting a bit annoyed so I told him that he'd have to wait another 10 years maybe till I get married. So it's sort of like a bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm putting this information here so that hopefully one day in the future I can look back on this and go "OH that is so silly of me".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh and I do hope it's not really at 27 or 28.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I meant the 10 years part more as a metaphor. As in, I ain't getting married anytime soon buddy. My excuse? To be awesome first without a man. The man shall just add to my already infinite awesome-ness XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Before I can be comfortable with anyone, I have to be comfortable with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-6463689620679962513?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6463689620679962513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=6463689620679962513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6463689620679962513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6463689620679962513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/married-in-10-years-horrified.html' title='Married in 10 years?! *horrified*'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2957373507570091758</id><published>2011-01-22T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T09:15:28.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Día Nueve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So hey y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm still here and honestly, it's a bit of a struggle. More with myself than anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Unless I have something to do and even the days when I'm out and about, I miss home. I miss my family. Okay, yes I'm staying with family but in this context they're relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;In my opinion (if you're close with your family especially), no matter how much you get on with your relatives, there is nothing like being at home with your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;But anyway, yesterday was a pretty good day even though it started a bit late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;As my dad once said, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;aku macam menganggur saja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. No one was home except my aunty and while she was sleeping I was listlessly walking around the apartment, reading my book, going online, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;My cousin did invite me out but my stupid phone has been having problems and messages don't appear properly. To me, my day started at 2 because that's the time I finally bathed. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;But in actuality I guess it started at 4 when my cousin finally came and picked me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;We planned to go swimming but my cousin didn't have a swimsuit so we went to 1Borneo to get one. Got it and then went to eat because I didn't really eat lunch and we're always ready for food ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So then we drove to the Sport Complex and after a bit of this and that finally managed to park inside. My cousin was scared that people were gonna recognize her and stuff.. Dither dather. Haha. Anyway, when she finally jumped into the pool I couldn't really follow because it was cold as flipping fish. Seriously, I put a foot into the water and I instantly shivered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So while I was bracing myself to jump in suddenly this guy with a freaking thick Russian accent who was training some kids in the adjacent pool came up to her and said "Excuse me, no swimming. No one can swim in here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Obviously being the scaredy-cat I was horrified and a bit embarassed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;My cousin's reply was "But I can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Here's the deal, the pool closes to the public at 7pm and we arrived there at 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now just to jump ahead, we got to swim and the reason is that 1. My cousin's former coach invited us to swim at that time and 2. To summarize, my cousin can swim at anytime she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I don't want to go more than that so voila, we got to swim and the pool was 8 feet deep yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I managed to do a lap or too with her laughing at me for my non-existent backstroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;There were lots of kids training at that time but we had a small section for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So anyway, after that we changed and went to pick up my cousin's husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was already rather tired but we went out to eat dinner at City and it was sushi! Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I tried out a bunch of new things I would have never tried so in it's own way it was a nice new experience eating with them. Then I was sent home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Honestly, my cousin is really awesome. She and her hubby escorted me upstairs to my aunt's apartment. I get freaked out having to go upstairs at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So anyway, I had a lovely day and I thank my cousin Nadia for turning what I thought to be a boring day, interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The female cousins I've been hanging out with have been amazing and really made sure that I enjoy myself and I love them for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay long post done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2957373507570091758?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2957373507570091758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2957373507570091758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2957373507570091758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2957373507570091758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/dia-nueve.html' title='Día Nueve.'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-404886689785232662</id><published>2011-01-18T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:18:30.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm here doing well. So far so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I do get those feelings of missing home incredibly a few times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I miss being able to hug Hazeem anytime I want and I miss hearing his voice telling me stories about Flapjack and Chowder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I'm enjoying myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Life's all about experiences but we can't just sit on our asses waiting for something to happen. We have to put ourselves out there and hope for the best. Which is what I did and it's interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes I get a bit scared but I think of it as a chance to conquer some fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;To anyone and everyone who speaks ill of me : &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vai a vite da soli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Going to go officially register soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Auf Wiedersehen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-404886689785232662?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/404886689785232662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=404886689785232662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/404886689785232662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/404886689785232662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-hey-im-here-doing-well.html' title=''/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2691986650402918988</id><published>2011-01-16T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:35:40.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola amiga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So this is my 2nd day here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm too lazy to blog properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;So here's my itinerary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Arrived at 4.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Went to my aunt's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Hung around watching the salon at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Went out to eat dim sum at Fook Yuen (Fook Yun, Fook YuEn, Fuck You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Had a laughing festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Skyped with the family back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Stayed up till 1.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Woke up at 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Now i'm going for breakfast. Bye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2691986650402918988?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2691986650402918988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2691986650402918988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2691986650402918988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2691986650402918988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/hola-amiga.html' title='Hola amiga!'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-258035774987482700</id><published>2011-01-11T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:52:44.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had another post that I wrote but I decided against posting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I guess I'm not that successful at not censoring myself. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, I'm sitting at home right now and I am rather hungry. If my mum says she's eating out with the boys then I'll have to go cook. Which I don't mind. But somehow the thought of cooking is making me depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;If you had the thought that I'm spoilt, I don't know how to cook or whatever then you better just stop thinking then. I know how to cook and I enjoy cooking. It's just for reasons I prefer not to mention, cooking is so very depressing to me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know I sound snarky. I just want to bring up the fact that whenever someone reads a blog, they usually think that what is written is the whole story and from there, they make assumptions. Well they, you, me, everyone shouldn't. It's wrong and stupid. You never know the full story. Even when someone tells you something, unless you were there and know the history and background, you will never know the full story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, my head is really full of thoughts nowadays and I think the real reason I started blogging again is because this is just another way to get rid of some things I would not say out loud. I don't really know who to talk to here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;That's why I need a change of perspective and I can't wait for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am nervous and a bit anxious but I guess that's perfectly normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;May I be able to face any challenges with a level head and may I come out a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-258035774987482700?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/258035774987482700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=258035774987482700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/258035774987482700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/258035774987482700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7322455107108812852</id><published>2011-01-10T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T01:41:41.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change of Perspective.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm blogging quite a bit now. But I miss 'writing'. It's quite freeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So, life is a bitch. But you can't tame it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;What brought that on right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, I don't want to go into detail but my mind is in turmoil right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I may not be doing much physically but mentally I can't seem to rest unless I force myself to do so. So honestly, I don't complain about boredom too much because I'm never actually bored. If I'm not doing something I'm thinking about something and it sort of consumes me until I shake myself out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm stuck in limbo and I know some people out there are probably happy to hear that. I know this is paranoid but sometimes I feel like there are people who actually wish me the worst or bad luck and that's the reason why sometimes things seem to go wrong in the most peculiar way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel alone. But not in the same way I did 5 years ago. It's hard to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I sound emo don't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ugh, I hate that word. People used to call me that. And it just sounds so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I honestly think that it is a very annoying kind short form for emotional. Like 2 more syllables is so hard to say? Human kind is becoming more and more lazy. Not physically but mentally. What happened to the balance? Anyway, the only physical aspect someone would work on is only for themselves and rarely anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pfft, I sound insightful. Full of bullshit as some people say XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm actually trying to stay up for the&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt; Real Madrid v. Villarreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; match. Why are all the football matches I want to watch held when I should be asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Goodnight then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;In love with Latin (actual Latin, not Spanish) recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aequam memento rebus in arduis servare mentem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7322455107108812852?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7322455107108812852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7322455107108812852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7322455107108812852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7322455107108812852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/change-of-perspective.html' title='A Change of Perspective.'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-6315983177853311201</id><published>2011-01-09T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:48:59.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Insane Laugh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mwahahahahahahahahhahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;I figured out my quizilla account password.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;I hadn't logged in to it for ages. Since I was Form 2 to be exact and I was so worried that my 'great works' would be lost forever to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Actually I only posted a couple 'chapters' of a fan fic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;When I was somewhat active on that site I only had like 40 readers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;So I was curious and decided to check up on those stories and my last 'great work' had almost 900 readers. Well views. Whatever. The title itself must've been alluring enough XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;So I decided to get back on. Though I doubt I'll post fan fic again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;There is a certain thrill when I am able to write a story and people like it. Or at least have a look at it. No matter how lame they look to anyone else, I'm quite proud of my so-called work. I was still 13 when I wrote it and looking at it now I can't believe how the story seems to sort of portray my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;There is a certain power in the written (or typed) word and it's rather intoxicating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;2 things have already happened from my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i met my favourite band and i'm 18 this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;booyah. in your face suckah XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-6315983177853311201?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6315983177853311201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=6315983177853311201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6315983177853311201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6315983177853311201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/insane-laugh.html' title='*Insane Laugh*'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7760606923446187887</id><published>2011-01-08T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:10:53.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So today I went to The Star Education Fair in KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was my first time going to any sort of education and it was quite enlightening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think I figured out a lot from my time there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;My dad hit it right on the nose to the first booth we went. I left it feeling excited about my prospects. Others just left me mostly high and dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's really amazing when you find someone passionate about a career they've had for ages. Honestly, I'd be honoured to have someone like Jochen Kern be my lecturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, the rest of the fair was so and so. Towards the end I basically asked the same questions more than 5 times and I had to write my particulars in equal numbers. I think I could've filled out those forms with my eyes closed if I wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;None of them really know to stoke the passion of a teenager. Or is it because I had already found my passion ages ago and because of my over thinking, it just made me confused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, the Education Fair was a success I think. Even though it felt repetitive after a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well..that's all that happened today. I'm boring I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Other than that, I got my hair trimmed. Still trying to grow it out but I had split ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, one last thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I notice that I censor a lot of my feelings here. It's like I care what people think of what I feel. I shouldn't. Some things are meant to be kept personal but now, unless there will be actual repercussions or repercussions that I actually care about, I shall write what happens and what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Because I'm human and this is my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;I write this for posterity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;I want my future self to see that her past self was more fragile, that feelings are normal and to remember that there are lessons learnt and should not be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Buona Notte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7760606923446187887?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7760606923446187887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7760606923446187887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7760606923446187887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7760606923446187887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-9104002477777363080</id><published>2011-01-08T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:54:51.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just to keep the momentum going I shall write here this &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; early morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Because I'm curious, I decided to watch True Beauty on tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;My first impression?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. Fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;2. Fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;3. Fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;4. Vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;5. Vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;6. Stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;8. I want to puke just watching the (forgive the childish-ness) yuckiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;9. Any woman attracted to the men are idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;10. Any man attracted to the women are....men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I like that last bit. Because we know it's true ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Time to sleep. Gute Nacht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-9104002477777363080?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/9104002477777363080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=9104002477777363080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/9104002477777363080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/9104002477777363080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/eye-bags.html' title='Eye Bags'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-6998171439408747472</id><published>2011-01-06T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:34:50.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence Is Truly Golden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Life is unpredictable. Yet I have this uncontrollable habit to plan and at least lay out the foundation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I miss the days when my only 'huge' decision was whether I wanted to enter Science or Commerce for upper secondary. I made that decision in Form 1 and I was so proud that could make up my mind that early and I followed through with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;5 years later, here I am. More confused than ever. At one point (this was near SPM) I regretted picking Science (Bio, Physics, Chemistry) and felt that I could've probably truly flourished in Commerce but that was because I felt like I should take up business as a degree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Now however, I don't want to do that. That is not my passion and I've always said to do what you're passionate about. So why do I find it so difficult to carry through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's easy for people to say "Always go and work in what you're passionate about"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But no. It's easy to say if you want to be a doctor, a pilot, an engineer. More or less, your job pays well. It's almost guaranteed you'll be rich or at least pretty comfortable. But what if your passion does not guarantee you'll have a money for food or a roof over your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It does boil down to money. Because if you didn't have money to feed you at least once a day I doubt you'll be happy. Sure, you can stand it for a month, 2, 3, maybe even a year. Past that time frame are you really sure you'll feel as happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My friends who know me know that I love languages, travelling and interacting with people. It truly is a passion but due to various reasons I can't exactly pursue what I want. And some of my friends know that I had a few opportunities and I couldn't carry through with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It eats me up inside thinking that I missed such amazing opportunities but c'est la vie no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;But it hurts. And it stings when I see others have the chance to pursue what I want so badly. And I hate it when I see spoilt kids with not an inkling of what they want to do, play a fool and not realise how lucky they are. I treasure every opportunity given to me and I guess that's why the disappointment is so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;As Eric Hoffer said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"Disappointment is a sort of bankruptcy - the bankruptcy of a soul that expends too much hope and expectation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's all God's will though and it's a flaw of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm learning to let it be though and as I said to my mum once I accepted this "I don't care anymore. Whatever the heck happens, happens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;God knows better and I shouldn't fight fate so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-6998171439408747472?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6998171439408747472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=6998171439408747472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6998171439408747472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6998171439408747472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/silence-is-truly-golden.html' title='Silence Is Truly Golden.'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2163678790615359280</id><published>2011-01-05T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:25:36.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ACTUALLY back :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;HEEEEEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;My usual greeting nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;So I've really ignored blogspot for ages but I really blame it on SPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;And yes people, this girl has graduated from high school :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;I am officially done with that. But I miss it. APIIT/Sapura has been the greatest thing that has happened to me and I'm a bit sad that it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'm thankful however for the opportunity I had and I'm very happy that I had the most amazing time there and met the most amazing people. They helped me change in the most positive way though I sometimes wonder whether me talking so much is a blessing or a curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Without moving to that school and meeting those people who I truly call friends, I'd never have known how to express myself and accept myself better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;You guys are special people in my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;I can hear Tara go "You're welcome" once she reads this. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Anyway, since SPM is over (grueling 3 weeks of my life) I've been doing absolutely NOTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;That might sound crazy to you but it's been heaven for me. I'm honestly happy at home being able to potter about, going online as much as I want and not having to shower till late. There I said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;I mean, I've got out a bit with friends and loads with my family but no I have not gone looking for a job and no I have not started school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;My reason is that I've always been rushed to choose what I want to do and now I'm just gonna take my time to figure it all out. I get stressed out nowadays thinking about the future. In my own way I'm a control freak. I want my life to turn out a certain way and I hate not being able to control that. It doesn't help that I want so many things and none of them seem to have a way to fit. Mad aren't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Anyway, enough bitching and moaning. Good news is that I'm going of to my hometown in Sabah to go learn to drive. I'm traveling alone so no mom or brothers. I'm gonna go live with my aunt and hopefully she won't find me a nuisance for a month or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;It's gonna be a eye-opening and independent making experience. I'm a bit worried and nervous but in my mind, if I don't go out there and do something like this I will never know what it's like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;What it's like to live away from your family whom you're so close to and basically live with 'outside' people. Okay, I'm pretty close with my relatives but I've never been in any position of having to depend on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;I know this is odd but I'm also getting ready for when I do have to completely separate myself from my family for any reason. I can survive not being around them but I don't think I could live without them completely. Does that make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Someone once told me I rambled on here but who cares? I can write anything I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Oh and I never realized I changed my background. It's pretty though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Auf Wiedersehen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2163678790615359280?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2163678790615359280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2163678790615359280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2163678790615359280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2163678790615359280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-actually-back.html' title='I am ACTUALLY back :)'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-1314231470782911995</id><published>2010-07-25T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:23:51.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you missed me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Was geht ab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things that I've been doing lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Involved in my school play, The Phantom of The Opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Got involved in my school's Swimming Gala. Got silver medals ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trying to bloody study for SPM and yet FAILING miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Trying to practice for my piano exam esp. my scales and ALSO failing miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Trying not to lose my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying the stuff in my life right now. I try to be positive and because of that the negative things come spilling out in a rush sometimes. Tara knows how negative I can be and yet she still stands by me. *sings* I'll stand by you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know why but I feel rather depressed when I blog. Maybe that's why I stopped for a bit. I will definetly get back to this properly after SPM but for now, expect this to be the last last last LAST post in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll make this long. Or try.&lt;br /&gt;Um....Oh yea, finally tried playing my brother's new XBox.&lt;br /&gt;I could get addicted. So yea, no games for me anymore till after.&lt;br /&gt;What did I play? This game called Fable. It's quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, another list is coming to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games I'm going to postpone sleep for after SPM :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sims 3&lt;br /&gt;2. Final Fantasy (12 and 13)&lt;br /&gt;3. Fable&lt;br /&gt;4. All the other games I shall find. MWAHAHA. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was a short list. Anyway what else?&lt;br /&gt;I got called back for the AFS program I applied for ages ago. I don't know if I'll actually get it. I talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that's one more thing. I kinda wish I was back to being quiet. I feel like talking is just wasting my energy and yet I can't help but do exactly that. Talk talk talk talk TALK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what happens when an introvert finally comes crawling...wait, scratch that BURSTING out of her shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of so many things I'm gonna do after SPM and yet I feel like wtf I'm gonna be stuck being useless forever. Azureen. Stop being an ass. Hit your books hardcore and STFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I get I can't make this too long. The feeling of guilt has already come and is beginning to overwhelm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin mein eigener Meister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf Zureen. Shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-1314231470782911995?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1314231470782911995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=1314231470782911995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1314231470782911995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1314231470782911995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-you-missed-me.html' title='I know you missed me'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-5172223231573938051</id><published>2010-04-01T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:25:51.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna try harder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, you wouldn't really know unless you talk to me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't I been blogging. Same reason as why I don't really practice scales or do much revision (or any). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;LAZINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm living one day to the next looking forward to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You disgust me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;butistillloveyoudeepdown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-5172223231573938051?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5172223231573938051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=5172223231573938051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5172223231573938051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5172223231573938051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-gonna-try-harder.html' title='I&apos;m gonna try harder'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-205321938941953142</id><published>2010-01-29T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:17:24.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough cough* *hug* :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sooo hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm sorry we haven't talked in ages.&lt;br /&gt;But don't take it the wrong way. I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you'd ask me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"What's been going on in your life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Not have me explain and stare off into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that's just me talking to blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a boyfriend. Yet :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Laily&lt;/span&gt; just asked me that question that day. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"When will it be our turn?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And I said &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never mind. It the wait doesn't matter if he's worth it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that.&lt;br /&gt;But one part of me thinks,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; BULLSH*T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm ill.&lt;br /&gt;I've got the flu&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; (sticky green mucus yay..pfft),&lt;/span&gt; sandpaper throat and a bit of a fever y'all.&lt;br /&gt;It iz de awesomest possumest bomb.&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I described the aqueous substance running out of my nose? Yes, I know you do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be a random run-around post with thoughts leading to no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; MY FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old and new don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't forget people easily. Names yes. People, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, celebrated Eddie and Ax's birthday today at school coz we won't be able to celebrate their ACTUAL birthday on that day coz Eddie's is during the 1st Assessments and Ax's I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;These guys are awesome people. