<?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-4576241565374253511</id><updated>2012-02-13T06:59:56.418+08:00</updated><category term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><category term='FUCK YOU'/><category term='Life is but a dream for the dead.'/><category term='If I could turn back time.'/><category term='cik nini.'/><category term='Dare to be me?'/><category term='If i could turn back time'/><category term='cik nini'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Life is but a dream for the dead'/><category term='I miss you Azmie...'/><category term='FUCK YOUS'/><category term='I&apos;m a Believer'/><category term='Oh Happy Days.'/><category term='Haters are losers.'/><category term='Fallen Angel'/><title type='text'>Another Way To Numb My Mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>432</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-209239321688145380</id><published>2012-02-13T06:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T06:59:56.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cik nini.'/><title type='text'>H a p p y B i r t h d a y N E V S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 22nd birthday Nini Evo Vaizura Sazali! Congratulations for being alive. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;First of all,I wanna thank everyone for the birthday wishes. I got 120 wishes on Facebook,31 wishes from Twitter and 5 text messages wishing me a happy birthday. Thank you all of you nice people on Earth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;I can't believe I turned 22 on Saturday.And you know what I did for my birthday?I went to the saloon and changed my hair style.Should I share it here?Hmm...I'll think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;I think as you get older,birthdays became nothing more than a reminder that you've aged which means,one step closer to your death.Yikes! But I don't want to think about that,at least for now.I just want to be grateful to God for giving me 22 years of life.That's a big number.And as I've said before,this year is going to be a drama-free life.I want to live a happy life for once.No pain,no heartache,no stress,no depression,no nothing.I've been through hell these past couple of years so please God merciful Lord,please please please make this year and the years to come better for me.Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;I got a cake this year.Didn't blow any candles though.Hahahaha...I got a blueberry cheesecake.Thank you mom and dad.The cake was absolutely delicious.I swear to God.It was purple and white.Oh,I don't have any picture of it because it was too delicious,I forgot to snap one.Haha.I love cheesecake!Oh,on a completely unrelated news,Liverpool lost 2-1 to Manchester United.Huhuhu.But Arsenal won against Sunderland 1-0.I am an Arsenal fan now.Go Gunners! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;I'm not a fan of parties.Some people love to throw parties on their birthdays.But not me.Unless an intimate gathering with a very small number of people (less than 10) consist of only close friends is considered as a party.Because I don't do very well in crowds.Just lunch or dinner or just pizzas and movies.I'm good.What matters to me is just birthday wishes.I don't mind even if Facebook reminder is what made them wished me a happy birthday.Even a simple HB.I don't mind it at all.Well,unless we're pretty damn close.Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Presents....Hmm... Presents are nice.I love presents.Everybody loves free stuff don't they?And I don't expect expensive presents.The simplest things would do.And for now I wish someone would give me a set of stationary.Hahaha.Because I kept losing my pens and eraser.I appreciate it when people give me things I could use compared to expensive things that are just for decorations.Pemadam dua puluh sen pun boleh.Hehehe.Wait,does it even cost that cheap these days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;The highlight of my birthday I think has to be reading all sorts of birthday wishes from everyone.Some just simply said HB.Others made it fun like Happy Nini Birthday.Got called by so many names too.Nini,Evo,Vaizura (wow all three!),Mrs J Andai,Mrs Azmie,Sus,Kak Nini,Awek J,Budak,Kawan,Pretty and so much more.All The Ulungs wished me in all different ways.One through Twitter,one through Facebook Chat,one made a Facebook status just for me and texted me too,one texted me and one wished me on Facebook and texted me too.The Ulungs,you guys are awesome!Thank you all again for those birthday wishes.Hehehe *90 degree bow*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;The boyfriend.I've never spent any of my birthdays since we're together in 2006 with him in flesh.We're always away from each other during my birthday.But its okay.I understand.Because in the future,I got to spend all my birthdays with him until the day I die. :) He made a countdown on the night of my birthday.We Skyped.And he sang me the birthday song. :) Ahhhh...Thank you sayang! He knows I love it when he sings for me.All I want for my birthday is Azmie and I got it,virtually.Alhamdulillah.Thank you God.That's the best birthday present a girl could ever wanted.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Thank you all for the birthday wishes.Its been a great 21 years of life.Now I'm going to add another one.I hope I'm always blessed. :) Till then,toodles~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;p/s : Here's a photo of 22 years old me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yo15OEkqSSw/TzhB7r_0-pI/AAAAAAAABHU/WJfA3piWPBU/s1600/Snapshot_20120213_14.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yo15OEkqSSw/TzhB7r_0-pI/AAAAAAAABHU/WJfA3piWPBU/s400/Snapshot_20120213_14.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #666666; text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : Azmie,I miss you so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-209239321688145380?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/209239321688145380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=209239321688145380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/209239321688145380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/209239321688145380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2012/02/h-p-p-y-b-i-r-t-h-d-y-n-e-v-s.html' title='H a p p y B i r t h d a y N E V S'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yo15OEkqSSw/TzhB7r_0-pI/AAAAAAAABHU/WJfA3piWPBU/s72-c/Snapshot_20120213_14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-4500288487738137863</id><published>2012-02-09T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:19:42.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fallen Angel'/><title type='text'>O n  R a i n y  D a y s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;there are three things in this world that i find hard to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;one, people who pluck their eyebrows too thin.won't it be weird? I&amp;nbsp;mean what's the point of plucking them out if you're just going to draw them back again?too much work don't you think?what's wrong with your God given eyebrows?&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;don't question this because I don't pluck mine.and I don't pluck mine not because I think mine's pretty.no they're hideous just like my face.but I'm a person who can't keep up,you know.emm...in other words,I can't maintain shit.its even a pain in the ass for me to maintain my hair let alone eyebrows. I think plucking eyebrows is too high&amp;nbsp;maintenance.besides,I don't know how to do it.but seriously. I don't get it.why do it?wouldn't it look weird once the make up is off?hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;two, why is it that I feel that ALMOST ALL the kids these days want to grow up so fast.damn it.&amp;nbsp;I'd&amp;nbsp;trade my life with all of you.chill out kiddos.take your time.and don't let the world overwhelm you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;three, politics. I've tried so hard to make myself understand it.but I just can't.you want to know why?because one person said this and another person said something else.and we can't simply trust people these days can we?why?because we'll end up dead if we do.how can you trust a person who talks bad about another person?ahh this thing.I think I'm just too stupid to understand.I'm not ignorant.I tried but I just can't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think there's no such thing as freedom of speech anymore.everyone's so judgemental.but hey,I ain't even mad.peace out V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-4500288487738137863?