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Love the Cina and the Bitch :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Falling Down by Space Cowboy. It's a fun dance song.&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I'm into dance music now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate sad songs but I prefer not listening to them. I get sad and why put yourself down when there is so much to bring you up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk about school like I used to about Kota Kemuning school but honestly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) I'm too mentally tired to form a post.&lt;br /&gt;b) It's a HONESTLY gotta be there to understand thing.&lt;br /&gt;c) I don't think anybody cares :'/&lt;br /&gt;d) My thoughts are getting more and more personal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad personal, more like I think if I blab about what's really going on inside my head, people won't understand and..stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Or worse, people don't actually care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy at school and I love talking to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;But there are things, I just don't want to repeat awkward-ness between friends.&lt;br /&gt;I've been more happy in Sapura for 4 months than in SMKKK for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How high I am on the outside is how low I feel on the inside :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-205321938941953142?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/205321938941953142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=205321938941953142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/205321938941953142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/205321938941953142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2010/01/cough-cough-hug.html' title='*cough cough* *hug* :)'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7127017286070576458</id><published>2010-01-22T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:01:53.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Blog :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Random things I just wanna say here because I feel bad for abandoning blogger for age and plus it's my blog and I can say stuff I want but I won't go overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm drinking an entire jug of water by myself because I feel utterly dehydrated though God knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love my religion beyond what words can describe at this time in my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. School has been uber fun and I enjoy EVERY second. Yes, even the boring parts. Coz it means I get to spend time with friends who are amazing and make me laugh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. On that note, although I laugh and feel like school is amazing, something must be wrong somewhere in me. I've been having 'amazing' headaches everyday. I act normal but see me rub my temple? Yea, 'amazing' headache is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love my friends :) I just love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lynn &amp;amp; Cat have decided to randomly say the names of all the guys just to see if I would blush. And I do. -_-. Sue me. I'm "innocent". :P&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really mind coz what else would give my blood the exercise it needs to rush to my head. PFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Tara and me have decided to help Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm very proud of the Form 5's and especially my class for being TRULY supportive of helping Haiti :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Um, I enjoy wearing tudungs :P&lt;br /&gt;I started my mengaji classes and obviously you have to wear a tudung right? But I never use the conventional tudung. I just wrap these amazingly colourful shawls we got from Sabah around my head instead and it looks awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I want to become a better Muslim can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Screw anybody who doubts me or tries and convinces me otherwise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Life is going good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I know I'm pretty much just crapping now because it's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Homework is piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I want straight A+'s plus SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I want to be able to jump up and down and scream at the top of my lungs due to happiness due to the A+'s in SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I want straight A+'s in all my exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I think I should sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I still have to work on mine and Tara's proposition for Mrs. Chee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I wanna find somebody to love. :P Though that's not important. I think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7127017286070576458?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7127017286070576458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7127017286070576458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7127017286070576458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7127017286070576458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry-blog.html' title='Sorry Blog :/'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-4073053248879309196</id><published>2009-12-17T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:36:27.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SANDWICH!!!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bought shoes for the wedding today. Love love love them :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;It took &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; to find. Actually almost bought one pair from&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; Sachs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; which I already fell in love with but the saleswoman had to be a bitch and my mum and cousin decided to take our business elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Pfft..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, offered to top up my cousin on whatever she needed for her shoes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JENG JENG JENG!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SANDWICH ALERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tall, dark hair, grey eyes. &lt;i&gt;*drool*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Had a mini freak out fest :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Talked to his sister, who is a baby.&lt;i&gt; Pffft.&lt;/i&gt; Made her cry -_-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;God help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, did not talk to him. I know I'm lame -_-' but his mom was around. What could I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't criticize me back at school. I'm hurting enough. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Made a '&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;strong'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; pinky promise with Nadrah that on the very low chance that if we ever see him again, we shall go &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;'*drool* Aren't you that guy from that commercial?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Screw being thought of as weird. As long as I can hear his voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have someone else to fantasize about now ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-4073053248879309196?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4073053248879309196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=4073053248879309196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4073053248879309196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4073053248879309196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/12/sandwich-d.html' title='SANDWICH!!!! :D'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2931435120723258103</id><published>2009-12-15T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:55:11.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 14th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy Birthday to some very special people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;DAD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What can I say. You're my dad and you'll always be in my heart :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt; my cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You know you're gorgeous and you're being made into an honest women in a few days time ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And last but not least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to my dear &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chiqa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Thanks very much for caring about me even though you've only known me for a few months. I really can't explain how much  you've become an awesome friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, don't get me anything from Singapore. I'd feel bad :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you bitch :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2931435120723258103?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2931435120723258103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2931435120723258103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2931435120723258103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2931435120723258103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-14th.html' title='December 14th'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-6585977824726214582</id><published>2009-12-13T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:51:54.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I actually have nothing to say at this moment in unsuspended time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I should say something on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to be able to write alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can still do that but I kinda feel embarassed suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, why the heck am I writing these things? People don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I alway ramble and get excited over things that other people take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I make something insignificant seem like such big news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will be off soon. I'm soo happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Relaxation and fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need it. I'm so stressed just at the &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of studying &amp;amp; SPM that it has rendered my brain paralyzed.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that my house seems like a total disaster area due to packing and actually having 5 people in the house for more than 2 weeks already (-_-')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to put it in that Sabahan way :&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; 'Samak kepala aku'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make a list.&lt;br /&gt;It helps to make a list. Either mentally or just writing stuff down.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I don't know what to do and like I have too much stuff going on I'll do that. However being mentally paralyzed &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(plus having to organize the trip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I can't seem to do even that. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Help..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this trip will relax and refresh me. I need to get out of the house and forget about everything and just really enjoy myself. Haven't really been doing that these hols.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like there are so many activites and events that I feel like I haven't even enjoyed the holiday properly. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Scheisse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; holiday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; vacation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vacation&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/3530993216378797477-6585977824726214582?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6585977824726214582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=6585977824726214582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6585977824726214582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6585977824726214582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-yall.html' title='Hey Y&apos;all'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3469460001998185304</id><published>2009-12-12T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:40:51.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Achtung Achtung!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yaz&lt;/span&gt; for making my mind up for me to go out with you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chiqa&lt;/span&gt; for getting me Cat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the way you guys suprised me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cannot believe you stood in a stinky toilet for more than 2 minutes just for me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*huggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs for everyone. Except the guys. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the cat's name is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shella Twix Cat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh. I know iz weird. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazeem wanted Shella, I wanted Twix but I always call it Cat. So yea. It has a first, middle AND last name :)&lt;br /&gt;We are weird siblings. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;coz of the above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;coz it seems like a girl name but we always mention it as a he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LAUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But I still love Cat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, not you Catherine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;I love and my baby bro loves it.&lt;br /&gt;He hugs it to sleep every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for it being &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&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/3530993216378797477-3469460001998185304?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3469460001998185304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3469460001998185304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3469460001998185304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3469460001998185304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/12/achtung-achtung.html' title='Achtung Achtung!'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-6294470661969143509</id><published>2009-12-12T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:12:11.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile When You Don't Want To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I can't wait to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; ocean breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; food&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my relatives&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngeeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh I wish it were more than 5 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-6294470661969143509?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6294470661969143509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=6294470661969143509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6294470661969143509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6294470661969143509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile-when-you-dont-want-to.html' title='Smile When You Don&apos;t Want To'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3350274379783391019</id><published>2009-12-04T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:31:20.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3350274379783391019?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3350274379783391019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3350274379783391019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3350274379783391019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3350274379783391019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/12/aye.html' title='Aye'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3971002399979586765</id><published>2009-12-02T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:29:22.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Mum :')</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love my mum the whole wide world and water park! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Shafique's version of how much he loves my mum when he was a kiddie.&lt;br /&gt;Hazeem's is a very quick "I love you full." HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine would change everytime asked.&lt;br /&gt;One day it'll be 'a million.'&lt;br /&gt;The next 'the whole universe!'&lt;br /&gt;Another time I'd start listing everything I love and times that with a thousand million billion gazillion bazillion :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. I love my Momma.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to say I'm a huge Mummy's girl.&lt;br /&gt;And, it's hard to be separated from her :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if she were going on holiday and I knew she was having a fabulous time I'd be so excited for her.&lt;br /&gt;If you knew my mum though, she'd not want to be on a holiday alone. She'd want all her kids with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's not on holiday, she had surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to help her but I miss her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to spend time alone with her at the hospital today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom more than anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Because, you ARE my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3971002399979586765?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3971002399979586765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3971002399979586765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3971002399979586765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3971002399979586765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-mum.html' title='I love you Mum :&apos;)'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7085866178697404557</id><published>2009-11-28T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:27:31.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je'Taime Yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Could you say that to a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Would he laugh or would he find you weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll save myself for a guy who can&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; smile/laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Je'taime yo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If he exists. Which I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Je'taime &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;means I love you in French :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I always think that it's just something small and seemingly insignificant that will make you realise that the person is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'the one'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not a big proposal on top of the Eiffel Tower but small things that happen daily.&lt;br /&gt;Like saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Let's stay in instead and have a movie marathon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about anyway?&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to just say I'm kinda nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I blabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7085866178697404557?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7085866178697404557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7085866178697404557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7085866178697404557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7085866178697404557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/jetaime-yo.html' title='Je&apos;Taime Yo!'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-4422306898254147741</id><published>2009-11-25T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:25:27.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take That!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No, not the boy band my dad loves so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I updated my links list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So TAKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no hard feelings yea?&lt;br /&gt;Something was wrong with the apps thingy and I just figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;It's not cause I didn't want to add you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that you weren't special enough! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt me :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-4422306898254147741?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4422306898254147741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=4422306898254147741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4422306898254147741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4422306898254147741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-that.html' title='Take That!'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-6000555247573900415</id><published>2009-11-25T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:59:07.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for being emo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No offence to all 'emo's' out there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like that. I have several days of high or a REALLY high day and then I'll have a low point.&lt;br /&gt;Like the graphs we learn =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like a sugar rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel like being hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When are we going out Apiitian's?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not charged my phone. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, at least I'm not losing it anymore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cepat laaah. I need a day out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tara &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lynn &lt;/span&gt;we MUST do some of those practical jokes we discussed!&lt;br /&gt;I need to see some of those annoying faces again XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding, you guys know&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; and and and . . . . I'm blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haziqah&lt;/span&gt; I still owe you my Pixie Lott CD.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt; to your mum for letting you stay in APIIT/Sapura :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pssst.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Come closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cloooser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your butt smells like roses ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-6000555247573900415?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6000555247573900415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=6000555247573900415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6000555247573900415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6000555247573900415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-for-being-emo.html' title='Sorry for being emo!'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-231927757438709586</id><published>2009-11-23T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:59:22.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Remember the show &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Timon &amp;amp; Pumba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Remember their theme song?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hakuna Matata,&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hakuna Matata,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no passing craze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means no worries,&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of your days,&lt;br /&gt;It's our problem-free,&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna Matata!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered it when me &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Shafique&lt;/span&gt; were reminiscing about our childhood cartoon favs :)&lt;br /&gt;Promised to show &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hazeem&lt;/span&gt; 'The Lion King'. Imagine! He's never seen that Disney classic.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, someone told me I should write my philosophies and musings etc.&lt;br /&gt;Always thought it weird but maybe by doing that I'll be able to feel like I'm not such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must know, sometimes I feel like such a schizo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Musing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is anyone as schizophrenic as me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part of me says &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who cares? No one's opinion matters except my own."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is always afraid about what people think of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring when these 2 things/thoughts clash in my mind. Often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So does anyone else feel that way or is my suspicion correct and I'm actually insane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(in a bad way)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-231927757438709586?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/231927757438709586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=231927757438709586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/231927757438709586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/231927757438709586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/philosophy.html' title='Philosophy'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-783135726749454709</id><published>2009-11-18T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:01:49.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Patrick :P slash Mutant Zombie Mannequin Robots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Patrick is a female dog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Patrick? The one from SpongeBob of course! Patrick Star!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to school and when I entered the class I saw everyone sitting at the back watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jennifer's Body&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tara's&lt;/span&gt; laptop.&lt;br /&gt;How did I know it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jennifer's Body&lt;/span&gt; without watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm super psycho!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oops.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I mean &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;psychic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. She told me she'd bring it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, watched &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jennifer's Body&lt;/span&gt; intently for.. well as long as the movie was playing. Only took a pee break cause.. well.. I needed to pee. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty good movie. Not actually scary but gory-ish.&lt;br /&gt;Not as gory as District 9 though.&lt;br /&gt;There were 1 or 2 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;almost-porno-but-not-exactly-porno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; scene. The first was the first kill. In the woods.&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was telling us to fast forward/turn it off the entire 2 minutes it was on. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we watched it with a teacher with us. Not for the entire movie though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, malas nak cakap ttg &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jennifer's Body&lt;/span&gt; dah.&lt;br /&gt;But all I will say is that if you have an uncensored version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't &lt;/em&gt;watch with kiddies or parents ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the stoopid boys were making such a big hoo-hah setting up the PS2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Female dog lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tara&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Haziqah&lt;/span&gt; were trying to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tara got pissed. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tara's &lt;/span&gt;mouth transformed into a sailor's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;(heh, sorry T)&lt;/span&gt; we went found an empty class, 4 Comm 2 and watched 4 episodes there. Damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;Saw a cute &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;blue sleeping bag&lt;/span&gt; on the floor. wtf right? Sleeping bag?&lt;br /&gt;The B-Ball coach kept poking his head through the door and asking where &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amirah&lt;/span&gt; was. He asked us what we were watching and when we said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Big Bang Theory"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he gave us a weird look and left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think he thought about the other big bang theory. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I say watch and prepare to slap your head in frustration at the stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh! &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mutant zombie mannequin robots! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to class and found the guys&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; playing the PS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boys and their toys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ngeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave everyone in class at that moment a pack of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Giotto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; and heard the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;munch munch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of happy campers.&lt;br /&gt;Boys went out to eat and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tara &lt;/span&gt;were &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;talking-things-I-don't-remember-but-were-funny-as-scheisse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn cold today at school for some reason. Thank God &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Faiz&lt;/span&gt; lent me his jacket :D&lt;br /&gt;Yadayadayada with &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys came back with more noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed Tara's iPod and listened to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fireflies &lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;strong&gt;Owl City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 10 times. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Tried to go to sleep. iPod drowned most of the noise of everyone cheering at the football game the guys were playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tara&lt;/span&gt; borrowed my bag which btw makes a very comfortable pillow.&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Faiz's &lt;/span&gt;jacket as a padded out &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;pillow/blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's actually really comfy. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go figure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Something of Faiz's is actually comfortable. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicik teacher woke me up asking for the Giotto chocs she asked for. Gave her and then slept again.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up along with&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Tara&lt;/span&gt;, I went to the office to send in some forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and hung about.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to play &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SpongeBob SquarePants&lt;/span&gt; with some people and ohmygosh my throat is sore from the amount of laughing and yelling I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plankton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my team-mate was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SpongeBob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Other team &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Squidward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Faiz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Patrick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patrick a.k.a. Faiz Asyraf a.k.a. female dog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was being very annoying. He thought he was so amazing. Pfft..&lt;br /&gt;Thought of doing a Jennifer at one point. Didn't though cause I'm human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept egging me on. And you know how competitive I get. You don't? That's good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a Form 3 almost suffocated in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sleeping bag I mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks can be deceiving yo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yeah. My day went well.&lt;br /&gt;Was actually&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;-duper&lt;/span&gt;-callifragilisticexpealidocious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;RAINED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Talk about my favourite weather :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p.s. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting the hang of writing about school again [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p.p.s.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I love school but not as much as the people in it &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-783135726749454709?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/783135726749454709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=783135726749454709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/783135726749454709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/783135726749454709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-patrick-p-slash-mutant-zombie.html' title='I hate Patrick :P slash Mutant Zombie Mannequin Robots!'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7602440901448761182</id><published>2009-11-17T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:21:18.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coz I'm TNT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Star Search was today and OMG I actually loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the bloody nervous part was a beeet lame but the whole process is pretty cool. That was the point in joining Star Search. Experience AND to try and get over my stage-fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's working I think. It was faster getting over it this time. I didn't have to mess up for the actual performance. Just to get a few tittering fools think I'm shy and stupid. pffft..&lt;br /&gt;It's works you know. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you have something to prove, stage-fright doesn't actually go away but you just don't care anymore :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's like that for me. I don't know about anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the instrumental category. I won 3rd. Out of 3. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about winning anything when I signed up actually. I was just like EXPERIENCE!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I don't mind because the trumpet and saxophone solos were amazing! They had a band behind them but honestly, they were good.&lt;br /&gt;Sax took 1st place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bands were pretty good. Ngeehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Unknowns&lt;/span&gt; R&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love those Form 1 boys who performed &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TNT by AC/DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ambitious risk but it totally paid off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during the sound check me and Tara were going &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG! They're so good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence but they were even better than the Form 5 bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The singer was great even if he was a bit nervous. His guitar solo was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He used a screwdriver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Drums rocked out like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;yeaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Bass and guitar were &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;EEEE.. LIKE CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but at the same time cool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;And they have cute band members. I mean how can that not be cute? Form 1 and doing a serious rock song. Respect as rockers earned :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other bands and how I felt their performances were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*drum roll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Jeng Jengs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I Wanna by AAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Band was good. Vocals were so-so but the lead singer was cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sigit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;(not sure)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Band was pretty good but they totally drowned out the lead singer. Stage performance rocked though. Guitar solo was cool :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Losing Maya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, Rock cover of I Wanna Love You by Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same singer as The Jeng Jengs. I liked this actually but I would liked it more if he had a better voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The All Apiitian Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, I Wanna by The All American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They were good but Brian? Your voice dah hilang.&lt;br /&gt;Bassist ada a bit sesat. HAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There was one more band but for the life of me I can't remember their name.&lt;br /&gt;They did Dirty Little Secrets by AAR but...can I say pity?&lt;br /&gt;But I feel for the lead singer I really did.&lt;br /&gt;But like Tara said, at least he knew he wasn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really talk about the vocals because.. can I say all of you sucked? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no they didn't suck &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;they were all good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but I just didn't really feel anything for the vocals category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apologies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i liked your screwdriver ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;p.s. i hate blogger when the formatting goes haywire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7602440901448761182?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7602440901448761182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7602440901448761182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7602440901448761182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7602440901448761182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/coz-im-tnt.html' title='Coz I&apos;m TNT!'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-5642824830105695962</id><published>2009-11-16T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:27:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Me. Ugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nerves, nerves, nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate being nervous. Especially when I know that I am nervous but it doesn't outwardly show. I just like the nerves to get over with and then I can get on and do what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nerves always just suddenly come out during the most annoying times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Like my audition. I had to mess up the 1st song and then only when I felt like I had something to prove did I totally lose all my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I go back to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Gravity by Sara Bareilles now and I feel like I'm gonna cry. It's 11.09pm and if I do, I know my eyes and face will be all puffy. Like it ain't now? Haha..not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does feel like a bit of the nerves are dispersing along with my tears though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fudge. I wanna cry. If it can get rid of the nervous energy, self-restraint let me cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem, self-restraint. Watevs I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna practice but I can't cause I'd wake up the entire house. Playing softly has no point right now. Or it seems that way to me. I really should sleep now but I just want the nervous energy to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nerves, nerves, go away.&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-5642824830105695962?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5642824830105695962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=5642824830105695962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5642824830105695962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5642824830105695962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/screw-me-ugh.html' title='Screw Me. Ugh.'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7538495183377975779</id><published>2009-11-16T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:57:31.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kay-Gee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That's a private joke yo..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went on the field trip today to &lt;em&gt;Pusat Sains Negara&lt;/em&gt;. Translated into &lt;em&gt;National Science Centre&lt;/em&gt; for those non-understanding-malay people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat had to call me and freak me out by saying &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Azureen. The bus isn't here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared the shit outta me. I thought the bus left already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride was okay. Watched the 1st season of Gossip Girl on Cat's iPod. I think I might get hooked :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazeem the guy from my class and not Hazeem my brother was annoying me and Cat at first by asking&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"What movie are you watching?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;REPEATEDLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;First I answered&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; "Hazeem Get's Killed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and he gave me the WTF look. Asked again and Cat went and said &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok, it's Hazeem Get's Killed 2"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I took pity on him..and me and just told what-the-fish we were watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So arrived at the Science Centre and instead of being driven up to the entrance, we got left at the bottom of the hill and had to eat our breakfast of nasi lemak at the guard post. &lt;em&gt;Amazing&lt;/em&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got in we went almost-kinda-straight to the Da Vinci exhibition. First Mr.Mahen made us sit to watch a Science Show..ehh.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Farah there. She's my mum's friend's daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's funny, next year she'll be part of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;APIIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; group instead of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bukit Rimau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; group :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Da Vinci exhibition was pretty cool actually. I liked the fact that Da Vinci wrote everything backwards.&lt;br /&gt;And we got to build a bridge just by interlocking some wooden poles. Most fascinating. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that got me going &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"aiyah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the head was all the physics-ness of some of the stuff. I only wish learning physics was as much fun as the way they laid out all Da Vinci's inventions and explained the experiments he did with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really heart his paintings.&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn't like some of them like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'Virgin of the Rocks'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; 'St. Jerome'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but it's the fact that every piece of art of his makes you have a reaction. An intellectual reaction that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one painting that I think was almost better than the Mona Lisa. It was just recently discovered last year and I think it's amazing. Simple yet the detail. Can you say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;L-O-V-E&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there was a huge part on the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/span&gt; and it's &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; true about what they say. Her eyes really do seem to follow you. But I think it's just the genius of Leonardo who painted the shadows and light to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually learnt alot of interesting facts. Won't post them here I guess coz I know I'm already boring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest wasn't as interesting. We took alot of pictures but they're on Yazmin's camera. Mine died -_-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ohh, one cool experiment is where you can see how you'd look like if you and another person's DNA were mixed together. I won't go into details coz &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;it's more fun to do than hear about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Like &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt; eh?&lt;strong&gt; HAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Rest of the day went like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Indulged the girls with Giotto chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Got into the bus and went to pick up the others from the Bird Park and Muzeum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Watched more GG on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-All the way back Tara, Laily and Haziqah were insulting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Got back and went straight to the music room to ask teacher for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Learnt how to slide on the keys and hurt my thumb T-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Etcetera etcetera :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;An epigram from &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Marriage is like putting your hand into a bag full of snakes expecting to pull out an eel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7538495183377975779?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7538495183377975779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7538495183377975779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7538495183377975779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7538495183377975779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/kay-gee.html' title='Kay-Gee!'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3536718982694393130</id><published>2009-11-15T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:49:13.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Suddenly I feel rather down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realisation just hit that I basically did not really technically celebrated my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum did bake me a cake and took pictures but gah, she did it when I was all unbathed and stuff. She suprised me &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice but it did kinda hurt that nobody &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; cared.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was over but as soon my mum finished taking pictures she and my brother ran off to play the PS2. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wtf is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mum felt bad for me on that day. Coz she sat next to me on the couch and hugged me and said some really nice things.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, she does say that but not that often and especially not when I'm unbathed. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I had something remarkable I could have marked my 16th with but I guess it's too late now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that 16 for a Malaysian isn't really something remarkable since we can't drive yet and yet freedom is far away till SPM but it still kinda hurt that I didn't really have a day that was just, not ALL about me but still especially thoughtfully dot dot dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't really had an AWESOME birthday since I was 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday I'm glad that lots of people wished me because all the time I was in SMKKK, no one really cared except Mauli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year I got alot of calls saying &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Hey, let's celebrate your birthday with &lt;em&gt;*insert name here*&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;*insert name here*&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;*insert name here*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence, it sounds awesome to celebrate my birthday with some others but be honest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;do you really care about me or do you want a good excuse for a party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've been used an abused because I'm a great cover. Parents know that I won't do anything stupid and that my parents are involved in my life so people call me up, invite me out and as soon as a bunch of people I don't know and people who don't care to get to know me arrive, I'm pushed to the back and nudged to the side while they gossip about this shit and that shit and stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm being mean but I do think that birthday-wise you're allowed to be a little bit selfish and wish the day were about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I don't need anymore shit in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I don't want to cry because I had to spend the day talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I don't want to feel the stabbing pains of hurt because &lt;em&gt;'Oh we don't have any space for you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't want to have to talk about stuff I don't care about because that's the only way to communicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't want to be laughed at because they find it hilarious that I could be a certain way. Just because I never show you the real me it doesn't make me a freak to act differently from what you think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't want, I don't want, I don't want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't want to feel like shit just for being me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt and now I'm not gonna be selfish but my mantra is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Anything that makes me less than me,&lt;br /&gt;Is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So no thank you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hang out with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3536718982694393130?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3536718982694393130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3536718982694393130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3536718982694393130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3536718982694393130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=';&apos;('/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-668456902182431877</id><published>2009-11-08T08:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:00:44.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Saturday 7th November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school. Coz I'm &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; awesome. :P&lt;br /&gt;In the morning texted Cat to make sure she's going and she said &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No I'm not."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.. I was already wearing my school sport shirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I texted her back saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"You think it'll be ok if I didn't go too?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what her reply was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"I'm totally shitting you. I'm going."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAHAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;Basicly only me and Cat were the only students manning a booth there.&lt;br /&gt;The only other people there were Ms. Sugada and Pn. Salmah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Did the experiment and I didn't expect it but quite a number of families and parents went up to our booth and asked us what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;I was more or less tongue tied so thank God Cat was there to explain.&lt;br /&gt;Some parents were really interested in the experiment and it was a joy to talk to them. Joking and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think it helped that the colours of the Food Test were &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;uber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;Will try and put up the pictures of the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and pictures of the experiment and us &lt;em&gt;(I think)&lt;/em&gt; were taken by this lady from Mac.&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;Then we were &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'interviewed'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Sam and the lady looked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we could go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, changed and then went to Subang Parade.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Parkson's to look at clothes for Hazeem's friend. We got him Ben 10 clothes coz we never got him a present for his birthday. He really liked it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;If you love me and feel bad for my birthday not really being anything, you'll get me a present?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Desperate sounding much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The sweetest present? A soft toy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to admit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; soft toys are cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know it sounds lame and I have not gotten a soft toy or bought one since I was 9 but everytime I go to Parksons and pass by the stuffed toys I always go look at these toys called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deglingo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Totally cool things. If a soft toy could be called cool.&lt;br /&gt;They have all these animals which are all like sewed on patchwork-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav is a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hedgehog.&lt;/span&gt; It's spikes are all these cool fabrics mixed up and it's like made out of cotton and corduroy. But it's RM99. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No one will get it for me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyway, I doubt anyone will get me anything this late but it's always worth a try. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;p.s. Sorry for the late post ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-668456902182431877?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/668456902182431877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=668456902182431877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/668456902182431877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/668456902182431877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/science-fair.html' title='Science Fair'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-8146271930525676987</id><published>2009-11-06T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:26:28.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm late.. Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Been late for almost everyday of school except today.&lt;br /&gt;Well late as in I enter around 8 plus when I'm suppose to be early.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty late for Bio 1 and had to dump my bag outside the Seminar Room and sit at the back. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achtung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;FINALS ARE&lt;/span&gt; OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day before my birthday too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am officially 16 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zureen turned 16 on the 5th November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet part hasn't happened yet.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It being a Thursday and me being a good girl (yea right), I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;Helped out with the Science Fair posters. It was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;Got lots of birthday wishes and Cat, Tara, Haziqah &amp;amp; Laily sang me Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;In the Aerospace Centre &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*wince*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In a room full of people&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; *double wince*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed it actually. Embarrassing but that has never happened before and it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I'm trying to say that I did not really celebrate my birthday properly and anyone wanna bring me out? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I appreciate the fact that people went up to me and said Happy Birthday and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long time I feel like I won't be made fun of for just being me.&lt;br /&gt;People get me and I don't have to dumb myself down to feel like I fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks everyone. You may not know it but just wishing me Happy Birthday and giving me a hug was enough to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;DANKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SIE SIE NI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;p.s. there's an open Science and Maths Fair 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;gonna gawk at potential new Apiitians and their parents. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-8146271930525676987?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8146271930525676987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=8146271930525676987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8146271930525676987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8146271930525676987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-late-again.html' title='I&apos;m late.. Again'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-8117255406364292800</id><published>2009-11-01T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:40:57.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi vei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;scratch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fail Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a slim chance of passing Chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God I pass Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hate you Yazmin ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-8117255406364292800?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8117255406364292800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=8117255406364292800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8117255406364292800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8117255406364292800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/oi-vei.html' title='Oi vei'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-275230361414010360</id><published>2009-10-28T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:02:12.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Drink It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a personal message from the most amazing person ever. Moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;*ahem ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know most people do not drink enough water everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that only few people actually ever drink the required water to maintain our bodies pH level? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(chehh. bio sesat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am paying the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-extreme dehydration is not a thing to laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;It is serious business. Fatigue and nausea are just a few of the ill-effects from dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So save yourself now.&lt;br /&gt;Get a bottle of water and...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DRINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep drinking. And you know that you have avoided dehydration when you feel like puking water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a river and our bodies are the lakes that are suppose to be filled by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*This is a personally awesome message from the most awesome person ever*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*She will personally kill you if you roll your eyes at this message again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just Drink It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3530993216378797477-275230361414010360?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/275230361414010360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=275230361414010360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/275230361414010360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/275230361414010360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-drink-it.html' title='Just Drink It'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2849451929161204265</id><published>2009-10-28T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:33:28.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're up, you gotta come down. Way down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm breaking my own rule here but I'm not going to school tomorrow&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I don't have any papers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plus I'm in the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's due to the conversation I had in school about blogs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway real reason I want to blog is coz I have no idea why the heck am I so grumpy right now?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my brother just rejected my cooking is whatever but even before then I was already going to bite someone's head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was going so well and I had to have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pre&lt;/em&gt;-PMS&lt;/span&gt; emotional crisis at home. WTH right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I know. It began when I threw up my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I just suddenly woke up and had to throw up. The food was forcing itself out the wrong escape hatch. Ok I know. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;EW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living uber unhealthily these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sleeping late&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Waking up uber early.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Not even taking breakfast most times.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Not eating or drinking at school plus only eating one meal with one glass of water once I get back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then locking myself in my room to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUS&lt;/strong&gt; I've also been having regular inner freakouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;T &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thank you finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You made me the mentally/health-wrecked person I am now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pfft..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I turn back time? I feel awful at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back to this afternoon when we were talking about ANU, blogs, buff guys, Jimmy Choo shoes and obviously Islam since we were having our test paper today. It was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OMG I haven't laughed that loud and hard since finals started".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful that I met such awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, jangan bangga please..&lt;br /&gt;I see your head swelling. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. You'll never guess!&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to be someone's date to prom.&lt;br /&gt;I think he was form 5. I think he was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry my boobs. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dia tak hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft. Muhtadee tried offered me by saying he'd rent a limo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Puh-lease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; I ain't cheap nor am I desperate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He was like another version of Muh and honestly, that would be weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I'll go to prom with someone I chose &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or approved),&lt;/span&gt; my friends or just by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need pity date because I'm a last resort so you won't look alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basicly I blew him off by pretending that I hated prom and etc.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was pretty convincing since Yazmin was pretty shocked. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to the guy if you're reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ladies never lower their standards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2849451929161204265?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2849451929161204265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2849451929161204265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2849451929161204265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2849451929161204265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-youre-up-you-gotta-come-down-way.html' title='When you&apos;re up, you gotta come down. Way down.'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7940554059536616052</id><published>2009-10-18T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:10:49.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm falling for you :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that song by&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Colbie Caillat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I know. When was the last time I blogged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Huda..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi. I know. I'm totally neglecting my darling bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, finals are in about... from today...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 days away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ARGGGGGGGHH. OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be known now that I will most definetly fail something. I hope not. But I bet so. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was revising add maths &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;(which means doing the exercises for one chapter)&lt;/span&gt; and I realised that I know more than I did at the beginning of the year. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it's still not  enough to pass the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;effing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; exam.&lt;br /&gt;And I so wanted to make Miss Sugada proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?&lt;/em&gt; I like to make teachers I respect happy that they thought me well. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SORRY :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been amazingly fun. Laughing alot is a must.&lt;br /&gt;Getting exasperated by people is fun coz in the end I laugh like shit &amp;amp; they laugh at me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -_-'&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell. People are great &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(apart from a few wackos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and lessons are way more interesting now. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Play hard, Study hard"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seems to be the Science Stream motto in APIIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say except I miss seeing all the boobs.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm such a recluse and so hard to contact.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be on a blog hiatus again for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a list before we leave the blog eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Subjects and my chances of passing them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;English - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Very Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;BM - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anorexic-ly Slim/Non-existent with my teacher who is as strict as hell with the marking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Civic - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who the heck cares?