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4500288487738137863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=4500288487738137863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4500288487738137863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4500288487738137863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-n-r-i-n-y-d-y-s.html' title='O n  R a i n y  D a y s'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-15413052083540126</id><published>2012-02-05T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T16:58:34.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>5 T h i n g s A b o u t M y s e l f</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Honestly I'm bored. So I'm going to make a blog post about myself. Because I'm a narcissist and I'm good at it. Hahahahaha... Just kidding. I hate almost everything about myself. Really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;일 - I AM SENSITIVE WHEN IT COMES TO MY SIZE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate it when people mention anything about my size or make a reference to it. Even if their intentions were good. But I always find myself offended by it. And I've been hearing a lot of "Looks like you've gained a little weight" lately and it didn't come to my fondness. I blame winter. I've been eating like a monster since winter started. And since our house ran out of gas (back in Egypt),I had to order in almost everyday. And I tell you,Egyptian food does make you fat! I wanted to resort to eating instant noodles but my brain doesn't tolerate MSG very well these days and I was in need of every brain cells that I have for the exams. Eating too much instant noodles made me a little dumber than I should be. So kids,stay away from instant noodles during exams. Oh and I've been drinking too much coffee to help me stay up at night to study. Here's the thing about coffee,it contains&amp;nbsp;caffeine,which can increase the hydrochloric acid in your stomach thus! stimulating the 'I Want To Eat' center in your brain's hypothalamus. In other words,my caffeine consuming habit caused me to feel hungry all the time and I can't simply ignore this hunger because I have a history of peptic ulcer and gastritis so I must eat. Therefore I had broken the ultimate rule of diet, DO NOT EAT ANYTHING AFTER MIDNIGHT and I paid the price for that. Here I am now. Fat and unhappy. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BP154snxYsg/Ty5EPF4c5FI/AAAAAAAABHM/Egyq8e15RbM/s1600/tumblr_lovc9ezszR1qanxyso3_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BP154snxYsg/Ty5EPF4c5FI/AAAAAAAABHM/Egyq8e15RbM/s1600/tumblr_lovc9ezszR1qanxyso3_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;이 - I THINK I WANT TO BE A SPORTS DOCTOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;to me at the day of my flight back to Malaysia. I was with my friends at the waiting hall at the airport. Suddenly someone brought this topic up. And I was like, "That's a brilliant idea.Why didn't I think of that?". I am a sports fan. Well I don't do much sports these days but I'm a sports fan. I watch football, badminton, wrestling and boxing. Trivia, I'm a Liverpool FC fan since I was like six? I don't know. Back when Michael Owen was still Liverpool's biggest star and David Beckham was Manchester United's diamond in a rough I guess. I've been thinking. Maybe I should apply for this kind of position somewhere in the future. And last Monday I watched WWE RAW and John Laurinaitis went to greet the doctor at the side,and I thought to myself "I want to be that doctor!". I'm still young and I still have a long way to go. One goal at a time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;삼 - JUST BECAUSE I AM A HUGE FAN OF KOREAN POP DOESN'T MEAN THAT I DON'T LISTEN TO OTHER GENRES IN MUSIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pfft! B please, I listen to Metal even before you can differentiate between types of metal. Wait,that doesn't make any sense at all. (_ _") My point is,I listen to all kinds of music too. I'm a fan of Avenged Sevenfold,Queen,Lady Gaga and so much more. It's just that,I don't listen to Malay music. Oh and I HATE LOATHE Arab music. It sucks so bad. Not because 'I'm too hipster to listen to them' excuse,but because they are not of my interest. Everyone has that one kind of music that they don't like. Well same goes with me. I don't like Malay songs. So don't judge me for that. I only know the rock songs from the 80s &amp;amp; 90s because I was raised with those songs. When I was little,my late uncle always took care of us so that's why I know that kind of songs. But Malay songs these days... I can't even. But Anuar Zain's songs is an exception though. I like his songs. He is vocally talented and the lyrics are pure. Speaking about lyrics, Ebiet G.Ade,an Indonesian singer has the best lyrics ever. Well that's all I gotta say. JUST BECAUSE I AM A HUGE FAN OF KPOP DOESN'T MEAN THAT I DON'T LISTEN TO ANY OTHER MUSIC.Peace V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-If2dduHUv1o/Ty5DDqLq55I/AAAAAAAABHE/F1g6evtMFzo/s1600/tumblr_lhb9beJbta1qzzy73.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-If2dduHUv1o/Ty5DDqLq55I/AAAAAAAABHE/F1g6evtMFzo/s1600/tumblr_lhb9beJbta1qzzy73.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;사 - I AM A FAN OF REALITY TV SHOWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hola if you're the same. Yes I am a fan of American Idol, The Voice, America's Next Top Model, Junior Masterchef Australia, So You Think You Can Dance, KPOP Star, X-Factor, Amazing Race, The Challenger Muay Thai, The Biggest Loser and so much more you name it. I love the audition part of everything. And I love singing. Though I don't have a great voice. My perception of a great voice is when you can sing like Glee's Rachel Berry or have a tone voice like Scotty McCreery (I'm still not over his voice.Really).Voices that can make me go crazy inside and tears in my eyes. Honestly,I cried a little watching American Idol. Why don't we have voices like that here in Malaysia???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pheww... This is harder than I thought. Just four and I'm already running out of ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;오 - I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PUT SOME MAKE UP ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hahaha... This I consider this as a serious problem. The only thing I know how to put on is some eye liner. And I can't even do it properly! Smudge and all. Pfft... I was a tomboy back when I was a little girl. Growing up, I don't even own anything pink. I was more comfortable with T-shirt,pants and slippers as a kid. I was always mistaken for a boy too. A cute boy of course. And I can still do that up to this day. ;) Don't get me wrong. I would love to dress up like a woman. Well I have to since I'm turning 22 in less than a week! When I see other girls of my age post pictures of them on Facebook with make up on looking like a star,I'm like "Damn...What am I?". I can't go with 'Natural Beauty' excuse because hell I ain't pretty. Not even a little. But thank God,I have this wonderful man in my life who doesn't care if I put some make up on or not. Or even if I dress up like a homeless person,he'd love me for who I am. Guess that tops make up. Because some people look weird after all the make up is gone. Even the beautiful SNSD. But just to be clear,I have nothing against make up. &amp;nbsp;And Azmie consider yourself a lucky man because you don't have to spend anything on make up for me,because good cosmetics are pretty expensive! Hehehe. But you have to spend some money for shoes though. Because I love shoes! :D But don't worry,I'm not a shopaholic. :) My love don't cost a thing baby ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The title of this post was supposed to be 10 Things About Myself but since I ran out of ideas about myself,I'm settling with just 5. Hahahahaha. I am talking to myself again. Oh by the way, I want to thank everyone who had been reading my blog for the past three or four years? I don't know. But thank you so much for reading my thoughts. I appreciate it so much. Although my blog isn't really a smart blog, thanks for reading it anyway. Have a blessed Sunday. Godspeed each and every soul reading this post right now. L'chaim! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjAloY0IA4Y/Ty5Cn8NUeNI/AAAAAAAABG8/sW73MZ2iIrg/s1600/tumblr_lynho37QJS1qcfvzz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjAloY0IA4Y/Ty5Cn8NUeNI/AAAAAAAABG8/sW73MZ2iIrg/s1600/tumblr_lynho37QJS1qcfvzz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s : Azmie, I love you &amp;amp; I miss you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fZaLjJBwUI/Ty5CZCPmqOI/AAAAAAAABG0/5HE9I7xbrzM/s1600/tumblr_lhnnev055L1qzych1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fZaLjJBwUI/Ty5CZCPmqOI/AAAAAAAABG0/5HE9I7xbrzM/s1600/tumblr_lhnnev055L1qzych1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4576241565374253511-15413052083540126?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/15413052083540126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=15413052083540126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/15413052083540126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/15413052083540126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2012/02/5-t-h-i-n-g-s-b-o-u-t-m-y-s-e-l-f.html' title='5 T h i n g s A b o u t M y s e l f'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BP154snxYsg/Ty5EPF4c5FI/AAAAAAAABHM/Egyq8e15RbM/s72-c/tumblr_lovc9ezszR1qanxyso3_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-7633425278550193121</id><published>2012-02-03T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T02:49:02.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cik nini.'/><title type='text'>G i r l  P o w e r</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hey everyone! 안녕하세요! Before you continue to read this post,I must warn you that this post is specially made for Girls Generation.So if you're not a fan of KPOP or you're not a fan of Girls Generation,well that's not my problem now doesn't it? Anyways,enjoy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So Girls Generation was invited to two shows in America recently.And I'm a fan of American talk shows so I know these shows.They performed on The Late Show with David Letterman on January 31st 2012 and then on LIVE! With Kelly on February 1st 2012.Well honestly,I liked it more when they performed at LIVE! With Kelly.Because crowd chants was allowed and the fact that Kelly even interviewed them afterwards.And also...I get to hear Tiffany speaks English! Hehehehe... Well Tiffany's my favorite GG okay. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HljpqXWZvfY/TyrFrkwMMnI/AAAAAAAABGU/Xu6ruj6O1f4/s1600/tumblr_lhc4ccQFLq1qg6jxu.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HljpqXWZvfY/TyrFrkwMMnI/AAAAAAAABGU/Xu6ruj6O1f4/s1600/tumblr_lhc4ccQFLq1qg6jxu.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And so... I'm lost for words here so I'm just gonna share the videos of their performances courtesy of the people who uploaded them on Youtube and ABC &amp;amp; CBS.Whoever I gotta thank and give credits to so I won't get sued by SOPA or PIPA.LOL...Here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is from The Late Show with David Letterman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AO9yFjodDtM?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;This is from LIVE! With Kelly.Thank you Kelly Ripa for treating our girls nicely.Thank you so much. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e40urQIYU98?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for treating them girls nicely. 감사합니다. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I'm ma share some Girls Generation or in Hangul Soo Nyuh Shi Dae 소녀시대 photos.These are my personal favourites actually.And credits to the owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img height="433" src="http://smtownjjang.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/snsd1.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is from GENIE Tell Me Your Wish.I seriously love this because they showed legs and legs and more legs! Their legs are to die for.Perfectly toned and pretty.I love Yoona &amp;amp; Jessica's hair in this.Perfect look for them.And I love the fact that Taeyeon's hair is long here.She looked stunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img height="512" src="http://jootix.com/upload/DesktopWallpapers/cache/SNSD-white-hot-1280x1024.jpg" width="640" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is from GEE.Again because they emphasize on the legs.Hehehe...I love Seohyun's hair and look here.Perfect for her.Sunny's hair...Mehh...Not very much.Tiffany looked like a Japanese doll here. 너무좋아해! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVg_d82PFSE/TyrVZaUrN-I/AAAAAAAABGc/QlIUPFbaUL8/s1600/MR.TAXI_Sosi_1_1920x1200..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVg_d82PFSE/TyrVZaUrN-I/AAAAAAAABGc/QlIUPFbaUL8/s640/MR.TAXI_Sosi_1_1920x1200..jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is from MR TAXI.I love it because Tiffany.Look at Tiffany.That dark black hair with fiery red lips.This is perfection at its best.And I love Sunny's hair like that.Sunny keep your hair short.You look adorable! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu_jH12SHSk/TyrVfmhSPqI/AAAAAAAABGk/rJwSoSyvvo0/s1600/b0056570_4ccaceff5d526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iu_jH12SHSk/TyrVfmhSPqI/AAAAAAAABGk/rJwSoSyvvo0/s640/b0056570_4ccaceff5d526.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And last but not least,this is probably my personal favourite.From HOOT.Tiffany,you're amazing just the way you are.Damn...And I like Yoona's look too.Perfect.But the best look has to be the maknae,Seohyun.If you watched the MV,Seohyun looked the best when they wore the gold jumpsuit.With her hair like that,part at the center and curled.Perfect!Perfect for her.Hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay here's my rank from my favourite GG to my least favourite GG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tiffany &amp;gt; Sunny &amp;gt; Seohyun &amp;gt; Jessica = Yuri = Taeyeon = Yoona = Sooyoung = Hyoyeon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm just playing.I love all of them.I don't have any least favorite GG. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well that's all for today.Have a great day. :) Bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s : Happy birthday to Cho Kyuhyun (Super Junior) &amp;amp; Victoria Song (F(x))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-7633425278550193121?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7633425278550193121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=7633425278550193121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7633425278550193121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7633425278550193121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2012/02/g-i-r-l-p-o-w-e-r.html' title='G i r l  P o w e r'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HljpqXWZvfY/TyrFrkwMMnI/AAAAAAAABGU/Xu6ruj6O1f4/s72-c/tumblr_lhc4ccQFLq1qg6jxu.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-1692517845455643103</id><published>2012-02-02T01:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T01:36:46.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Happy Days.'