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Biology - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So-so if I can fit all the 'revision' in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Chemistry - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Physics - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*Laughs until tears come out and then starts crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mandarin - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok. With a dramatic drop from A to C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Add Maths - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*Goes into depression*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mod Maths - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*Prays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;History - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I don't have a History textbook! Lend me for a day?" *Looks for pills*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Islam - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"OMG! Where's that revision/notebook that I bought from teacher?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm soooo depressed now. Save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need a hug&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*looks for chocolate*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7940554059536616052?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7940554059536616052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7940554059536616052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7940554059536616052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7940554059536616052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-im-falling-for-you.html' title='I think I&apos;m falling for you :)'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2375605603370248828</id><published>2009-10-09T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:18:14.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back like the Backstreet Boys :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ok, I'm not a huge fan of the Backstreet Boys.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being lame :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna update to tell the world that I'm alive and I'm really enjoying my new school. For those of you who don't know. I go to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;APIIT&lt;/span&gt; now. Which btw will be changing its name to &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I prefer &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;APIIT &lt;/span&gt;somehow but at least if I tell someone the school's name they won't say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"What?! ARMPIT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mui estupido..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, might not be updating as frequently as before my computer conked out. Just coz I'm usually too tired to even walk to the computer and switch it on let alone sit in front of it for hours like I usually did.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I know I should be studying. My finals are &lt;em&gt;less &lt;/em&gt;than 2 weeks. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO DISTRACTIONS NEEDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, and my internet is a &lt;em&gt;b*tch&lt;/em&gt; sometimes. Oh well. The closest I'll get to a dog yea? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I missed blogging :(&lt;br /&gt;Haven't even been properly online in ages.&lt;br /&gt;Been using my IpodTouch just to go and check Facebook but is otherwise useless to play all the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'cool'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Facebook games. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a seminar at school tomorrow. Just when I thought I escaped going to school more than 5 days&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (like I did in SMKKK),&lt;/span&gt; I signed up to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;Gah! I remembered when I went to school 7 days a week coz of all the activities I signed up for. Still, I actually do spend more time in school now.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I guess. It's a Bio Seminar. I think it'll be useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my mind is working at hyper speed. What to say? What to type?&lt;br /&gt;Kay, outta ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Need to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lame but I really do need at least 8 hours of sleep now or else I will fall asleep in school. I actually did during Chem. Not a good thing coz I sit right in front of the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I managed to catch myself before I hit my head on the table and that my teacher was on the other side of the class. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farrah if you're reading thing. ILY boob! And can you just call the house and check if I'm there before you come over? xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2375605603370248828?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2375605603370248828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2375605603370248828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2375605603370248828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2375605603370248828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-back-like-backstreet-boys-p.html' title='I&apos;m back like the Backstreet Boys :P'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-6729861247562301167</id><published>2009-08-30T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:21:46.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th Day of Puasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for 'mac &amp;amp; cheese' from Kenny Rogers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that craving will go away in about 7 hours time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then I'll accept anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it is bloody short. Not as short as last time but still short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a trim and she chopped off at least and inch and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I almost cried when she cut off the first chunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before the tears swelled up in my eyes I started thinking &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Why did she do that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the answer came to me.. Split ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bit of rational thinking stopped me instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow now to never skip a routine trim.&lt;br /&gt;Coz your hair can get damaged and you might have to cut more than you wanted.. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok honestly I don't think my hair was that bad till she had to chop off an inch and a half but I guess she just wanted to clean it up because my hair has been an unruly mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wavy ends are gone and my straight as straight hair has returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I don't know whether to be happy or sad. Kinda upset I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one good thing has come out of this, I won't feel so guilty about letting my hair down in school. Even though people with hair till their waist let their hair down but I've always been a goody-goody and like to follow the rules.&lt;br /&gt;There's no point in tying up my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...but...but...I'll miss the swishy movement of my hair when it was tied up and long :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. I miss weird things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...almost an entire post dedicated to my now-gone hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;imissyou hair &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;p.s. I'm suddenly missing Deeba my best boob :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-6729861247562301167?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6729861247562301167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=6729861247562301167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6729861247562301167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6729861247562301167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/9th-day-of-puasa.html' title='9th Day of Puasa'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3810712804766974075</id><published>2009-08-24T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:14:48.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Sesame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pleaasee stomach.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Tolong diam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day and it's getting harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the fact that Hazeem like coming into my room with his nuggets, butter cookies and chicken wings -_-'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sure that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine half-dozing in your room with your stomach empty and suddenly this aroma of butter cookies wafts in....Hahaha.. So not making it easier for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being the pig I am, I usually ask Hazeem if I can have a bit of whatever he's eating and he usually gives me some. Do you know how many times I almost asked him? But then I remembered that I was not suppose to be eating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking about posting up any random stories/one shots/bits and pieces here.&lt;br /&gt;I will probably.&lt;br /&gt;Since people actually do read my blog maybe I'll get some constructive critism :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a romantic-ish writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much romance makes a person&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*bluek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but I actually can't resist a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It has to be good. Not over the top without any sense of logic but romance that could actually happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don'tbreakmyheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3810712804766974075?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3810712804766974075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3810712804766974075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3810712804766974075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3810712804766974075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/open-sesame.html' title='Open Sesame'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2926847733253505440</id><published>2009-08-23T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:20:28.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Stranger :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Good good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's Ramadhan been? I know it's only been two days but sometimes people give up so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? No. I haven't given up.&lt;br /&gt;There's some steel running through me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Merdeka Celebrations on Friday. It was very fun :)&lt;br /&gt;Most of form 4 didn't attend -_-' but what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;I still had fun with the ones who came and made new friends.&lt;br /&gt;I took lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm still steeling myself to put it on Facebook or not.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just jump in a put them on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still at the point where I'm still discovering new people and making friends.&lt;br /&gt;It's a very cool process but very lonely when you aren't able to share it with your old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I love my old friends but being in a new school has opened my eyes to some of their personalities and actually very demeaning attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;Being alone in a new school taught me how to stand up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I see how I've let a few people step all over me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with that now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stand up for myself and not let people put words into my mouth or their ideas into my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh. This is not suppose to be an emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll end it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I miss everyone but I've changed for the better and if you can't accept me growing up and standing up for myself then you shouldn't call yourself a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2926847733253505440?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2926847733253505440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2926847733253505440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2926847733253505440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2926847733253505440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-stranger.html' title='Hey Stranger :)'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-1842205397360965051</id><published>2009-08-19T21:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:21:39.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Galore! (no thanks to Facebook)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowWgHH-WiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7TpzH0Nmi7s/s1600-h/P8180327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371693196470278690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowWgHH-WiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7TpzH0Nmi7s/s320/P8180327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My classroom is like an explosion of flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowWfh_THCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OxfxWKSDu1Q/s1600-h/P8180326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371693186501778466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowWfh_THCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OxfxWKSDu1Q/s320/P8180326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowWfORtCmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9A109-CSLGc/s1600-h/P8180324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371693181210266210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowWfORtCmI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9A109-CSLGc/s320/P8180324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowRPzp56sI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FzSQsqhMOwU/s1600-h/P8180316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371687418807839426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowRPzp56sI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FzSQsqhMOwU/s320/P8180316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lao Xi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowRPb03JnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4-ImZrjZ4As/s1600-h/P8180313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371687412411344498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowRPb03JnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4-ImZrjZ4As/s320/P8180313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Lela my class teacher :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowRO_DWm-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/h94xP7J31WM/s1600-h/P8180307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371687404687498210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowRO_DWm-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/h94xP7J31WM/s320/P8180307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Joyce (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowROYL2nZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3yea12daStU/s1600-h/P8180308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371687394254167442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowROYL2nZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3yea12daStU/s320/P8180308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I swear to pretend to like everyone in class"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowRNy2psJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nN2iVFDe-y4/s1600-h/P8180305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371687384233128082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowRNy2psJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/nN2iVFDe-y4/s320/P8180305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hazeem...&lt;br /&gt;I know. Like my baby bro's name..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowIMbQFniI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kQwrVa4tNmU/s1600-h/P8180304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677465112845858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowIMbQFniI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kQwrVa4tNmU/s320/P8180304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Never met a teacher that loves to pose -_-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowILy2YOlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X6KDra8Kdpc/s1600-h/P8180295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677454267595346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowILy2YOlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X6KDra8Kdpc/s320/P8180295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Trying to figure out if the table is actually made of wood :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowILWPrhmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yLph8nn38fw/s1600-h/P8180289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677446589089378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowILWPrhmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yLph8nn38fw/s320/P8180289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sajak reading by Alia and a very busybody Daniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowIKyR2myI/AAAAAAAAAI8/04TIemJ7zQc/s1600-h/P8180280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677436934527778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowIKyR2myI/AAAAAAAAAI8/04TIemJ7zQc/s320/P8180280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This is an APIIT boy's pastime in school.&lt;br /&gt;Playing poker...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowIKUWkekI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xLmMbIj-9qA/s1600-h/P8170272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677428901247554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowIKUWkekI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xLmMbIj-9qA/s320/P8170272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;One gay gay..One happy gay and one lost donkey.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowEszTecgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Z9LMV-549tc/s1600-h/P8180279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673623278809602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowEszTecgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Z9LMV-549tc/s320/P8180279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*caption*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Lynn:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*evil face*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;What shall with do to Daniel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eddie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's dress him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daniel:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blur*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowEsNQLF1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/5uL4FPXe4KI/s1600-h/P8170277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673613064410962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowEsNQLF1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/5uL4FPXe4KI/s320/P8170277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Picture is too hilarious to describe.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that it was posed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowEr9d91tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CmlsvDWL4_4/s1600-h/P8170276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673608827295442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowEr9d91tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CmlsvDWL4_4/s320/P8170276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowErORJMZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/R2o_24jozqI/s1600-h/P8170269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673596157047186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowErORJMZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/R2o_24jozqI/s320/P8170269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowEqgz3t6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/GuD0GUKmr8w/s1600-h/P8170268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673583954671522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowEqgz3t6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/GuD0GUKmr8w/s320/P8170268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cat looks so cute :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowBPfFlW-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/NBjCpO1vhOA/s1600-h/P8170274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371669821100743650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowBPfFlW-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/NBjCpO1vhOA/s320/P8170274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowBO15eGOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IPy3TkKnhFc/s1600-h/P8180321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371669810044082402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowBO15eGOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IPy3TkKnhFc/s320/P8180321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hard at work decorating the class.&lt;br /&gt;That's me in the middle btw.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowBOaJsy_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5AFQVEsxFso/s1600-h/P8180310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371669802595961842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowBOaJsy_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5AFQVEsxFso/s320/P8180310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This would sound so weird if it actually came out of my mouth but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Malu sial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the bloody infamous blush..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowBNV7VGiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/um4kU5Hds6A/s1600-h/P8170270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371669784282077730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowBNV7VGiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/um4kU5Hds6A/s320/P8170270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not so gay anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowBMRwSw6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/58wdvMzW79I/s1600-h/P8180298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371669765982176162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowBMRwSw6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/58wdvMzW79I/s320/P8180298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I like this picture.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the constipated looking Ax..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-1842205397360965051?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1842205397360965051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=1842205397360965051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1842205397360965051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1842205397360965051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-galore-no-thanks-to-facebook.html' title='Pictures Galore! (no thanks to Facebook)'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SowWgHH-WiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7TpzH0Nmi7s/s72-c/P8180327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-4155876684561674587</id><published>2009-08-18T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:02:02.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures For You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Some pictures to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Not in order. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqv-6VnCAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cc6s9eOJ850/s1600-h/P8170266.JPG"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371299000939382786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqv-6VnCAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cc6s9eOJ850/s320/P8170266.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eddie doing his Mandarin presentation :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqv-ZjPrEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H0momLK9oCc/s1600-h/P8170258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371298992138202178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqv-ZjPrEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/H0momLK9oCc/s320/P8170258.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;X and Cat. Yea, I know. X looks cacat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqv9k2-iFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YwxoNmLgGM8/s1600-h/P8170254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371298977993885778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqv9k2-iFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/YwxoNmLgGM8/s320/P8170254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dayana just chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqv9KwZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LT1vC70UhEo/s1600-h/P8170253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371298970986998130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqv9KwZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LT1vC70UhEo/s320/P8170253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Arissa thinking about what else that can be done to decorate the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqv8gfe5KI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qO5cbQt7vGs/s1600-h/P8170252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371298959641732258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqv8gfe5KI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qO5cbQt7vGs/s320/P8170252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Iskhandar showing us his artistic side :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqr3VzEqdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-t9elIP0uCg/s1600-h/P8170243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371294472825252306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqr3VzEqdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-t9elIP0uCg/s320/P8170243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alia finally coming to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqr27Cs3JI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hfAFdrPpRgg/s1600-h/P8170249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371294465643043986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqr27Cs3JI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hfAFdrPpRgg/s320/P8170249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sabrina who would not let me take a picture of her face at all -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqr2T8pYyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yTczBLAmw4c/s1600-h/P8170248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371294455148667682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqr2T8pYyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yTczBLAmw4c/s320/P8170248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Zafran (picture courtesy of Arissa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqr1vJ_vZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6CJI-iUMycA/s1600-h/P8170247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371294445272546706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqr1vJ_vZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6CJI-iUMycA/s320/P8170247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Isk. Posing? lol. (picture courtesy of Arissa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqr1PGjPFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-DwSQChGsgM/s1600-h/P8170242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371294436668161106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqr1PGjPFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-DwSQChGsgM/s320/P8170242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The main lady herself. :) Arissa putting up flags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know the picture quality sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tons more pics on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-4155876684561674587?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4155876684561674587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=4155876684561674587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4155876684561674587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4155876684561674587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-for-you.html' title='Pictures For You!'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Soqv-6VnCAI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cc6s9eOJ850/s72-c/P8170266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-1205402985236692709</id><published>2009-08-18T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:11:28.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mauli's Getting Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Maulika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're 16 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;May you live long and prosper :P&lt;br /&gt;And not get H1N1 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You've been my best friend for almost 7 years now :)&lt;br /&gt;We've had our ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;We've had to learn how to cope with our different personalities.&lt;br /&gt;But we're still friends today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my piano buddy, gossip buddy and debate monster :P but you've taught me a lot and showed me how to stand up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;So thank you &amp;amp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. i'm sorry i couldn't go to dinner tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-1205402985236692709?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1205402985236692709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=1205402985236692709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1205402985236692709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1205402985236692709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/maulis-getting-old.html' title='Mauli&apos;s Getting Old!'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2193429585830923842</id><published>2009-08-17T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:46:29.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nope, didn't go see the movie Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has self-quarantined us from the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I haven't had much time to spend with my family and by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a family person.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also blessed that my family understands when I need to be alone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm up because school was pretty okay today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm content.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my insecure moments but overall content :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2193429585830923842?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2193429585830923842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2193429585830923842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2193429585830923842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2193429585830923842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/up.html' title='Up :)'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2450893987624848573</id><published>2009-08-16T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:31:10.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piccies :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ok, the pictures deigned to let themselves be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that the pictures &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, most of the pictures weren't taken by me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who did also smartly deleted her own picture while taking these.&lt;br /&gt;-_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy or hate me for these uber lame pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370421197017474946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SoeRn_50Z4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UWs9_JI93uo/s320/P8140226.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;People waiting in the front entrance of the main building.&lt;br /&gt;(side) Haziqah.&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure how her name is spelt :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Btw, please appreciate that I took that picture very randomly and people actually stared at me after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370421213221841250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SoeRo8RPaWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/WR2sYDsiOzA/s320/P8140228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faiz and Haziqah talking about God knows what.&lt;br /&gt;Har Har. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They actually hate me for taking these super candid shots.&lt;br /&gt;But what could I do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They didn't want to pose :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370421246161339170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SoeRq2-oQyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/L_aTQ-P8U7Y/s320/P8140234.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That is Cat :)&lt;br /&gt;Yet another person who did not want me to take a picture of them so I had to snap a candid :P&lt;br /&gt;She retaliated by reminding me that she has a God-awful picture of me in her phone which she can spread in an instant. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370421229305038930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SoeRp4LxiFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UjeIZztDeD0/s320/P8140224.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Laily and Haziqah's highly adorable but rather emo younger brother whom I don't know the name.&lt;br /&gt;Did not take this picture.&lt;br /&gt;Amirah did and she deleted her own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370421262232354594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SoeRry2QfyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EBbpZJLTugE/s320/P8140241.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And those people?&lt;br /&gt;That's me and Shafique in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was a grueling day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But we survived :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2450893987624848573?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2450893987624848573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2450893987624848573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2450893987624848573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2450893987624848573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-pictures-deigned-to-let-themselves.html' title='Piccies :)'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SoeRn_50Z4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/UWs9_JI93uo/s72-c/P8140226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7404713894182671155</id><published>2009-08-15T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:26:29.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pictures :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No pictures for now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damned thing won't load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would post it on facebook (more likely not. heh) but my account got disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will probably make a new one soon but am too lazy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures weren't much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next week will be better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like living in the fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;reality is just way too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7404713894182671155?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7404713894182671155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7404713894182671155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7404713894182671155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7404713894182671155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-pictures.html' title='No Pictures :('/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-4452933491484965719</id><published>2009-08-15T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:34:13.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Guess what time I woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my usual 11am Saturday lay-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame as well as thank my clock.&lt;br /&gt;It has stopped working so the hands are stuck at 12.45.&lt;br /&gt;So imagine waking up, thinking there's school and that it's already 12.45.&lt;br /&gt;I got up so fast it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered that there was no school.&lt;br /&gt;But thinking that it was late already I went and had a shower.&lt;br /&gt;Got out, got dressed, checked the tv and guess what time it was?&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pfft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, bangun awal, hidup lama.&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that. My Mod Maths teacher says that alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from the pasar.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me where. It's in KK somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know the name of the streets properly.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I still don't remember what Anggerik which friend lives in.&lt;br /&gt;I just go by, near the police station or near school? Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, mum made me wear a mask.&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't have been so bad if other people were wearing them but nope, we were the only ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reactions we got were irritatingly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Which means, I was uber pissed that people kept giving us weird looks but tickled by the way people reacted when I went near them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritating example:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Women kept giving us weird looks and were almost looking down on us.&lt;br /&gt;I say almost coz the aunties shooting us with their knife eyes were short :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny example&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG. HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My mum was looking at some fish and this man was just glancing warily at her.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went up to my mum and accidently bumped into the man.&lt;br /&gt;He looked up, saw that I was wearing a mask and totally flinched and backed away.&lt;br /&gt;Same thing happened when I was backing up and bumped into a man, he totally flinched and almost jumped back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memalukan..&lt;br /&gt;Pfft..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum said I should have acted like I was really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i.e. coughing my lungs out and sneezing like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tempted now.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if I have to be embarassed by wearing the mask I might as well have some fun with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dad said I can't go and see my friends at the Rakan Muda sparring comp 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;My dad said that there have actually been around 1000 deaths in Malaysia relating to H1N1, nevermind what the papers say.&lt;br /&gt;They're trying to keep hush hush.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, too many people. I can't go. Kinda dissapointed but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm under quarantine too ya'know.&lt;br /&gt;Not to keep people from getting a disease from me but to keep myself from getting a disease from other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to be safe, healthy and bored at home than sick, maybe dying after enjoying myself breathing in a disease. :)&lt;br /&gt;But who says home is boring?&lt;br /&gt;I've got the internet, the computer and all it's entertainment, tv, books, my art supplies and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I haven't spent anytime at home anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, leaving the house early and coming home late is pretty weird.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my time at home has been in my room studying for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;Then falling asleep on all my books and then the process repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home is where the heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-4452933491484965719?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4452933491484965719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=4452933491484965719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4452933491484965719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4452933491484965719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-5442612227346571245</id><published>2009-08-14T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:02:35.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Look who's back from the short blog break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe, would never have taken a break from blogging if not for the fact that I was having exams in APIIT and I don't want to look like a dunce on my first exam there.&lt;br /&gt;I have to show that I have some brains kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my exams, well actually tests, are over!&lt;br /&gt;Last paper was Chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Effing&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;pfft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I think my Chem teacher hates me. Or just dislikes me alot.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll fail her paper and she'll probably have a silent gloat.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun. Read your notes!?! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Excuse moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. New student. Not comfortable asking notes from a guy who seems to want to avoid me.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; *fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess who got an 84 on her first ever Mandarin Communications test?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was bloody ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I didn't cheat at all in any of the exams so any achievements or fails are totally me.&lt;br /&gt;So this achievement feels awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had less than a week to study for every subject. Mandarin, the words I tried to memorise like and hour before the exam.&lt;br /&gt;So ngeee &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it Mandarin Comm is actually really easy.&lt;br /&gt;And matching the words to the translations are A-OK s'long as you study the unit that's coming out.&lt;br /&gt;Being &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'rajin' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pays off.&lt;br /&gt;The part I enjoyed the most is when we had to copy out the essay.&lt;br /&gt;Not to brag but I think for a newbie, my chinese characters were pretty awesome :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, I have a few pictures of APIIT students but yea, it doesn't show much.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post them up later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My week was utterly turbulent.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a silent breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Aishah&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; (i'm not sure how her name is spelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Amirah for comforting me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment I felt part of the group, next I felt totally alone.&lt;br /&gt;One period I felt connected to the class the next I was thinking &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Omg. Culture shock much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I was up, then I was down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Round and round merry-go-round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which way I'll go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I found some really nice people. (:&lt;br /&gt;I still need some adjustment. But maybe next week will be better.&lt;br /&gt;After that is the August hols. Merdeka celebration is coming up in APIIT.&lt;br /&gt;Will definetly take &lt;strong&gt;TONS&lt;/strong&gt; of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss everyone and wish I could join in like I usually did in SMKKK.&lt;br /&gt;But I know it'll take time but people have been coming up and giving me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it's my turn to take a chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in that transition period still.&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't belong in SMKKK anymore. I know I'm not a student.&lt;br /&gt;But APIIT still hasn't become &lt;em&gt;"mine".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't see it as my school. My alma mater&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (is that correct?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Time.&lt;br /&gt;Something I want.&lt;br /&gt;Need.&lt;br /&gt;Lust for :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-5442612227346571245?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5442612227346571245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=5442612227346571245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5442612227346571245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5442612227346571245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-baaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaack'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-1392805452339471569</id><published>2009-08-08T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:12:54.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oversleeping/Undersleeping :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just woke up 2 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept from 4 to 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame Mauli, Div, Nisha and Kausy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char kuey teow and nasi kandar till 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's an inside joke people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my first sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mum never let me sleep over at any of my friends houses.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky that dad was in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I was shocked myself when I asked him and he said yes.&lt;br /&gt;I even asked again just in case I heard wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I skipped up to my mum and sang "Dad let me!"&lt;br /&gt;Mum just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I know she still didn't like the fact that I was sleeping in someone else's house but she also knew that I missed my friends like crazy. Not seeing them for a week was like not seeing them in a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's hard.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back home late and not being able to just pass out on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to come home and just sleep for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I have to do my homework, catch up with the subjects that I'm left behind in and do projects that I never had to do in a government school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that there were more hours in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But doesn't everybody? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-1392805452339471569?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1392805452339471569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=1392805452339471569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1392805452339471569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1392805452339471569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/oversleepingundersleeping-p.html' title='Oversleeping/Undersleeping :P'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-6050365686196143193</id><published>2009-08-08T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:00:47.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really becoming a reality for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, before this I knew it was a pandemic.&lt;br /&gt;I understood but it never happened anywhere near so I didn't bother so much.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at home most of the time too so what did I have to be scared about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's real and people have died.&lt;br /&gt;But you know, the people who have died with H1N1 actually have had underlying health problems. So you can't blame H1N1 fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At APIIT, people get their temperature checked everyday.&lt;br /&gt;We get stickered to show that we've been checked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In S.M.K.K.K. someone has already had it.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends have been skipping school for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bukit Rimau school, a kid is positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope it's not staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leaaaave!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;We'll be nice to the pigs now :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-6050365686196143193?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6050365686196143193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=6050365686196143193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6050365686196143193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/6050365686196143193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/h1n1.html' title='H1N1'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-4965985838462226762</id><published>2009-08-08T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:00:02.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viewer Discretion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To everybody who is reading and has read...and has commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;kawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I wanted anything to happen &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(which I don't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason being, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; X is gay. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweetheart and he acts a bit gay sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just grateful that he, Daniel and Wei Jern took the time to ask me how I felt about the school and if I'm ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the first time I've entered a school and am able to look the guys in the eye and talk without feeling totally awkward.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to ruin that by falling head over heels for somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least not yet :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop assuming ok?&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate if a guy looks cute.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I want that guy or want anything to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a certain person who's read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have NOTHING better to do than try and control someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that everyone will bow down and give way to you when you ask for something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so far they have then you haven't met me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're psychotic.&lt;/em&gt;&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/3530993216378797477-4965985838462226762?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4965985838462226762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=4965985838462226762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4965985838462226762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4965985838462226762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/viewer-discretion.html' title='Viewer Discretion'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-1809480444536128797</id><published>2009-08-04T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:48:02.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was a lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I felt alone. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys like gila babi. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the familiar voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking with people in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss knowing I'll be meeting up with Deeba and Farrah during rehat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them making me eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Adzmy being annoying, sick and hilarious at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Kacau-ing everyone in sight (including me -_-')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt; big&lt;/span&gt; culture shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. I thought some people at school were rude to the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to these kids. We're &lt;strong&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/strong&gt; respectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss S.M.K.K.K. and all it's inhabitants. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tau tak?&lt;br /&gt;The entire day I kept wishing that everyone was there in class.&lt;br /&gt;Doing the bloody awesome experiments I'm sure ya'll would love.&lt;br /&gt;Joking with me.&lt;br /&gt;Buat bodoh takde kerja.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the fact that I hugged at least one person at school almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your hugs guys :'(&lt;br /&gt;I miss people calling me over when they see me all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you guys so so so so so so gila babi much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-1809480444536128797?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1809480444536128797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=1809480444536128797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1809480444536128797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1809480444536128797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/erm.html' title='Erm..'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3198866823274568299</id><published>2009-08-03T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:44:49.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To hope or not to hope?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That is. Hope whether or not people will still like me 2moro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is Azureen you're reading about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 worrier of the world. That is to say. My world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People thought I was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Please let them still want to talk to me 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;Let me not embarass myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a bit today -_-'&lt;br /&gt;Lucky no one noticed.&lt;br /&gt;Or they just kept quiet about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one day.&lt;br /&gt;I've already figured out that everyone is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There are just some who are more &lt;em&gt;into themselves&lt;/em&gt; than into being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm known as the confuser :)&lt;br /&gt;The relief teacher for English called me that.&lt;br /&gt;I never realised.&lt;br /&gt;I talk &lt;em&gt;reeeeally&lt;/em&gt; fast when I'm unsure.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher imitated me.&lt;br /&gt;X's friends imitated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I go through alot of words. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I was being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing better to do so I kacau teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like a headless chicken when flustered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3198866823274568299?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3198866823274568299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3198866823274568299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3198866823274568299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3198866823274568299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-hope-or-not-to-hope.html' title='To hope or not to hope?...'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-1524729203366410847</id><published>2009-08-03T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:26:53.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kids On The Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day sucked. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered and it was like a ghost town.&lt;br /&gt;I waited ages in the hot stinky office and then I had to change in the uniform room with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the classroom was actually really hot and people were uber mean.&lt;br /&gt;They looked down on me and people scoffed.&lt;br /&gt;The girls whispered about boldly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to make sure I have your attention :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that happened I'd be back in SMKKK in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe not but I'd definitely have called someone and cried my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;I made a friend right away.&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Rachel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's uber nice. We met in the uniform office.&lt;br /&gt;It's cool how just smiling at someone makes a whole lotta difference.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly she's in Commerce 1 and I'm in Science 1. But new kids stick together and we ended up having break and lunch together with Shafique :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both really nervous to enter our classes but people were...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, hesitating tone but though first impressions count but I know they don't actually show you the actual personality of a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The girl who introduced me to the class was pretty nice and I feel like I've known her before. I think I went to primary school with her before.&lt;br /&gt;In standard 2. USJ 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, after a while I got comfortable with my classmates...&lt;br /&gt;As comfortable as someone like me can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered late so basically I went straight to break after having a free period since they didn't have assembly. I used it to get to know my classmates more. :)&lt;br /&gt;Had fruits and lemon green tea with Rachel during break. Shafique obviously hung out with us.&lt;br /&gt;Had Physics&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(teacher was ok).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Add Math and I have to say that the teacher was really good.&lt;br /&gt;She's not like Pn. Ong but her teaching methods are&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunch.&lt;br /&gt;First we went to the office to grab our student I.D. cards.&lt;br /&gt;It's also like a prepaid card and mum put in money for me and Shafique so we can buy lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the canteen, got our food and started eating.&lt;br /&gt;We totally forgot that my monitor &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;(super nice guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was supposed to belanja us :D&lt;br /&gt;I call him X. No seriously... &lt;em&gt;X&lt;/em&gt;. I can't remember his real name and I heard people calling him Mr. X. So that stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He saw us, sidetracked with his friends and sat down with us.&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd belanja 2moro. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt; Gosh he's just so nice.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't like talking and eating and he and his friends were talking too much.&lt;br /&gt;I get distracted and can't finish my food.&lt;br /&gt;My food is already spicy and it was hard to concentrate eating and answering questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be on constant alert when eating because the danger of having braces is that food can get stuck on them and you might scare people by talking with broccoli stuck all over.&lt;br /&gt;So yea juggling between eating, answering questions and making sure nothing is stuck on my teeth in hard.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I didn't finish my food properly. &lt;em&gt;Haish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even through all that, I still sweated. The bloody food was so spicy that my body had to let the steam out.&lt;br /&gt;When I was talking to X, duh he asked why I was sweating. I was like "Spicy food!" and that ended that.&lt;br /&gt;Ya'know. I always think people wouldn't want to talk to me after they see me sweat like a pig but X and his friends kept asking me questions during out relief time in English and it was really nice. They made me feel welcome. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for air-conditioning though.&lt;br /&gt;Though I think something was wrong with it coz it wasn't THAT cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was good.&lt;br /&gt;Except towards the end when my stomach was in pain due to the spicy food on an empty stomach. Plus then I got a major headache.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seemed to be getting sick in my school.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy la these people.&lt;br /&gt;But in a way I hope something happens. I honestly don't want to take the monthly test next month. I'll be studying more now which is good.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be bottom in class. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Only 18 in class and you think I want to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Even though I have an excuse I ain't gonna be the last.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna be known as a dunce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUDY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-1524729203366410847?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1524729203366410847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=1524729203366410847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1524729203366410847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1524729203366410847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-kids-on-block.html' title='New Kids On The Block'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3966138165518725254</id><published>2009-08-02T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:27:08.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OhMyGosh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*bimbo mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ohmygosh&lt;/strong&gt; I like totally just realised that&lt;em&gt; like&lt;/em&gt; 2moro is gonna be&lt;em&gt; like&lt;/em&gt; my first day in that new school. &lt;em&gt;Like&lt;/em&gt; the one that people keep thinking I say &lt;strong&gt;'ARMPIT'&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; isn't actually anything to do with armpits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; like&lt;/em&gt; am sooo&lt;em&gt; like&lt;/em&gt; nervous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;dotdotdot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;em&gt;Gaaawd..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't keep that up.&lt;br /&gt;Too much work to be a bimbo in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you don't have &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;crazy-sarcastic friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Farrah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;crazy-perverted friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Deeba)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when they were still in 4 Science 3 and we were feeling hyper. We decided to be bimbo's and decided water was fattening and eating is a crime against nature and..and... that Paris Hilton invited Deeba for dinner and that was beyoond insulting and horrifying. AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I'd like to know which bimbo talks about microorganisms in the water?&lt;br /&gt;Like helllooo! Too many syllables. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cro&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That's 6 syllables already!&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't her brain explode? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about fats and etc.&lt;br /&gt;There was also the time Farrah and Deeba bought Fish Satay&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; (i still think yuck)&lt;/span&gt; outside of the school and while they were in the process of eating, Bob a.k.a Yu Jin wagged a finger and said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Calories!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Heehee..&lt;br /&gt;He's funny and I'll miss &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; Bob. If you're reading this Bob, yes, you're &lt;strong&gt;mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yu Jin can be someone else's. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt; I don't like people other than me, Mauli and Grace calling him Bob. It's OUR nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thinking about Bob reminds me of Ben. The other half of the duo that I used to hang out a lot in form 3. Gosh I miss your sick jokes Ben.&lt;br /&gt;What happened? We're in a different class and you stopped talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He's still a great guy albeit he's a perv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He called me on my birthday last year&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised but really touched. He doesn't know. Shuuussh!&lt;br /&gt;He said goodbye when I went to school to pick up my PEKA. Or his equivalent to a goodbye. Which was &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Farrah and Deeba said you wore that shirt to show off your boobs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks Ben. I'll miss you too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Farrah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Deeba&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mauli&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; Adzmy&lt;/span&gt; and all the other SMKKK'ians that made that difference in my school life. I'm missing everybody already.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna treasure the funny as hell, entertaining to the core, crazy as shit times and totally wish I could be around to make more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take the small life lessons you guys showed me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;(and yes, hard to believe it, they did teach me stuff even if they don't know it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and rock APIIT. Emily style. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous as ever to start APIIT 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna enter with a smile and...&lt;strong&gt;try not to puke my breakfast&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3966138165518725254?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3966138165518725254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3966138165518725254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3966138165518725254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3966138165518725254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohmygosh.html' title='OhMyGosh..'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-5129534762728098843</id><published>2009-08-02T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:42:46.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ow ow ow ow ow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are&lt;em&gt; killing&lt;/em&gt; me at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;Going down the stairs hurt. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank taekwondo for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much sliding around gave me blisters on the balls of my feet and my toe. :(&lt;br /&gt;Actually they're worst than blisters because it's like the skin stretched and everytime I slide it kinda pinches my foot and it goes deceivingly back to normal when I relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons why I didn't join in sparring practice in the vests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My feet were killing me and putting into practice more sliding and etc. would've probably immobilised me&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;b) &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need to look like a bigger fool than I already do without the vest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;c)&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Looking like a fool in front of people I dislike intensely is not something I like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;d)&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My feet were killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioned this to dad after he came back home last night.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(He brought back 2 huge boxes of apple strudel!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;After giving me the lecture on&lt;em&gt; '&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;how I should just join golf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' instead of all this taekwondo nonsense, he said I should get some taekwondo shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Said that I was just senselessly hurting myself and exposing myself to God knows what by training barefoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's really tempting. Dad said he'd only get me cheap shoes but hey, I won't be senselessly hurting myself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno. I don't really feel like I've earned the right to wear the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds stupid right? But yea, I don't know if anyone else feels like me but wearing the shoes just shows that you've accomplished something already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to stuff myself with apple strudel :P&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy, I know you wish you were me. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-5129534762728098843?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5129534762728098843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=5129534762728098843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5129534762728098843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5129534762728098843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3529098507542872430</id><published>2009-08-01T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:04:44.