/><title type='text'>F a b u l o u s   F e b r u a r y</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;*what a gay title*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GC5ZvUFeJ5I/Tyl0JSvcyXI/AAAAAAAABGE/ORt-rtQ4h_A/s1600/tumblr_lypnfz8QDH1qcfvzz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GC5ZvUFeJ5I/Tyl0JSvcyXI/AAAAAAAABGE/ORt-rtQ4h_A/s1600/tumblr_lypnfz8QDH1qcfvzz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello everybody.This is my first official post from my bedroom in Keningau,Sabah,Malaysia! Muahahahahaha. Yes I'm back to the lab again yo.Winter break for a month.Actually my holiday was for only two weeks but what the heck.Everything's good so far.I haven't been outta the house since I came back.Well,I've been to the backyard but that doesn't count,does it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The great part of my holiday was I get to meet the person I missed the most! Azmie! :D It was the happiest day of my life.Though I didn't get to spend time with him as much as I wanted,still...I'm very happy.And as always,parting with him was the hardest part.Haihhh...Why can't I go to Perak with you sayang!I would've been happier if I did. :'(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;He took me to meet his friends/housemates from UTP for the very first time.All this time,I know them just by names.They're friends with me on Facebook and some are friends with me on Twitter.And so my first impression was,"They looked exactly like in their pictures".Well,some people looked different in photos and in real life.Some looked good on photos but not in real life while others are the opposite of that.I told Azmie that I'm scared.That I think I'm gonna screw up or say something weird.Or probably act weird.But I didn't.Because I barely spoke a word to them.Oh,the people I met was Acap,Waktang,Spon &amp;amp; Zaki.A good looking bunch but already taken.Sorry ladies.Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So we played some pool,which I suck so bad at.But Azmie oversold me.He told them I played very well.Which wasn't true.Or maybe because I was scared.I don't know.But the sweetest thing was when Azmie bragged that he started playing pool because of me,he watched football because of me and he was into wrestling because of me,to them.That's why I love my sweet pumpkin cherry pie,my Azmie J Andai. :) Honestly,I'm a bit worried at first that he would treat me differently in front of his friends,BUT HE DIDN'T! I'm so happy.Both Azmie &amp;amp; me,we love PDAs but we don't do it excessively.But even in front of his friends,he's the same. (I'm marrying this man!) I had a good time.His friends were entertaining.I wanted to talk to them but I can't seem to open my mouth.I became mute.The words are in my head but I can't get my mouth to say it.So I ended up just smiling,laughing and making weird facial expressions. (_ _) I hope his friends won't take me as weird.And I finally understood why he loves hanging out with them so much.They're cool people.A lil bit crazy but very nice.And funny.I'm so happy that Azmie's friends are good people like that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We wen't on a double date with his friend Spon the next day.Spon brought his girlfriend Ainin (I hope the spelling is right) and she was very nice.Adorable too.Lovely.Hehe.I made Azmie wore my cat snowcap and I wore a panda snowcap.Hehehehehehe.We went to see The Viral Factor starring Jay Chou &amp;amp; Nicholas Tse.The movie was shot in Malaysia.I'll give it 2/3 lah.Good movie.Very multilingual.You can hear Mandarin,Cantonese,Malay &amp;amp; English all throughout the movie.But the ending was...Mehh...The double date was nice.And I learned some truth after that day.Hehehehehehehehehe... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday I climbed up the rambutan tree to get some rambutans for Ayie.Today I climbed the gate to get some rambutans for him.My lil tot.He's a big boy now.And smart too.And very polite.He'll say "Please jie jie" if he wants something and when I ignore him he'll say "Please please pleaseeeeee".Aahh that lil tot.How can I say no when he's like that.And he'll say "Thank you jie jie" after he get what he wanted.He's my only friend at home now.And I got Azmie taking care of me from afar.I'm blessed.Thank You God :) So I guess that's it for now.Oh,I forgot,Sheamus won WWE Royal Rumble 2012.Randy Orton is back.Undertaker has challenged Triple H for another match in Wrestlemania 28 (I don't know how to write them in Roman characters),but that's still inofficial.That's all.Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjpZ5_JKnks/Tyl0lQDsUHI/AAAAAAAABGM/JMjPBHhX2_k/s1600/tumblr_ls6fmzDPuK1qem519o4_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FjpZ5_JKnks/Tyl0lQDsUHI/AAAAAAAABGM/JMjPBHhX2_k/s1600/tumblr_ls6fmzDPuK1qem519o4_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-1692517845455643103?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1692517845455643103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=1692517845455643103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/1692517845455643103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/1692517845455643103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2012/02/f-b-u-l-o-u-s-f-e-b-r-u-r-y.html' title='F a b u l o u s   F e b r u a r y'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GC5ZvUFeJ5I/Tyl0JSvcyXI/AAAAAAAABGE/ORt-rtQ4h_A/s72-c/tumblr_lypnfz8QDH1qcfvzz.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-1209626880692309829</id><published>2012-01-21T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:40:29.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Down and One More to Go!</title><content type='html'>The title speaks for itself.&lt;br&gt;One more paper to go.&lt;br&gt;Microbiology.&lt;br&gt;My worst nightmare.&lt;br&gt;Bring it on!&lt;p&gt;Pray for me lads. Thank you.&lt;p&gt;p/s : I miss my brother Ayie.&lt;p&gt;p/s : I&amp;#39;m sorry mom and dad for not excelling the exams.&lt;p&gt;p/s : I love you Azmie J Andai.&lt;p&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-1209626880692309829?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1209626880692309829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=1209626880692309829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/1209626880692309829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/1209626880692309829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2012/01/three-down-and-one-more-to-go.html' title='Three Down and One More to Go!'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-5953000092945295544</id><published>2012-01-16T07:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T07:56:59.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. No I&amp;#39;m not dead. I&amp;#39;ve just been very busy with school lately.&lt;br&gt;Honestly,I think my head is going to explode anytime soon. So many&lt;br&gt;things to learn,so little time. Just finished two subjects by the way.&lt;br&gt;Pathology and Parasitology. And I guess I pretty much screwed both.&lt;br&gt;Haihh.. Anyways,I&amp;#39;m going back to Malaysia next week. A little&lt;br&gt;psyched. Hmm hmm. I&amp;#39;ve been very well. My roomate moved to a new&lt;br&gt;house. I basically have the room for myself right now because my other&lt;br&gt;two roomates prefer the biggest room in the house,the living room.&lt;br&gt;Privacy is a privilage right now. Hehehe. Its very cold here. And&lt;br&gt;after three years,I finally surrendered to winter. I bought a heater&lt;br&gt;and named him Heath. Yeah I know pretty childish for someone of my&lt;br&gt;age. Speaking of which,I&amp;#39;m turning 22 this year! I cannot believe&lt;br&gt;this. Neither do you I supposed. Well, I guess that&amp;#39;s all from me. I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;off to my beautiful NEVerland. Have a good day humans. Assa!&lt;p&gt;p/s : I love Azmie J Andai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-5953000092945295544?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5953000092945295544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=5953000092945295544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5953000092945295544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5953000092945295544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-4621393162425467353</id><published>2011-11-28T08:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:49:39.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Hell</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. It&amp;#39;s been a long time but I&amp;#39;m back in town. Things had&lt;br&gt;been really weird lately. I miss home but I guess there&amp;#39;s nothing much&lt;br&gt;to miss there is it now.&lt;br&gt;Life&amp;#39;s like this. Never better. Never tried to be. I don&amp;#39;t know. I&lt;br&gt;haven&amp;#39;t found any purpose to live. Oh accept for one,Azmie. I&amp;#39;m living&lt;br&gt;for that man right now. He is all I have left in this cruel miserable&lt;br&gt;world. I tried asking from upstairs but He&amp;#39;s not answering at the&lt;br&gt;moment. So... Anyways.