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bloggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My blog is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Do not ask me the&lt;em&gt; exact&lt;/em&gt; date of when I started this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I know I started it in August 2007 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now it's August 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This blog has seen me through my most emo phase to my recent more self-assured place in life right now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Bloggie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You never judged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You never talk back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You never mind if I don't finish a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You remember everything I write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You're willing to forget everything I delete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3529098507542872430?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3529098507542872430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3529098507542872430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3529098507542872430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3529098507542872430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-anniversary.html' title='Blog Anniversary!'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-5500543423690090955</id><published>2009-08-01T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:01:45.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm craving soo many things to eat right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it ain't pregnancy cravings. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think if I was pregnant I'd be here to write on this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooooh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;. My mum would be skinning me alive at this moment if I were pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; I WANT TO EAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is stopping me of course.&lt;br /&gt;Just myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just from a few outings with my mum's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, they are the coolest 'aunties' but the way they meet up EVERYDAY to eat is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's not like they eat salads either.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time it's at the mamak and you know how fat free that is. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Or it's at Kheng's and they're eating curry me.&lt;br /&gt;Anndd, their snacks! Gosh. Mum makes these sandwich bun thingy's and brings them during the kids swimming lessons and etc.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take more than 5 minutes and they already cajoled you into eating with them. Or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Just pick something laa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at the mamak. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them that I can never follow them anywhere ever again. &lt;strong&gt;EVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even to go morning jogging which they follow up with an eating session. WTH is that?&lt;br /&gt;But they are amazing company. If eating with them doesn't make you full then talking with them will. There's just always something to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret going out with them but I can't say I didn't enjoy eating :P&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is the girl who had to eat steamed fish &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(yum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with steamed broccoli &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yeck)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a week ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go into my &lt;strong&gt;'zen'&lt;/strong&gt; mindset again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hums*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You will have discipline and control over fooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, that should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Going to fix myself Milo. And tell my stomach to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kidding. &lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-5500543423690090955?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5500543423690090955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=5500543423690090955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5500543423690090955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5500543423690090955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/craving.html' title='Craving'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-5524243206121779992</id><published>2009-07-31T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:22:31.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngeee..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I feel stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Let's go way out, spaced out,&lt;br /&gt;and losing all control.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This is late, lame and totally random but I still want to write about it because it's MY blog :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, went to Sunway on Thursday to look for Mr.Size-13-feet-giant's &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Shafique)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;First we went to get Hazeem's customary KFC and while waiting he and dad went to the arcade with out me, mom or Shafique knowing.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the arcade we saw them playing one of those adventure-story-shooting games. It looked fun but I &lt;em&gt;diam&lt;/em&gt;2 only laah..&lt;br /&gt;It felt lame to ask if any of them wanted to play with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shafique went off to play the basketball game and Hazeem went and played a game where you aimed and pressed a button trying to kill insects. &lt;em&gt;Go for killing insects&lt;/em&gt;! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;So they played a bunch of games and I stood around following Hazeem while mum watched dad and Shafique play basketball together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then before we left Shafique wanted to play the shooting game with dad but Hazeem said he wanted to play ith him. Out of nowhere I asked if I could play. The storyline of the game looked really cool. Plus, I know me and Shafique make an awesome team for those kinds of games. :P&lt;br /&gt;Hazeem was a total sweetheart. As soon as he heard me he was like &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok kakak, you play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Queue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Awwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I played. A boy did we have fun.&lt;br /&gt;The storyline was that these two people are being attacked by animals and insects while on a tour of a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I haven't felt like really close to Shafique like that in a while.&lt;br /&gt;It's so corny and &lt;em&gt;cliche &lt;/em&gt;but we were like exactly on the same wavelength and smoothed through the game like it was Tic Tac Toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not gonna give anymore details coz it'll make me sound like the game freak that I am but I'll just say that if Hazeem didn't suddenly want to help me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(which I let the sweetheart do),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me and Shafique would've probably gotten through the whole game and annoyed the Japanese dude and his kids who were waiting for us to stop playing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Heyy, it was our cool-ness that made a few people stop and watch us play ok? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;familyfirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-5524243206121779992?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5524243206121779992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=5524243206121779992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5524243206121779992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5524243206121779992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/ngeee.html' title='Ngeee..'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-8149254521724046345</id><published>2009-07-31T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:53:46.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Week ;]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's been a hectic week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping late and walking up early everyday is what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good thing I stopped school early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;em&gt;omg..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things we have to look for.&lt;br /&gt;The time we spent in APIIT figuring everything out is soo.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday alone we went to APIIT to settle everything, buy the books and were shown our classes. We were there for 4 hours? Without breakfast :( Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda intimidated by my class but we'll see on Monday when I actually start.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're shy? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pfft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I wish I was a Form 1. They are &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AMAZINGLY&lt;/span&gt; friendly. And funny :)&lt;br /&gt;I hope Shafique can make some good friends. Hoping that for myself too :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The rest of the week was spent going out to find school stuff like extra stationary and new school shoes. They wear black shoes in APIIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My pencil case is seriously under-stocked.&lt;br /&gt;If I were still in SMKKK this wouldn't be much of a worry. There's always a friend willing to lend you something :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me and Hazeem have already gotten our shoes. It was super quick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went to Mid Valley and entered Bata. Dad was actually looking for Shafique at first because his size 13 feet are difficult to accommodate :P&lt;br /&gt;But after being told that they don't carry size 13, dad turned to me and handed the shoe he was looking at. I tried my size and voila! I found my school shoes. Hazeem was about the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my shoes:&lt;br /&gt;They're black &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;They're a cool design &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in my opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;They don't look bulky like my white school Nike's.&lt;br /&gt;They give me an extra bit of height. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yea, I'm kinda sensitive about my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Try having a giant for a younger brother and constantly having to hear short jokes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, funny thing. On the way in the shop I saw some black Nike shoes and my mum was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"We're not getting you Nike anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; meaning she didn't really want to get me anymore expensive school shoes. She wanted to get me some black canvas shoes. I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, dad handed me the black Reebok shoes and they both agreed to it. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Away went mom's idea for canvas shoes. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can see you people looking and thinking that I'm some spoilt rich kid. &lt;strong&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I hardly buy shoes ok? I love them like any other girl but I don't sulk everytime mum says no when I see cool flats or killer heels&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(which is practically &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTIME&lt;/strong&gt; ok?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School shoes are a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;Why not buy something that lasts?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wearing those shoes for 4 years at least. It's because they don't look so much like school shoes that I can wear them out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going to APIIT means tons of luxuries are out of the question now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't deny it. My family is well-off. But we're not well-off enough to drop money like it grows on trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go out with friends a lot either.&lt;br /&gt;And when I do, in my own way, I'm a scrooge.&lt;br /&gt;When I do go out it's usually because I haven't seen my friends in ages. When I saw ages, I mean ages.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like a few days. It's not even a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;It's usually at least 4 months. The longest has been a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ok, sorry for the lecture but I know some people have been viewing me as some kind of spoilt rich kid. I'm so fed up with that. Just because you get sent to a private school it doesn't always mean your family is rich.&lt;br /&gt;It just means that your family is ready to sacrifice some things to make sure you have a good education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes it's really daunting to have such high hopes and expectations for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-8149254521724046345?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8149254521724046345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=8149254521724046345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8149254521724046345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8149254521724046345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-week.html' title='What A Week ;]'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-8387839049277375809</id><published>2009-07-29T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:39:38.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi ausencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sorry for not updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because nothing interesting has happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's not even because I've been lazy. Well maybe a bit. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of interesting things have happened in the past week or so.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I don't really know how to write about them without getting emotionally excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i.e.&lt;/em&gt; angry, freaked out, sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Plus there are some things I feel I'd rather talk about with some trusted people.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sometimes I don't write about some things just because I know that some people &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;EXPECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me to write about it and feel all important about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I don't to give people I dislike &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; kind of satisfaction :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have a really long draft about my last day in school/co-curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if I want to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'll say is that it was a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; fun day.&lt;br /&gt;More than I asked for for my last official day actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the ending of it that was pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pathetic. They can be soo &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desperate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get a reaction out of someone that they resort to petty remarks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It doesn't work when someone like me knows that they got bloody beaten up. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've been all whiplash tongue on them but I kept quiet because I knew. They wanted a scene to show me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Make a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;proper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; move. Come straight out with it instead of waiting for someone else to make a move like the coward you are.&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll see how much of me you &lt;strong&gt;DON'T&lt;/strong&gt; know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, confront me. I want to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember don't try and attack me.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be as pro as you but you remember me saying this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Spill one drop of my blood and I'll spill an ocean of yours.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Either way. I can take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;In danger of calling myself a man, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think I've got more balls than you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'mnostrangertodanger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-8387839049277375809?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8387839049277375809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=8387839049277375809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8387839049277375809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8387839049277375809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/mi-ausencia.html' title='Mi ausencia'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2135621582559764523</id><published>2009-07-29T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:09:44.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Facebook disabled my account. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What the heck is up with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to impersonate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was I reported?&lt;br /&gt;By who and for what I'd like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm too lazy to make a new account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only place I can get in contact with Emily and Divya properly when they're back in India and China respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm visiting one of you at the end of year :)&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2135621582559764523?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2135621582559764523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2135621582559764523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2135621582559764523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2135621582559764523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3723426878557235173</id><published>2009-07-26T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:07:42.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimbo's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SmxiuJCSvLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Rsue-Al6R8M/s1600-h/P7250002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362769801130458290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SmxiuJCSvLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Rsue-Al6R8M/s400/P7250002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my baby bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hazeem Asmie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His actual birthday was on the 23rd but we had his party today since everyone had school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Didn't write about it because.. I didn't think about it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything special on his actual birthday anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not gonna write more because this just feels like one of those &lt;em&gt;experience-to-understand&lt;/em&gt; days.&lt;br /&gt;Writing about it would just &lt;strong&gt;ruin&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;ilovemybabybro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3723426878557235173?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3723426878557235173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3723426878557235173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3723426878557235173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3723426878557235173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/jimbos-birthday.html' title='Jimbo&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SmxiuJCSvLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Rsue-Al6R8M/s72-c/P7250002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-4671177116755952433</id><published>2009-07-24T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:32:00.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SmlUrndjXfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/I11OXoFDhD8/s1600-h/5412_107016976273_594176273_2317175_7234150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361909939665329650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SmlUrndjXfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/I11OXoFDhD8/s320/5412_107016976273_594176273_2317175_7234150_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lookie!&lt;br /&gt;The Henna Ceremony thingy I did with my cousin :)&lt;br /&gt;She was the bride btw.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell her about this.&lt;br /&gt;She'll kill me for putting this picture up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that dress.&lt;br /&gt;And this picture.&lt;br /&gt;It shows me yet doesn't show me.&lt;br /&gt;Make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-4671177116755952433?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4671177116755952433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=4671177116755952433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4671177116755952433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4671177116755952433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/ooh.html' title='Ooh'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SmlUrndjXfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/I11OXoFDhD8/s72-c/5412_107016976273_594176273_2317175_7234150_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3243013096880572091</id><published>2009-07-22T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:41:22.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:[</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to school tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't really want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have to settle the paperwork and etc&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takutpn.reetha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3243013096880572091?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3243013096880572091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3243013096880572091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3243013096880572091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3243013096880572091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=':['/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7537912269070161818</id><published>2009-07-21T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:46:57.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farrah Emmylya &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Farrah Emmylya is one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her like crazy because she does and says the weirdest things to freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I've learnt a lot from her.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you annoy me but you make it up by entertaining me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to be more outgoing and slightly crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that sometimes being dirty is actually super funny.&lt;br /&gt;And I've learnt that having an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;honest-to-your-face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; friend is actually really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm not good with consoling my friends because although I can say a million and one words of sympathy, they're never good enough and I'm always afraid that I'll just end up making them feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang you're the one who said that you'll laugh at me when I find my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'first love'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I laughed back told you that I'd never act like an idiot over a guy and you assured me I will.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did find him and acted like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;And you did laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad you did because it just taught me more things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know I'm still inexperienced and a total &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;moron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when it comes to love with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I can imagine your feelings right now.&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine the pain and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know imagination can never compete with reality.&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;while I imagine, you're feeling it a hundred times worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here for you &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(our house is 2 minutes away)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;isayangyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7537912269070161818?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7537912269070161818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7537912269070161818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7537912269070161818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7537912269070161818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/farrah-emmylya-3.html' title='Farrah Emmylya &lt;3'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3025269297530102988</id><published>2009-07-20T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:35:57.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am going to have a nervous breakdown soon if i don't learn to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moving business is&lt;em&gt; beyond&lt;/em&gt; stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The funny thing is that suddenly I'm stressing out more about school assignments.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving soon, why should i care?&lt;br /&gt;It's like i feel the responsibility weighing down on me to make a good impression to the teachers before i leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I'm kinda pissed over the fact that my English teacher is looking down on me because of who I'm friends with.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever i guess. Her problem. Not mine. I can still manage to maintain my A grade in English and finish off 40 questions when everyone is still at 10 or 15. What does she have to complain about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, was debating on whether I should finish off this week of school or just stop after 2moro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Farrah convinced me. I guess I'll finish off the week. Only a few more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;But i hate saying goodbye. Especially to teachers when you don't really feel connected. I hate the whole saying goodbye formally thing. It's so fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;staytrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3025269297530102988?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3025269297530102988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3025269297530102988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3025269297530102988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3025269297530102988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/anxiety-attack.html' title='Anxiety Attack'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7671383527312221344</id><published>2009-07-19T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:38:53.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today has been uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for lunch at the club with dad and Shafique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;First time ordering Cantonese Kuey Teow for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly for something so gooey and messy to eat, it's very tasty :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mum came along with Hazeem later and dad went off to play golf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now i'm at home with nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote that hours ago :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, which was also hours ago, which if you looked at it from an hours ago POV is actually later on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i just made myself confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, around 6 I went for a walk with Farrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bukit Rimau&lt;/span&gt; is getting boring. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talktalktalktalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home and got invited for Kausy's birthday dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Receta Secreta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. That's &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt; in Spanish. :)&lt;br /&gt;Sakun paid for the meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our meals and chatted a lot. As usual. People I know always seem to have a low tolerance for sugar and get high easily.&lt;br /&gt;In this case it was Mauli and Divya. It must've been the Ice Lemon Tea.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't understand it this sugar rush thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I remember Deeba and Farrah getting high on New Zealand ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny to remember how me and Ikhwan totally cringed and pretended not to know them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We were united to ignore their crazy antics. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That was a first. Usually I totally ignore older guys coz you know. I'm shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;..Haha. &lt;em&gt;Yelah &lt;/em&gt;Aween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, I actually managed to talk to him without blushing or tripping over my words. But he was seriously the sweetest guy I ever met. Super polite and very cute. Haha. If you're reading this Ikhwan. &lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt; get a big-head.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just still very impressed over the fact that he could introduce himself to my mum even though he was super shy and afraid my mum would bite his head off. :P \&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My mum's not like that. She was impressed with him too. Unlike &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; else.&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*cough* *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ok, whole other story there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our meal and then Kausy's cake came.&lt;br /&gt;It was chocolate banana cake! I was silently going &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Omg! I haven't eaten this in a year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I used to have that for every birthday since I was 5 till I was 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Talked more. Sakun shared her Moscow stories.&lt;br /&gt;Mauli and Div became very high.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kausy chatted companionably while Sakun was left to fend for herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then I left with cake :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, pray for the guy that becomes Mauli's boyfriend or husband.&lt;br /&gt;He'll need it. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;imsofull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7671383527312221344?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7671383527312221344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7671383527312221344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7671383527312221344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7671383527312221344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/howdy.html' title='Howdy'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-9150498896731541308</id><published>2009-07-18T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:53:42.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss being 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Didn't go to taekwondo today :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; missing class actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;But it's &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; business on why i don't go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't go pumping Shafique for info. He'll never tell the whole truth. That's my bro :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Practiced the piano a lot today but i felt like something was missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;My heart just wasn't in it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;That doesn't help when I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; songs to perform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;If I can actually master them in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm trying to master one page of each song every week. But that doesn't really add up to much in my opinion. Not when your partner is ready to sing her heart out and you're still squinting at the music sheet stabbing at the wrong notes. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Was invited to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;OldTown&lt;/span&gt; for a birthday lunch for Divya. Nish couldn't make it. It's a good thing actually. She had the chicken pox and is in the peeling stage and I've never had it. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'd like to keep it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Met Sakun. It was really awesome to talk to her. She bought me a scarf from Moscow. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;She forgot the cute Russian guy i asked for. :( I checked. He wasn't in the bag she brought the scarves in. &lt;i&gt;Hahaha&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;She just finished her 1st year in medical school in Russia. The interesting facts about the human body and preserved corpses she told me...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reeeaaally&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; cool. Disgusting. But. Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Walked over to the bike shop when mum called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Decided not to get 2 separate bikes and just asked mum to get a really good bike me and Shafique can share. It's black and white mountain bike.&lt;i&gt; Superb&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then guess what. We went back to OldTown because mum wanted a drink. The girls were still there. Mum had a chat with Sakun. She was all&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt; "Oh you're so tiny! And so pretty!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; She is. But she's taken. And by a very sweet guy btw :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;That's a story to tell.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Classic &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We met in medical school"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;chatchatchatchat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then we went back home, got Hazeem's bike and went to the park to play with his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love little kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously the little boys were lost in their own world but i like talking to Aina. She didn't talk much but she is the dreamiest and prettiest 4 year old i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The boys stuck in their own world and Aina stuck in hers, me and Shafique decided to hang out together. I haven't played with him in forever. I kinda miss our kid moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;We ran around like idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Ran along with Aina on her bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Almost got run over by Akbar the future rempit. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Tried out the slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Hung on the monkey bars. Shafique pulled me off the monkey bars :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Played catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Swung on the swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;At one point I asked Shafique to push me higher on the swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;He did and I had a flashback to when I was 5 and he was 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I would be the one pushing him on the swings. Being the good sister I was and because all I knew was to protect my little brother and make him happy. Along with loving my mum and stuff obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was&lt;b&gt; uber&lt;/b&gt; protective of Shafique back then. I still care about him. I just can't care like I used to. I don't know how to handle a hormonal teenage guy. &lt;i&gt;LOL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So yeah, back to the swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Shafique pushed me till I felt like i would almost fly off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even though at one point I screaming for him to stop and my fingers were hurting from holding onto the metal chains so tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;*rolls eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the brother I care so much about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss being 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-9150498896731541308?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/9150498896731541308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=9150498896731541308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/9150498896731541308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/9150498896731541308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-being-5.html' title='I miss being 5'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7569587797952594048</id><published>2009-07-17T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:01:34.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bothered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm thinking about making my blog private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a good idea I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give it more thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zureen what's the one thing that you &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to have in a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speaks &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; You're hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And the guys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;here are too. At English. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;g&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7569587797952594048?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7569587797952594048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7569587797952594048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7569587797952594048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7569587797952594048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/bothered.html' title='Bothered'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-8353138921521577380</id><published>2009-07-17T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:11:27.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My secret that i've been &lt;em&gt;'keeping' &lt;/em&gt;is that i'm moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not house by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving S.M.K. Kota Kemuning and going to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;APIIT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Azureen who used to make fun of Aletheia the Private School Girl is going to be one herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna affect anyone except me actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously, since i'm going to another school i won't be seeing my classmates much if at all.&lt;br /&gt;I mean even when i'm in another class i hardly see my friends in other classes so a different school is a whole big thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss them loads.&lt;br /&gt;4 Science 3 is an awesome class.&lt;br /&gt;The chats and boy talk with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;The silly talks and funny antics the guys do.&lt;br /&gt;I just started talking to a few guys properly and then i'm leaving. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say i'm too sad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad that i'm leaving my friends but i've always wanted this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pretty nervous of having to enter a new school.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems they are gonna be a few new form 4 students too in &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;APIIT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was starting at the same time as them. They're starting next week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting next month. But next week may be my last week at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lots of stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;New uniforms, scrounging for textbooks, clearing out anything that belongs to SMKKK and etc.&lt;br /&gt;We're looking for second-hand stuff since it's almost the end of the year and there's no point in getting new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I have almost everything already. Maulika was nice enough to give me Chakra's old textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;APIIT&lt;/span&gt; uses a few different books but i dunno. Maybe the teachers will excuse me if i can't find them. Doubt it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;prettyexcited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-8353138921521577380?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8353138921521577380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=8353138921521577380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8353138921521577380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8353138921521577380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/official.html' title='Official'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-8286914947551039244</id><published>2009-07-16T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:04:28.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shane Dawson makes me giggle :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;One last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i am such a &lt;em&gt;noob&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; seem to put on the Embed code thingy here i'll just give you the link to a Shane Dawson vid you must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIkGkvpS3FQ&amp;amp;annotation_id=annotation_538195&amp;amp;feature=iv"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIkGkvpS3FQ&amp;amp;annotation_id=annotation_538195&amp;amp;feature=iv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, he is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;He kinda reminds me of you Em. :D&lt;br /&gt;Really, the face he makes at 1:25 is soo classic Em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing for him. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe coz he reminds me of you Em?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...ok no. I'm no lezzie.&lt;br /&gt;I like guys. I mean obviously, i have a thing for Shane. Not for you Em. We are&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L.E.Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but let's just leave it at initials ok? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thank you Nadrah &lt;em&gt;(and Shane :D)&lt;/em&gt; for lighting up my days and making me laugh like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-8286914947551039244?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8286914947551039244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=8286914947551039244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8286914947551039244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8286914947551039244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/shane-dawson-makes-me-giggle-d.html' title='Shane Dawson makes me giggle :D'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3200584493579170060</id><published>2009-07-16T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:26:03.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i know i didn't go to school today but it was for a good personal reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tak malas ok Farrah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I had my shower and dressed etc. when suddenly...i'm not telling! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mum brought me and my brothers out and we went to &lt;em&gt;_ _ _ _ _&lt;/em&gt; to finalise and ask about some stuff and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(the secret shall be unveiled soon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Subang Parade for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;We ate at&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Manhattan Fish Market&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! Hazeem got offered to get his picture taken and put in a magazine by the marketing manager? Cool &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want his picture taken though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shafique tried to convince him and he got &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; upset.&lt;br /&gt;We should've told him what mum said. Which was, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know if you let him take your picture, you would probably have gotten money to buy more toys."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn...&lt;/strong&gt;me and Shafique &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; didn't think of that at all.&lt;br /&gt;We tried flattery.. Didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then mum came back from doing some stuff and the marketing manager came over. So she asked him, do you want to do it and Hazeem, being &lt;strong&gt;very...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;menopausal&lt;/em&gt;, ran out of the restaurant. Mum went after him of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So &lt;em&gt;blablablabla&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The guy felt so bad that he asked the staff to cancel our order of Seafood Platter for Two off the bill and we only had to pay for the drinks.&lt;em&gt; Heehee.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;That guy shouldn't have really. Hazeem was angry with &lt;strong&gt;us.&lt;/strong&gt; Not him.&lt;em&gt; erk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for Hazeem to calm down. Not a very promising start to his would-be marvelous child modeling career. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Mum convinced him to behave about it if it ever happens again. Which i doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;Off to do some add maths and read history! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know! Zureen...doing add maths? On her own? With no one else&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or their book&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; around?! Haha, i do it ok. Well, now anyway. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shane Dawson ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3200584493579170060?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3200584493579170060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3200584493579170060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3200584493579170060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3200584493579170060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/oops.html' title='oops..'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7870474898445945114</id><published>2009-07-15T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:31:42.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Sl29BtSVqgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pk-0Bia_i2E/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Sl29BtSVqgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pk-0Bia_i2E/s400/Photo+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358646968674789890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Look at Divya's cute eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Sl29BTE6RcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/op9xvHdM-X8/s1600-h/Photo+11.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/_1PGICoJY2bY/Sl29BTE6RcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/op9xvHdM-X8/s400/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358646961639146946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mauli says i look like a cartoon character. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Sl29A9MoMMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yHV8KTVP3Kk/s1600-h/Photo+12.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/_1PGICoJY2bY/Sl29A9MoMMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yHV8KTVP3Kk/s400/Photo+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358646955765936322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;She tasted sweet btw. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Sl29A2CZCOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4rw8-D_f_eM/s1600-h/Photo+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Sl29A2CZCOI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4rw8-D_f_eM/s400/Photo+14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358646953843951842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Angels.. Pfft..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Sl29AXKI8xI/AAAAAAAAAEM/N5L4faVG_3o/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Sl29AXKI8xI/AAAAAAAAAEM/N5L4faVG_3o/s400/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358646945554952978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Our favourite picture. It's soo retro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;bestfriendsforever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7870474898445945114?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7870474898445945114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7870474898445945114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7870474898445945114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7870474898445945114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/Sl29BtSVqgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pk-0Bia_i2E/s72-c/Photo+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-4444487503247792012</id><published>2009-07-14T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:24:26.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taekwondo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>12th, International Taekwondo Tournament</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yea, i did lotsa stuff on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Well not really, but my day was filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for my name to be called during the CPR exam, Hafizah told me that there was an international taekwondo tournament going on in Stadium Malawati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now obviously, i want to see more sparring matches but add in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'international' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and i'm all ears. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;So after finishing the exam i quickly called my mum and asked if Farrah, Amalia and me could go watch the tournament and for a ride since &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; none of us can drive.&lt;br /&gt;She said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked us up and we had lunch in Tesco.&lt;br /&gt;It was Farrah's first time there.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i blame her dad for never going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place is &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; racist. If your face isn't Malay enough don't expect anyone to take notice of you.&lt;br /&gt;My mum was looking at some phones and asking the price and that idiotic Malay salesman gave her a sideways glance and went back to serving the Malay family in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;I was very close to shouting at him. Mum stopped me. :/&lt;br /&gt;Don't think i wouldn't. I've yelled swear words at a lady is Carrefour for trying to belittle my mum. The look on her face was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when i called her a bitch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;munchmunchmunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and mum sent us to the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Got there and as soon as we entered me and Amalia's jaws dropped. Farrah's didn't because she doesn't like &lt;em&gt;mat salleh&lt;/em&gt;..oh, and she's loyal to her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the dropped jaws is as soon as we entered the stadium a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hot Australian competitor walked past us.&lt;br /&gt;Now we aren't the kinda of lame Asians who's eyes get huge and round &lt;em&gt;everytime&lt;/em&gt; a foreigner walks by coz, if there is nothing to look at, &lt;strong&gt;there's nothing to look at&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But Amalia turned to me and said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Thank you Aween."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because really, it was like hot athlete heaven. Ahaha.. She was saying why did her sister stop taekwondo coz then she would probably be competing in these kinds of competitions and Amalia could've been introduced to alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now anyway, we went around the stadium alot because we wanted to look at all the teams. We saw &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thailand&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (2 teams), &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sri Lanka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and i think we saw a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nigerian&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Didn't catch any match except for Australian and Malaysian matches.&lt;br /&gt;We also had a&lt;em&gt; 'competition'&lt;/em&gt; to see who could get the most smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i am shorter than the two beauties and have braces i was obviously out of the running. Meaning i did not get any smiles because the tall people didn't look far down. They saw Amalia and Farrah and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ooooooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I hate you guys. Hhahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ok. I'm not that lame.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind. &lt;em&gt;Takpe&lt;/em&gt;. Nanti i dapat bf dari Perancis ke ape...Haha. Yea right. Don't be lame Zureen (-_-')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we were in our First Aid clothes still and all these guys kept making lame jokes&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(trying to get out attention)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; "Oh sakit perut."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and etc. There was this guy who started limping in front of us and shouting that his leg was in pain. Liars and losers all of them. But it was entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we got bored and went to Petronas. Farrah wanted to go to Giant but i didn't really feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;I was joking about what if as soon as we left then someone needed our help in the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way back. As we were nearing the stadium we heard ambulance sirens. &lt;strong&gt;Omg.&lt;/strong&gt; Imagine my horror. Ruzana called and said that someone had a fit or a stroke or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we found out that it was actually a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a Malaysian athlete's father.&lt;br /&gt;He was pronounced dead at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;We had a minute of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after all the matches were over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Malaysian won &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt; by the way.&lt;/span&gt; His opponent was an Australian. &lt;strong&gt;It was an amazing match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one match a Malaysian supporter kept yelling &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Malaysia Boleh! Malaysia Boleh!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was cool but i don't know why when he suddenly said&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Malaysia Can! Malaysia Can!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i burst out laughing. My laughter was pretty loud and i had to stifle it in Farrah's shirt. :D&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the literal translation thing that is pretty hilarious with Malaysian English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was one match where the guy got kicked in the nuts..Ahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys are probably wincing in pain &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(the athlete did)&lt;/span&gt; but it looked hilarious from up in the stands.&lt;br /&gt;The Malaysian supporter started saying really loudly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Eh! Don't play ball lah!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the bloody long story and no pics.&lt;br /&gt;It would be longer but i'll spare you the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't bring a camera.&lt;br /&gt;Farrah's died during the CPR exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-4444487503247792012?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4444487503247792012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=4444487503247792012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4444487503247792012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4444487503247792012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/12th-international-taekwondo-tournament.html' title='12th, International Taekwondo Tournament'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-8337087605956498819</id><published>2009-07-13T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:55:17.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11th and 12th, CPR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I spent the weekend at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noo&lt;/em&gt;, i'm not a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;But what's wrong with nerds anyway, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you know...ok, off the topic already :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a first aid course and exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we revised whatever we learnt.&lt;br /&gt;Like how to bandage a broken arm and what kind of knot we should use.&lt;br /&gt;We also did CPR on a dummy. It was fun, but very annoying coz i think the dummy was broken or something. No matter how much you tilted the head, pinched the nose or sealed your lips to the dummy's mouth, the chest would not rise.&lt;br /&gt;I think i did it correct anyway because the guy who came to help refresh our memories didn't comment.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i answered his question correctly and he had a look of surprise on his face.&lt;br /&gt;I think coz i was really nervous and he expected me to fumble.&lt;br /&gt;The question was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"When do you start CPR?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that it was very basic right? It is. But people get it wrong anyway coz they'll say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"When the person is unconscious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but the answer is &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"When the person is unconscious &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; is not breathing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards for the few of us who stayed on, he gave &lt;em&gt;soalan bocor&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you anyway. He was a very scary instructor but in the end he was pretty fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday we had our first aid exam.&lt;br /&gt;The person who taught us all those weeks back came. His name was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Silas&lt;/span&gt;. But somehow or rather i keep thinking of him as &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir&lt;/em&gt; Silas&lt;/span&gt;. I think people were calling him sir.&lt;br /&gt;He's really nice and very fun to learn from. Of course, he &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; show us pictures of amputated limbs and stuff on our first day :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had the paper exam first.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, this was the most nerve wracking part. I didn't study at all the day before and felt unprepared compared to everyone else. Thank God for the extra hour of reading in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how i did on it because he never told us our marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, me, Amalia and Farrah went to 7-E for our &lt;em&gt;'breakfast'&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Eating Maggi is such a nutritious way to start the day. :P&lt;br /&gt;We ate while waiting for our turn in the hall for the practical part of the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This involved doing CPR on a dummy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;(a mannequin, not a dumb person :P)&lt;/span&gt; and Silas would ask us questions after completing a cycle or two&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(2 breaths, 30 compression=1 cycle).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did alright. He corrected me on where to place the palm of my hand but other than that i got on with it alright.&lt;br /&gt;The question he asked me was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"When do you stop CPR?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Can you see? First it was when do i start, then it was, when do i stop.&lt;br /&gt;Ticking it off with my fingers i answered:&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the ambulance arrives. When the patient regains consciousness or starts coughing. When someone else is going to take over and when you are too tired and no one else is around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while waiting, me, Farrah, Amalia and Jean sat down at the school entrance thing and started to &lt;em&gt;chatchatchat&lt;/em&gt; and listened to MJ songs.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Farrah and I decided to dance like the Thriller music video.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we had fun. Jean recorded us and it was hilarious to watch ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys who passed by were too embarrassed to look at us.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we were pretty embarrassing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Amalia and Farrah started to...urm...violate Jean. Ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Some form 1 boys passed by and look slight embarrassed and horrified. I pity them. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having so much fun we didn't realise how quiet everything was and that everyone had gathered inside the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Our whole batch passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are now certified first aiders!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I like the feeling of being useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Useful&lt;/em&gt; ok? &lt;strong&gt;Not used&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i'll lock lips with you anytime ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-8337087605956498819?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8337087605956498819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=8337087605956498819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8337087605956498819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8337087605956498819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/11th-and-12th-cpr.html' title='11th and 12th, CPR'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-5041174960406145387</id><published>2009-07-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:09:31.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr. Right,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know you're out there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we've met, maybe we haven't but when we realise it I'm sure it'll be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know that I'll always try my best to be &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms. Perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I'm only human and sometimes i just need you to be my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You know, the strong and silent type. Just hold me tight when I'm overcome with tears and assure me everything will be alright when I'm really upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You know I'll always be true and darling, i expect nothing less from you. Of course, there are always better looking people but at the end of the day you're my one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need expensive gifts or luxurious outings.&lt;br /&gt;Just make me laugh even if I'm already in stitches and tell me I'm amazing. Even if you know that i won't believe you. :)&lt;br /&gt;The little things that make you who you are, are the things that will make me fall in love with you even more every single day you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear,&lt;br /&gt;I hope we won't fight a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I know we can't be perfect but let's just talk first ok?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll be the cool head to my sometimes fiery temper.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold me back from doing the things i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;If you're worried about something, talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and look at it from your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can accept me for the person i am.&lt;br /&gt;The most &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;contradictory&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;volatile&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;enigmatic&lt;/span&gt; girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm asking quite a bit but if you can try and understand and accept me for who i am, I'll try my best to understand and accept you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iloveyou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-5041174960406145387?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5041174960406145387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=5041174960406145387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5041174960406145387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5041174960406145387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-mr-right.html' title='Dear Mr. Right,'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-5615946977966085942</id><published>2009-07-12T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:52:48.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's painful you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gila&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;overwhelmed at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happened today just seems too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like swallowing some pills and drifting off to eternal sleep.&lt;br /&gt;That way, nothing can bother me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Icriedjustnow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish stuff would just get confirmed so aku ndak payah fikir2 lagi.&lt;br /&gt;I wish/hope aku dapat pindah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i wasn't such a nerd yang ndak faham lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i wasn't such an emotional freak.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i never met you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i never said&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i didn't try anything and stayed feeble Zurin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I wish i never meant anything i said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But i meant every single word and that's the saddest part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i know, we're too different.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to beat the stupid stereotype but i was the one to break down and agree with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know.&lt;br /&gt;If i kept going on, memang i'll have tons of paranoid and jealous moments. Probably &lt;em&gt;memang &lt;/em&gt;kita gaduh kan?&lt;br /&gt;I know, i would probably also have those seventh heaven moments too but i know, that i hate those kinds of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a teenage relationship where the guy and girl after a while, every few months &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Okay, i want to break up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and then, they get back together. Sakit kepala aku saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess i'll wait yea?&lt;br /&gt;Like i always say,&lt;br /&gt;I want to make sure it's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr.Right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and not &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr.Right-Now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is my saviour.&lt;br /&gt;She said to me&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; "You're a late bloomer. But in the end, girls like you get the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You guys may not think that's much but to me it's like the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly how i feel at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'm stumbling along a dark winding tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with only &lt;strong&gt;hope &lt;/strong&gt;to keep me going forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ihatebeingalone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-5615946977966085942?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5615946977966085942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=5615946977966085942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5615946977966085942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5615946977966085942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-painful-you-know.html' title='it&apos;s painful you know?'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-3340028804918505597</id><published>2009-07-10T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:59:36.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SlcQGREWmaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BG4gmuUzWig/s1600-h/Awww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356767981627414946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SlcQGREWmaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BG4gmuUzWig/s400/Awww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabahan humour: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dia cute, aku biut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby bro is a sweetheart sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know my editing sucks but i just had to try something.