&lt;br&gt;Egypt is a little messed up right now. So as my head. But everyone can&lt;br&gt;relax a bit. We&amp;#39;re doing just fine here,for now. As I said before,as&lt;br&gt;long as we still have megi ayam,we&amp;#39;re good. But honestly. Tahrir,no&lt;br&gt;kidding,its a mess out there. Other places I don&amp;#39;t know. But we&amp;#39;re in&lt;br&gt;good hands for now. Everyone&amp;#39;s prepared this time around and we&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;like soldiers. No joke. Information travels fast these days. Some are&lt;br&gt;true others are bluffs or just exaggerations. For now,we&amp;#39;re good.&lt;br&gt;Class are cancelled. A bad good thing I guess. As for safety,yeah&lt;br&gt;well,lets say its a gamble. I don&amp;#39;t go out much except for classes&lt;br&gt;since the turmoil started so I don&amp;#39;t exactly know what&amp;#39;s going on out&lt;br&gt;there. But that&amp;#39;s just me.&lt;br&gt;My point is,we&amp;#39;re okay. Parent&amp;#39;s shouldn&amp;#39;t panic. For now. But when I&lt;br&gt;say panic,yes panic.&lt;br&gt;That is all for now. Time for me to sleep. Good night Africa,Europe &amp;amp;&lt;br&gt;United Kingdom.Good morning Asia.Good day to all that&amp;#39;s in between.&lt;br&gt;Sayonara.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;p/s : I miss you Azmie J Andai.&lt;p&gt;p/s : I miss Ayie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-4621393162425467353?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4621393162425467353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=4621393162425467353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4621393162425467353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4621393162425467353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-from-hell_28.html' title='Hello from Hell'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-579283275223112193</id><published>2011-11-09T07:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T07:11:01.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUCK YOU'/><title type='text'>I Hate Egypt and You Know It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just got back from a tiring and less interesting day in Alexandria.Hmm... I'm going back to Cairo tomorrow.I don't know what I feel anymore.I don't feel like leaving because I hate Cairo but I don't wanna stay either because I hate Egyptians.But one thing is for sure.I'm not stepping my foot on Makmurah Beach anytime soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We went there for two days.The day before yesterday and today.I had the worst experience ever.Here's what happened...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRvxmNZqdsc/Trmh8QtRb-I/AAAAAAAABFo/j7W5mE6jexU/s1600/Snapshot_20111108_19.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRvxmNZqdsc/Trmh8QtRb-I/AAAAAAAABFo/j7W5mE6jexU/s400/Snapshot_20111108_19.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;See that thing on my head?That thing is cursed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wore that to the beach on the first day.Wore that and the hipster glasses my sayang Azmie bought for me.Guess what.Apparently those things attract Egyptians like magnets.I rode a bike with my friends along the beautiful beach of Alexandria.All I wanted was to get some peaceful vacation with my friends but noooo.Those damn Egyptians had to ruin that.At first I was trying to be polite,waving back and saying hello if they greet me.But they took it as a sign that I want to communicate with them.So in the end I ended up getting harassed by groups of Egyptians.I manage to run away after my friend asked me to run first.I cycled as fast as I could.And I thought after those group of people gone,we can finally ride our bikes in peace.But noooo...As I cycle through the tempat jalan kaki (malas mau fikir apa dalam English),an Egyptian tried to touch me and he manage to touch my hoodie.I was shocked because he was aiming for my face.Stupid darn moron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally we found a place to rest.So we kasi sandar our bikes and tried to enjoy the view of the sea in peace.But nooo...Some kid came to bug us.They caught us because they saw that thing I wore on my head.I put my hoodie on but still they came.A kid even went in front of me to look at my face to make sure I was the one they're looking for.Freaking sick!And just then I saw a shadow of a hand heading towards my head.I quickly stood up and went closer to the ledge.I didn't even dare to turn around because I was scared.There were six of us there,all girls.But they won't even budge.I was scared as hell.I gathered my courage and made the scariest facial expression I could ever make and then turned around.I look at the idiot culprit and asked in him rudely "Apa bha kau mau ni ah?Sial.Apa kau mau ni?".But my friends stopped me.They said "Nini jangan kau layan.Biar seja dorang.Marilah kita pulang".Honest to God I clenched my fist hard and was ready to punch.Nasib kau boi.Nasib...Kalau inda picah kepalamu itu.His face was really one punch away from me.I still regret that I didn't took the blow.I should've done it.Should've punched that hideous creature.Dia letak tangan dia atas kerusi bekas saya duduk lagi tu.Syaitan...My friend told me that they wanted to take pictures with me or something like that.I'm not sure.I'm sure something came outta their disgusting mouth but unfortunately,I don't speak stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today we went to the same beach again.I was cautious this time.But things turned out way worst than I thought.But before that.I'm gonna tell you about my journey today.It's interesting.I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So we went to the Teffal factory today.The prices of Teffal cooking set was way more cheap than one's we have in Malaysia,according to my friend.One huge Teffal cooking pot will cost you RM200++ in Malaysia.But here it'll only cost you LE200++.Convert it yourself lah.Malas saya mau convert.Hahaha.I saw this one Teffal cooking set that really caught my attention.I won't mention the price though.But it consist of 5 pieces of pot and pan,with 3 sudip.Natau Englishnya apa.I thought of buying one set for my mum and maybe one set for Azmie's mum.Hehehehe...Nantilah sebelum balik Malaysia time summer Insya Allah.It's cheaper here lah yang pasti.I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After spending almost an hour in around frying pans and pots,we went to eat at Pizza Queen.Just 2 minute walk from Rumah Sabah Iskandariah (Alexandria).The food was okay but the view was breathtaking.It was facing the sea.Very beautiful! After that we head back to change for another trip to the beach.But the traffic was awful.The cars were not even moving.So we decided to find another nearby spot to mandi manda di laut.Because just across the street from Pizza Queen was the beach.7 minute walk from Rumah Sabah.We walked for almost fifteen minute just to find a spot but they were lots of Egyptians everywhere.I don't know why but it seems like everyone went out today.Then suddenly Ayu suggested that we should just take a boat to a place called.... I forgot the name of that place.Yang penting sebelum pegi Makmurah,kena pegi sana dulu la.Mandarah?Man man something lah.Then Yaya &amp;amp; Kak Pidah pegi tanya tu boatman if he could take us there.He agreed.But I wasn't sure because there was only six of us,all girls.I was afraid that the boatman would kidnap us or do something bad to us.So finally we decided to call Hadi and asked him to follow us.We even asked him to bring a knife in case we need it to protect ourselves whilst on the boat.So in the end,we took a boat to Man...Man..something tu.No life jacket.No helmets.Just balls.I mean.Guts and glory.Yes it was crazy because we were on the Mediterannean sea.You know the water is deep because it was dark green.With no life jacket on.With a boatman who we don't trust.And he doesn't trust us either.We said we'll pay after we reach the shore but he didn't believe us.In the end he followed us.Basically,we were gambling with our lives there and then.But thank God we arrived safely at the shore of Man~~.The boatman acknowledged us as Koreans to his fellow boatmen at the shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Long story short.We took the big bus