&lt;br /&gt;This was the picture that called to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if anyone steals this picture and somehow makes it offensive or calls it their own, i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tear you limb from limb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-3340028804918505597?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3340028804918505597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=3340028804918505597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3340028804918505597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/3340028804918505597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/awww.html' title='Awww'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SlcQGREWmaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BG4gmuUzWig/s72-c/Awww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7024866422796104926</id><published>2009-07-10T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:21:54.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's finally sunk in about my going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take for something like this to sink in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a while if you understand what i've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sunk in when mum was asking me if i knew where we could get second-hand textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;(it's almost the end of the year, why would i need new textbooks?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was racking my brains and then i remembered that i have friends who have older brothers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, i won't ask the older brothers. I'll ask the older brother's friends :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm going to ask my friend's older brother's friend :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they have them still.&lt;br /&gt;And i hope they're nice enough to give them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'llbeyourverybestfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7024866422796104926?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7024866422796104926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7024866422796104926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7024866422796104926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7024866422796104926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-9164161036688353486</id><published>2009-07-10T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:21:28.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've told almost everyone that I'm leaving next month.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't told a few coz I'm afraid of the way they'll react.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i have a feeling that they'll be rather jealous in a bad way and start talking about me behind my back.&lt;em&gt; What kind of friends are those yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people were joking but you know, no one says anything that they don't slightly mean.&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; have to say&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "Wow, it's so awesome you're going there. Good luck!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i just hear &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"I hate you. Why not use that money to go to college? Wah! So rich wan. Useless only go to that school"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It stings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's hard enough to know that your new school might be filled with snobs and no one might want to be your friend but it's harder when you feel like your friends don't really care that you're moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, when you've been at 1 school for a long time, you know the inner workings.&lt;br /&gt;You know how far you can push the limits of everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;That's the way i feel anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the new kid almost every year till standard 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when i had to 'settle' down at SMKKK, i couldn't wait to get out and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm kinda sad to leave.&lt;br /&gt;As much as i got hurt, the bitter memories and etc. There were tons of amazing memories that happened.&lt;br /&gt;They're not even the huge events in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;These memories are the times my friends would make a dirty joke knowing I'd go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Ewww".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The cheeky things the guys would say in class to lighten up the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The times that a teacher didn't come and we could all gossip like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The 'rajin' class moments like when we had to do our PEKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The feeling of being united as a class when the teachers pick on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The cheekiness, the sarcasm, the jokes, the laughter, the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll miss all that and more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm making the most of it and i want to make some more lasting memories with my friends with what little time i have left with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Farah have decided to ignore idiots and do our stuff together :D&lt;br /&gt;For us and not to impress anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2moro there's the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First Aid&lt;/span&gt; revisory thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have &lt;em&gt;'fun'&lt;/em&gt; seeing gruesome pictures with Farrah and Amalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I won't be gone till the 31st and I'm bringing a pie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-9164161036688353486?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/9164161036688353486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=9164161036688353486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/9164161036688353486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/9164161036688353486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-8484278854808145026</id><published>2009-07-09T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:35:05.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This whole thing seems pretty confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i refuse to feel excited too much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've been disappointed a dozen times about this thing and i keep wating to hear &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Haha, ok. We were just joking. It's not gonna happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to feel indifferent about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to be all &lt;em&gt;hushhush&lt;/em&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I want my jambu water :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-8484278854808145026?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8484278854808145026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=8484278854808145026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8484278854808145026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8484278854808145026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiya.html' title='Hiya'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-5996544008183887821</id><published>2009-07-08T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:58:46.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting stuff :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was a pretty exciting day today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have exciting news.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;breathtaking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shell-shocked.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;over-joyed that it has paralysed me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I can't say anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is confirmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"We have to be sneaky Charlie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Sneaky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Sneeeaaky."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Charlie the Unicorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the pictures of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; cast recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember now why i fell in love with&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Draco Malfoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tom Felton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 409px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356019216233572082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SlRnGYnEpvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/foOWILVvJX0/s320/2923_13292640018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;By the way, for those who don't know,&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Tom Felton&lt;/span&gt; is the blonde one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture quality here is lame.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to put the link. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, you guys don't have to realise how good-looking he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-5996544008183887821?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5996544008183887821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=5996544008183887821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5996544008183887821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/5996544008183887821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/exciting-stuff-d.html' title='exciting stuff :D'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/SlRnGYnEpvI/AAAAAAAAAD8/foOWILVvJX0/s72-c/2923_13292640018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2824108631588030062</id><published>2009-07-07T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:15:49.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On A High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just came back from piano class and i am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am on a high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Honestly, i almost decided to stop classes for a while after my exam because i lost my passion but learning with teacher Victor has reignited that passion.&lt;br /&gt;It's the fact that he's playing for me songs that are really beautiful. He's also teaching me to be a performer and showing me how to be confident with what i do and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also the fact that when he says you're good, you know he's not lying or saying it to be nice. In other words, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he doesn't bullshit. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I played my adored Richard Clayderman song for him and he said i played beautifully. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bangga!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. But really, after i finished playing he said to Maulika &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"You asked me how do you play confidently. This is how you play confidently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He said that it was so obvious that i loved that song. Even though it's his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"enemy's"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; song. :P&lt;br /&gt;I have not gotten fed up of that song yet. Been playing it at least 20 times a day. There's always something more i feel that i can make better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it looks like I'm playing&lt;strong&gt; 3&lt;/strong&gt; songs for the end-of-year concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. Hit the Road Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It's a jazz song and i won't be in the spotlight. &lt;em&gt;Pfft&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. I'm the accompanist. The spotlight will be on this girl Puteri who will be singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(she has an amazing voice *jealous* lol )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We did some changes and decided to change the name &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt; and woman to man. If you heard the song, you'll understand why. We'll have to wear matching black outfits it seems. Like the Blues Brothers or something...&lt;br /&gt;Cool right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. Sunrise, Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This is a solo piece which is nice and because I'm so pumped, it looks easy. I don't think I'll be saying that 2moro though. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This is a duet I'll be playing with Maulika. She almost begged teacher to have a song with me. It's a lovely song and i think rather appropriate because the concert is in December.&lt;br /&gt;We haven't decided who will be playing Secondo and Primo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am actually really excited to play even though i have never performed and this will be a pretty big show. Lots of guests from outside will be coming and this important person. We have to show that although we may not be a top-notch music center but we can perform as well as this VIP's students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm just really glad that i have 6 months to prepare. Phew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to fall asleep smiling tonight :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2824108631588030062?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2824108631588030062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2824108631588030062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2824108631588030062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2824108631588030062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-high.html' title='On A High'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2283686458908781390</id><published>2009-07-07T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:34:26.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiled Through The Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;School started out ok.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly En.Azmi called out all the form 4 classes for God knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know because i couldn't hear him and i was preoccupied with my throat which btw, is killing me!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know something a bit weird and stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Last night before i fell asleep properly, my throat was hurting so much that i mumbled to myself &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I think I'm going to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and then fell asleep. Haha, i told Jer that and he gave me a funny look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During P.E. i got hit on the face/nose by a basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My eyes watered up and everyone looked really worried but i smiled through the tears. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Look at post title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History, more fun. I'm being serious here ok. It's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;Amirul is handsome!? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ohemgee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was ok up to a point.&lt;br /&gt;I had to present the theme and moral values for 'Looking For A Rain God' and i don't know whether it was coz Jer kept &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(lamely)&lt;/span&gt; cheering me or that i presented really well but the whole class applauded for me. :) Yea, OK. &lt;em&gt;Big head big head&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then Pn.Norrita picked on me coz obviously, Jer was sitting next to me and chatting away like no 2moro. Sometimes it sucks sitting right in front. Teachers notice &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mod Math i couldn't concentrate coz my throat was acting up and i zoned out for a bit. Trying yet failing to do any work. Instead, i tried&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(i don't know if i succeeded)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to convince Jer that he needed to pay attention and do schoolwork and etc.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i think i failed that one. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.M. had a relief teacher for two periods. Yea! Snoozed for a moment and then decided to do my History notes. Then chatted to Farah and Rafizah. Adzmy and Jer were doing stupid things with the feather duster.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Farah and Rafizah talked about how our perfect wedding proposal's would be. :D&lt;br /&gt;Farah's involved a tropical island and mine involved a hotel lobby. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Add Math. I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; motivated now. I will ace my Add Math! Or at least pass it...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Guten Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2283686458908781390?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2283686458908781390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2283686458908781390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2283686458908781390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2283686458908781390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/smiled-through-tears.html' title='Smiled Through The Tears'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7511476086837320906</id><published>2009-07-06T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:02:34.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Took a quiz on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You hide your emotion sometimes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You tend to be the quiet type or in contrast, you are not happy but sometimes you act it out in order for you to not burden your friends with your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You've faced some problems in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(if only you knew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Your heart has been dealt blows before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(too many to count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You tend to think about things a lot more than other people, and you may get annoyed with people who act out without thinking about consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You are also the type of person that others often come to with their problems because you've been through plenty, and you are very understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Though you sometimes feel lonely, your demeanor is usually chill, and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You usually are logical, and rely a lot on facts and information on decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(i need the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You often keep things to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This is just one side of you, and you have different faces in different situations and environments, just like the moon has phases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Honestly, that was pretty accurate.&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how a quiz can sum me up so quick when i've had to struggle to describe myself so many times.&lt;br /&gt;I should print that out and hand it out to anybody who asks me to describe myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;you can give without loving but you can never love without giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7511476086837320906?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7511476086837320906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7511476086837320906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7511476086837320906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7511476086837320906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-true.html' title='So True'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-1294242382128745412</id><published>2009-07-06T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:00:48.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Let's try to sum up school really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surin was being an ass &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;, trying to make me feel guilty due to the fact that i won't let him sit next to me in class.&lt;br /&gt;En.Suresh was being very annoying a condescending while we were doing our Bio experiments. He was very unfair and made me really angry. I'm pretty sure he could hear me cursing him. I really didn't try to hide the fact that i felt like shouting at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was fun. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know!&lt;/span&gt; Amazing right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Ban Y.S&lt;/span&gt;.. First, teacher totally ignored him after questioning me. Which we btw, totally laughed about. Then, she gave him a hard time about Abu Bakar al-Siddiq's &lt;em&gt;'princess', &lt;/em&gt;Asma'.&lt;br /&gt;But not as hard as &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Adzmy&lt;/span&gt; who had to memorise all 10 facts and kept repeating them over and over and over again. Which again, me and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ban Y.S.&lt;/span&gt; laughed about. A lot. Hahaha, sorry &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Adzmy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blablablabla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Plaza Masalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch after school with mum, dad and Hazeem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Farrah, you were right. The Hainanese Fried Rice tasted good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you knooow, when i went to pay the ticket at the auto-pay machine there was a reaaally good-looking....okok, &lt;em&gt;handsome&lt;/em&gt; guy waiting behind me. He looked Italian but on closer inspection, he looked kinda Arab. He would be what my mum calls, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;refined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. *&lt;em&gt;swoon&lt;/em&gt;* hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;He is number 2 on my list of drop-dead gorgeous foreigners. :P&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i totally made that list up. &lt;strong&gt;There is no list&lt;/strong&gt;. But i should make one :D&lt;br /&gt;Number 1 was when we sent Divya's mum to a convention.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me girls, when i say drop-dead gorgeous. I &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt; drop-dead gorgeous. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, i'm so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i feel another sore throat coming. It itches and it's painful.&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?! I've been on and off the flu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that my muscles are still kinda spasming from the taekwondo class.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why my back hurts though. Oh yea. Been practicing the bridge. Grace will be &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Auf Wiedersehen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-1294242382128745412?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1294242382128745412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=1294242382128745412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1294242382128745412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1294242382128745412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-try-to-sum-up-school-really-fast.html' title='Bonjour'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-4679353920337955275</id><published>2009-07-05T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:02:54.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night chat :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I regret not going to taekwondo for a month.&lt;br /&gt;But what could i do? Stuff kept me busy. It was only last week's class that i didn't go on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, my muscles are &lt;strong&gt;aching&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know somebody reading this is probably going&lt;em&gt; 'padan muka'&lt;/em&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like i promised Nabeel, i shall put up a snippet of our convo from msn here :)&lt;br /&gt;You probably thought i wouldn't do it. &lt;em&gt;Riiight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Presenting &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nabeel&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i hate guys sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;why? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;they can eat and eat and eat and not get fat easily&lt;br /&gt;i hate ur metabolism&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;at least u dnt have to live with balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;ewwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seriously!&lt;br /&gt;it's a friggin burden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'd like to know. What guy says that?&lt;br /&gt;If it's all of you.....&lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you'refunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-4679353920337955275?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4679353920337955275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=4679353920337955275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4679353920337955275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/4679353920337955275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/late-night-chat.html' title='late night chat :)'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-1859432382534485007</id><published>2009-07-04T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:27:30.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue belt? :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ya'know ya'know ya'knooow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally exhausted but i feel ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grading was good. Except for the fact that i muttered 'fck' alot under my breath for doing a few mistakes. It's not going to kill me though. And hopefully not my chances of getting my blue belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's not reading this&lt;br /&gt;buuut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really hate the examiner.&lt;br /&gt;No offence but &lt;em&gt;honestly&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The way he looked at a lot of groups and especially ours.&lt;br /&gt;Like we were painful to watch. &lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyways, all in all, taekwondo was ok.&lt;br /&gt;It was just a bit awkward since that guy was there but i learnt to swing my head in another direction and hang out with the Chinese lasses instead of the usual people.&lt;br /&gt;He is a wimp and would never approach me around people he doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, he never approached me around people he &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like wimpy guys who lie through their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;At least be brave enough to talk to the person you supposedly like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;There are a million and one fish out there.&lt;br /&gt;But, the thing is, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don't like fishing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hiya Nabeel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p.s. i wrote most of  the post in blue in hopes of my blue belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-1859432382534485007?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1859432382534485007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=1859432382534485007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1859432382534485007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/1859432382534485007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/blue-belt.html' title='blue belt? :]'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-8662750280330818936</id><published>2009-07-03T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:15:28.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Lucky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm bloody nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taekwondo exam is 2moro and voila! Obviously, i'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, that &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt; will be there and again, &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt;, i feel very uncomfortable with him around.&lt;br /&gt;Please God, give me the strength to get through the exam and pass.&lt;br /&gt;Then, you can break my leg or strike me with high fever for 5 days. I don't mind. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nerves go away.&lt;br /&gt;Taeguk please don't stray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrah if you're reading this. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;ihateguilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-8662750280330818936?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8662750280330818936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=8662750280330818936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8662750280330818936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/8662750280330818936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-lucky.html' title='How Lucky...'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-7599257913423212027</id><published>2009-07-02T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:58:37.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tata thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Good news! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(There's also bad news)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be more exact, my mum found it. I gave up &lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt; ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blessing in disguise, losing my phone.&lt;br /&gt;And you people who would probably go into a coma if you lost your phones are probably shaking your head. &lt;em&gt;Pfft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can live without the hand phone. It made it hard to plan stuff but i could live without it.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer human interaction and music. Now if i lost my IpodTouch, &lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt; i would go comatose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the bad news. My dad barred my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. He didn't know my phone was lost and when he heard that it had been lost for quite a while, he decided to bar the number. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;It seems, not an hour later, my mum found my phone. What is this?! The cosmos trying to tell me something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all you people who have been finding it hard to contact me, who were probably cheering just now... Y'all will have to wait another a few days or so to be able to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't hurt me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school was ok.&lt;br /&gt;Today i semangat buat add math and mod math sendiri. :)&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish off the add math work today. I didn't do quite a bit. So, i think i wont go out and just stay home and finish everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the person who collects the books and send it to teacher at the end of the week, yet i'm also the one who frequently doesn't do her work or send the workbook on time. What is this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-7599257913423212027?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7599257913423212027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=7599257913423212027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7599257913423212027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/7599257913423212027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/tata-thursday.html' title='tata thursday'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530993216378797477.post-2232366850783869050</id><published>2009-07-01T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:45:48.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wednesday :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just read Farrah's blog.&lt;br /&gt;I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;em&gt;awww,&lt;/em&gt; you don't want to see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why lah..&lt;br /&gt;I look horrible when i cry! &lt;strong&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can just hear you say &lt;em&gt;"Ngok la Aween ni."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out with Divya and the gang today.&lt;br /&gt;Watched 17 Again. Movie was awesome and hilarious. And no, it wasn't the fact that Zac Efron was in it. It was just a really good movie.&lt;br /&gt;Met Kak Myira &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(is that the right spelling?)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She was sitting right behind me.&lt;br /&gt;She's funny. We were watching a movie trailor about&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(another)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; end of the world movie and she was like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Takut tak? Bagus sembahyang banyak banyak.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ok, doesn't look funny but i realise that she's an over-the-top kind of person and that's really cool. I'm pretty boring in comparison. :/&lt;br /&gt;I think she was on a date. The guy must have been a bit blur? We were chatting before the movie and i kinda didn't acknowledge that he was there. Heh. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried dresses in Nichii and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a hot foreigner that made Mauli's jaw drop. &lt;strong&gt;Literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pris invited me to her house.&lt;br /&gt;I love talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk to each other alot but honestly, i feel like we needed more than 2 hours to really talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Plus picking her brain and asking her opinion on stuff is amazing. I don't know. She's the kind of person i would love to meet all the time because they always have something new to teach you even if they don't mean to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i noticed i can sum up a pretty long day quickly but when it comes to a lame day at school, i have tons to say. &lt;em&gt;Weeeiirrd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Maybe the events that happen in a lame day at school is more interesting than a long day out? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Buenos Noches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530993216378797477-2232366850783869050?l=rockerbydesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2232366850783869050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530993216378797477&amp;postID=2232366850783869050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2232366850783869050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530993216378797477/posts/default/2232366850783869050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockerbydesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-wednesday-p.html' title='Weekend Wednesday :p'/><author><name>azureen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08553414251794514144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1PGICoJY2bY/TSKAfhiBpII/AAAAAAAAAK8/U7iU2lW9UBE/S220/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-12-31%2Bat%2B23.57%2B%25234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