to Makmurah and Ezat almost fell off the bus.After our trip to the beach,we had to meet up with Tan,Itt and Jo at Fathallah?So we ride a tut-tut.I don't know any other names for that thing but I know in Thailand they called it tut-tut.Taxi bikes.Google it lah senang.After that,we walked until we reached the shore we landed on earlier.No,not Jersey Shore.Sorry Snooks.We saw &lt;span class="st"&gt;horse-drawn&lt;/span&gt; carriages on the street.Someone came up with the idea that we should ride that to go back home.We all agreed.At first the ammu (Uncle) said he would take us to Miami for 40LE.But we refused and walked away.Suddenly Dina yelled at us.We came back,he offered 25LE.Two carriages,5 person each.And I get to sit next to the driver...Err...I don't know what is the name for people who drive this things.So as we go,I kept on waving at random people on the streets.And greeting them with "Annyeong haseyo".LOL.We hit the spotlight there and then.Everyone stared at us.As I was waving at random people,I accidentally waved at a group of Malaysian guys sitting at a bench.Untuk cover malu,I waved at them dengan penuh semangat.They were shocked but they smiled and waved back anyways.It was fun.I never rode a horse-drawn carriage before in my life.But I felt sorry for the horse.Banyak kali kaki dia tesadung.Kesian.And when people honk,he was surprised too.Kesian.Oh,on our way home,ada limpas satu taxi ni.Saya perasan bonet dia tebuka.Sekali ada orang dalam bonet duduk sana.Epic!Lepas tu kami belimpas sama ada satu lori kecil bawa orang di belakang.Tu perempuan bilang mari la naik sini sama dia.LOL No thanks aunty.Siok-siok sudah saya naik kuda ni.We get to see the beautiful beach while riding a carriage.Very princessy~ Where can you find that experience in 25LE?Bak kata Yaya "Hari ni Hari Pengangkutan".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We rent bicycles for 2 hours.We got it for 15LE.Mine was a little bit higher than the one I rode the other day.My foot couldn't reach the ground.I had to ketinting.That's how short I am. :( So we went to the beach with bikes to find a perfect spot to take a dip.Except for me though.I can't swim.I can't even go into the water.I might attract sharks with my blood.If you know what I mean.So as I said earlier.I was more cautious this time around because of what happened the other day.I didn't even wear that thing on my head.But I dressed nicely though.Covered from head to toe.Hey that rhymes.Anyways.My shirt was loose and long.So as my jeans.I had my tudung nicely.As safety precaution.And I thought that would make me unnoticeable.But noooo....I was harassed again.And the harassing went a bit far this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We stopped to discuss mana mau hang out.I was next to Dina.As we were talking suddenly I felt someone kicked the back tyre of my bicycle.Because my foot was barely on the ground,I fell.And I shouted in shocked "P******!S*** juga!@#%$%$^%$%^".They asked me what happened "Tu budak kecil pi tendang basikal aku!".And suddenly another kid walked pass through me and said something in Arabic whilst laughing.I was pissed and we ride our bikes further away.Suddenly Yaya screamed "Oi!Apa ni" (something like that lah).Some dude threw his cigarette bud at her just like that.We stopped at very far spot and decided that we should call Hadi.We thought that maybe if a guy was around us,those idiotic Egyptians won't bug us.I was pissed,I threw my bike...as in hempas my bike in front of an Egyptian couple.They stared at me like I'm some kinda freak.Stupid people.You guys are the freaks!I was breathing heavily because I was really angry.After that we all went to fetch Hadi.He rode a buggy.But even before we got back to the cycling path,we were harassed again.This time it was Ezat.There was a group of guys tried to say hello to her.She ignored it and there's this one asshole went to kick her tyre.Hadi speeds up to catch up on her but ended up getting harassed by those kids too.Hadi is huge but the problem is he was out numbered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So we went back to the beach.And this time we stuck close to each other.It was good at the beginning but then I got separated just by a second.I was trying to speed up through a line of Egyptian women and then suddenly an Egyptian idiot meluru ke arah saya and touched my thigh.I screamed "K****!!!Dia pegang p***** aku!!!".At first I thought it was my butt.I panicked and went into tears.I cried because I was so scared.I had a terrible experience before so I was kinda traumatized.We stopped and I cried and cried.I cursed.I screamed.I yelled "Stupid Egyptians!".I panicked.After that we decided that we should get out of that place.On our way out,terpaksa limpas ada satu kawasan.Budak-budak merempit.Tapi pakai basikal sama motor kecil.Weird losers.Then ada saturang budak ni,dia pegi sengaja mau melanggar.Terus dia angkat tayar depan basikal dia mau kasi kena saya.Then dia buat lagi mau kasi kena muka Dina.Cepat-cepat kami lari dari sana.Tapi dia kejar juga balik.Ni kali kami ketepi sekejap and then subconciously I yelled "Your mom is a b****!".I feel bad right now for saying such thing.I was so angry.I'm sorry stupid boy.But your mom is really unlucky to have a kid of your manner.After struggling to get out of that hell,we manage to get out in one piece.Hmm...The rest as they say was history.Well,I pretty much told everything already.Now I'm off to bed.I'm still traumatized and shock.Parents out there.Whatever you do,don't send you kids to Egypt.It's a dangerous world here.Only the strongest can survive the wrath of Pharoah and his idiotic people.Sayonara bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s : I honestly think someone brought this bad luck here with them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s 2 : I'm sorry if I sounded narcissistic.All of us were harassed but I had the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-579283275223112193?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/579283275223112193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=579283275223112193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/579283275223112193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/579283275223112193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-hate-egypt-and-you-know-it.html' title='I Hate Egypt and You Know It'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zRvxmNZqdsc/Trmh8QtRb-I/AAAAAAAABFo/j7W5mE6jexU/s72-c/Snapshot_20111108_19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-5034594299674817802</id><published>2011-11-08T04:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:46:22.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If I could turn back time.'/><title type='text'>Raya Di Perantauan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hello from wasteland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How's everybody doing?Yaa...This is the third day I'm in Alexandria,Egypt.Habis sudah tempoh boleh solat Jamak &amp;amp; Qasar.Huhuhu... Anyways.I'm having a great time here,if I minus the problematic Egyptians.What can I do for them,I don't even know.Well, here's how my days went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The day after we arrived, we went to a place called City Center.Its a mall actually.A big one.No...A very long mall.As soon as we stepped into the mall,guess what we saw! Centre Point.I kid you not! Sabahan knows what is this Centre Point I'm talking about.Hahahaha... Damn I saw Centre Point in Egypt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7Oabcdykdc/Trgw7jQxSwI/AAAAAAAABEQ/il1Pmjwb5Qk/s1600/DSCN0731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7Oabcdykdc/Trgw7jQxSwI/AAAAAAAABEQ/il1Pmjwb5Qk/s400/DSCN0731.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Told you I wasn't kidding.Hahaha...After an hour pusing-pusing CP and the mall,we head to the place called Barbeque for break fasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHPdn-rp4TA/TrgzcVV46xI/AAAAAAAABEg/wqwg9iWbW_w/s1600/DSCN0747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHPdn-rp4TA/TrgzcVV46xI/AAAAAAAABEg/wqwg9iWbW_w/s400/DSCN0747.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The food was good.And the service was good.I was stuffed! I ate a lot because later that night we're going to play some games! :D Here's another photo of us there.Oh,we did took photos with the waiter.I don't know why but it seems like Egyptian waiters love getting their pictures taken.Especially with the customers.But I don't have a photo of us with the waiter.We didn't even get his name.Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wl30BsJ4sD4/TrgzZYZrJRI/AAAAAAAABEY/0QCrFLex-G8/s1600/DSCN0746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wl30BsJ4sD4/TrgzZYZrJRI/AAAAAAAABEY/0QCrFLex-G8/s400/DSCN0746.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So after the meal,with stuffed stomach, we went to a place called Green Plaza (I guess?). The place was very similar to The Curve.But ours are way better lah of course.Hehehe... What did we do there?Oh yeah...We played go-kart! Hahahaha.I played three rounds.One round 3 laps for 15LE (there goes my one week worth of lunch money).It was fun but I kept getting #2 in the race.Grrr~ Nevermind.I'll be better next time.After that,we played paintball.The paintball arena was right next to the go-kart err...joint?So the eight of us went there.My team mates was Yaya,Dina &amp;amp; Dina's friend Hadi.The other team consist of Ezat,Kak Pidah,Dina's friends Ayu &amp;amp; Kiki.It was 50LE for 50 bullets.Cheap! But then again,there goes my money for food worth a month.Huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OyLaAvTitQ/TrgzejPtblI/AAAAAAAABEo/v1EcLQfBQV8/s1600/DSCN0769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OyLaAvTitQ/TrgzejPtblI/AAAAAAAABEo/v1EcLQfBQV8/s400/DSCN0769.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;With our army suit.Moms and dads,don't panic! The government didn't send us here to fight a war.This is our paintball uniform.Hehehe...But we do look like we're soldiers right? Hehehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Funny thing happened at the paintball arena.The owner suddenly grabbed his DSLR and asked if he could take pictures of us for his company's website.LOL.Yes like seriously.He asked us to model for the company.So we took pictures with their company's banner.I caught a glimpse at the company's banner and saw www.tedry.com.LOL.Go check it out.Our faces might be featured there. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPukJ2Wg7Nk/Trgzgt42XTI/AAAAAAAABEw/qNLJBKQcJ_I/s1600/DSCN0771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jPukJ2Wg7Nk/Trgzgt42XTI/AAAAAAAABEw/qNLJBKQcJ_I/s400/DSCN0771.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know who won the paintball game but I didn't get hit at all.But I ran outta bullet.Pfft! It was fun but I injured my knee whilst trying to bend.Trip askar kan.Kotoh...Hahahaha...But it was fun fun fun! Then we went to play at the kid's theme park.I played the swing and bungee.I kid you not when I say I screamed like a little girl!Oh wait. I am a littel girl.I screamed so loud while doing the bungee thing.And I made 3 backflips! Oh yeahhh... I am so proud of myself.Hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijUShPDLeJM/Trgzi4d7hcI/AAAAAAAABE4/4c8brx2Zc_M/s1600/DSCN0773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijUShPDLeJM/Trgzi4d7hcI/AAAAAAAABE4/4c8brx2Zc_M/s400/DSCN0773.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That's me on the swing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So we went home that night,sore and happy.I guess.Hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The next day was Eid Adha.We went down to surau to eat.The food was extremely delicious.We had black pepper meat and ayam masak madu.Sedaaaaaaaaaap gila!I was stuffed again.And we took some pictures as well.Boleh la masuk salam perantau tapi nda sempat hantar.Simpan untuk raya tahun depan lah.Hehehehehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4wv1AUIURM/TrgzoEoUpLI/AAAAAAAABFI/kc03Xnvi60Q/s1600/DSCN0816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s4wv1AUIURM/TrgzoEoUpLI/AAAAAAAABFI/kc03Xnvi60Q/s400/DSCN0816.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Depan Rumah Yayasan Sabah Alexandria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EVk3i8xgvU/TrgzlZ7CZoI/AAAAAAAABFA/S69x8FO5qgs/s1600/DSCN0813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EVk3i8xgvU/TrgzlZ7CZoI/AAAAAAAABFA/S69x8FO5qgs/s400/DSCN0813.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha daripada kami pelajar Perubatan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;daripada Sabah,Malaysia di Egypt. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Lepas puas-puas makan and tengok movie di laptop.Kami pegi pantai.Lupa sudah nama pantai tu.Makmurah ka?Hantam sajalah.Yang penting boleh naik-naik basikal.Sana lah kejadian yang tidak diingini berlaku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CimkXijq6c/TrgzqBrJp3I/AAAAAAAABFQ/F-03DTjZfWw/s1600/DSCN0820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CimkXijq6c/TrgzqBrJp3I/AAAAAAAABFQ/F-03DTjZfWw/s400/DSCN0820.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ini lah pantainyaaaa...Cantik kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Jap,ada ka orang sambut raya haji di pantai?Hahahaha.... Kami lah tu. :D Kami sewa basikal lepas tu kena jalan jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauh gila baru jumpa tu pantai.Nasib baik naik basikal.Tapi sakit juga la kaki mengayuh.Punah sudah harapan mau ikut Le Tour de Langkawi.Tapun tapun.Hehehe... So kami mengayuh sampailah kami sampai pi pantai.Tapi yang sedihnya...Bila kami sampai di pantai,pantai tu mau tutup sudah.Nda boleh masuk. :( Jam 530 petang tutup sudah sebab malam dia jadi cafe.Sedih kan?Arab ni memang palui.Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tapi oleh sebab dorang pandai memujuk tu lifeguard,lifeguard tu pun bagilah kami masuk untuk bergambar seja.Jadi begambar la kami ni berabis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Aaaa....Malas pula mau cerita kejadian di pantai.Saya mau tingu Family Outing.Hahahahaha...Next time la saya cerita.Bye bye! Salam perantau. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&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/4576241565374253511-5034594299674817802?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5034594299674817802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=5034594299674817802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5034594299674817802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5034594299674817802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/11/raya-di-perantauan.html' title='Raya Di Perantauan'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S7Oabcdykdc/Trgw7jQxSwI/AAAAAAAABEQ/il1Pmjwb5Qk/s72-c/DSCN0731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-956391773044956689</id><published>2011-11-05T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:33:04.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is but a dream for the dead.'/><title type='text'>I'm being a vain. 하하하~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;안녕안녕!잘지내요? 예,그름... 가자!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;소 히엘아이암인 Alexandria,Egypt.디스 펠레스잇나이스. 진짜 좋아해~ 아이 위스아이쿠드세대롱게.아임 녿으 테라이잉투비애젝라이팅라에익디스. 죄송해요내사랑이한국사람. 내가여러분좋아해.짱! (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hehehehehe...I bet you people didn't understand crap of what I've just said.If you do,then there's probably something wrong with you too~ ㅋㅋㅋㅋ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I am now in Alexandria Egypt as I mentioned before.I'll be spending my Eid Adha holidays here.The place is b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l! Yes,its been three years and this is the first time I've ever stepped foot on this part of Egypt.Not because I don't travel a lot.But because I don't have time to travel.The only reason why this place seems to be beautiful is because of the ocean.I love oceans.I love the beach.Hence,the jakun attitude.Because we don't have beaches in Cairo.Bitches we have.Beaches nada.They barely even have a river.Although Alexandria is a very beautiful place,it is still Egypt,so the people are kinda suck too.But more civilised than the one's we have in Cairo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh,I came here with my friends, Ezat, Yaya, Dina, Kak Pida, Dina's friend Ayu, Ogel, Venney, Ipah and Lili.We stayed in Rumah Sabah Iskandariah but in different aparments.We got the empty one.It was nice.Nicer than one's we have in Cairo.Alexandria 3,Cairo 0. ㅜㅜ~ We took a train from Ramses at 1430 hours yesterday.The journey was approximately 3 hours.Lemme tell you a story about the train.Six of us,was in koc 8.And honest to God,it was the worst train I've ever rode in my entire life.I bet KTM is not even this bad.The seat was torned and old.Very old.The smell.God...Hancing,bau tai bau ketiak bau kaki.You name it.I was on the isle seat,'lucky' me.There was this man,he walked pass through me and I swear to God,he smelled like poop.Human poop!And right after he walked pass by I saw him pulling his pants out of his butt.I kid you not people.Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my story.I don't have problems with uncivilisation.My problem is when civilised things became uncivilised by some irresponsible people,and not uncivilised people.I don't have problems if there's no electricity because they don't have a generator.The problem is when they have a generator but they use the electricity in an uncivilised manner.I don't mind if the train is old,but please,at least take a good care of its condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I tried to sleep throughout the journey.I managed to sleep only an hour after the train departs.So I had to endure the 'magic' for almost two and a half hour.And the little kids,sitting on the seats across me kept touching my hands.I don't really like physical contacts to begin with,let alone with strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But in the end,we made it here and today we're off doing crazy things.Things you would never imagine us doing.Hahahaha.Just kidding.Today I'm fasting.Sempena hari Arafah.So no physical activity during the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;오캐닽이스올르.아이홒프애베리와은앤조이에읻디스하드투릳 포스트.ㅋㅋㅋㅋ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;볘볘~ (^_^)v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-956391773044956689?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/956391773044956689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=956391773044956689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/956391773044956689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/956391773044956689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-being-vain.html' title='I&apos;m being a vain. 하하하~'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-3622193235857600689</id><published>2011-10-19T04:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T04:50:10.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss you Azmie...'/><title type='text'>Saya sayang Azmie saya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Post ini ditujukan khas buat lelaki kesayangan saya...Namanya Muhammad Azmie J Andai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Selamat hari lahir yang ke 22 sayang.Nda sama sudah umur kita.Huhuhu...Nda apa.Dalam masa 4 bulan lagi nini kejar juga umur mimi tu.Hehehe...I'm so glad I get to celebrate it with you.Eventhough the celebration wasn't much.I didn't came prepared,I hope I made you happy.I wish the best in everything you do.May God bless you with the strength of heart,mind and soul.Semoga semakin comel setiap hari.Sebab Azmieku memang comel sudah kan.So semoga makin bertambah kecomelannya.Hehehe...Terutamanya senyuman Azmie tu. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You're the best thing that has ever happened to me.I'm glad and honoured to have called you mine all these years.You are the most wonderful person I've ever met in my life.Semoga makin meningkat umur,makin wise.I love you sayang.I'll stand by you no matter what happens.I love you.Jaga diri baik-baik aa.Nini saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayang Mimi. :) I love you sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy birthday my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4576241565374253511-3622193235857600689?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3622193235857600689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=3622193235857600689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/3622193235857600689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/3622193235857600689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/10/saya-sayang-azmie-saya.html' title='Saya sayang Azmie saya'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jeddah Saudi Arabia</georss:featurename><georss:point>21.5433333 39.17277779999995</georss:point><georss:box>21.2527313 39.03643379999995 21.8339353 39.30912179999995</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-8956941904580408914</id><published>2011-10-15T12:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:58:42.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is but a dream for the dead.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss you Azmie...'/><title type='text'>Then again,maybe not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my last post from home.Home...huh.What a strong word.Hmm... Well,I guess this is goodbye summer vacation for me.I'll be coming home in four months.Ah!That strong word again.Home. I'll be back in the winter.But I'm not gonna be home. I'll be somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Blog is blog.I feel sorry for my blog because of the abandonment issue.I have a lot of things going through my mind right now.But things that aren't supposed to be shared publicly.Hmm... I'm worried about so many things lately.My life, my future, and so so.Hmm... 'Life is bigger'.The song Losing My Religion by REM kinda stuck my head right now.I don't know.Hmm... 'Oh no I've said too much'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would probably update my blog more often later.Because I now know how to do email-blogging.Haha. Thank you blogspot.So watch out for me very soon.I'll be telling you guys what I've been doing all day in Egypt.Sorta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I haven't finish with my luggage though.I don't know what else to put in.Because my head is somewhere else right now.Hmm... I'm thinking too much.Maybe because I'm scared.I don't know. I had a dream that the aiport was bombed and I died.And I can't seem to get it outta my mind.Because the day after I had those dreams,which happened more than once, I read on the news about the death of Weezer's ex-bassist.He even tweeted about it.He dreamt about dying in Chicago.And he did died there.Hmm... I didn't tell my parents about it.I hope it's just a dream.Meaningless dream.What worries me the most is not about myself.It's because I had another recurring dream about Azmie.He died.And...That's what I'm terrified the most right now.Hmm... Dream is just a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today is my mum's birthday by the way.Happy birthday mummy! I hope you have a great life and great health mum. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think I should go back to packing now before my parents gets home.But I'm lost.Really.I have so many things in mind.And I'm not feeling very well lately.I'm worried because I have to travel and I'm travelling alone.Hmm... Thank God Jeddah Airport is small.Like seriously small... Hmm... Pray for my safe flight everyone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take care. Goodbye Liawan, goodbye Keningau, goodbye Tawau, goodbye Kota Kinabalu, goodbye Sabah. Goodbye Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s : I'm gonna miss you so much Azmie J Andai. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-5397964489410444380</id><published>2011-10-13T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:37:47.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a Believer'/><title type='text'>Dear God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;please help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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116.66702590000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-8955987625070870655</id><published>2011-10-06T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:02:09.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dare to be me?'/><title type='text'>Not exactly a smart post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: 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small;"&gt;Straight and not a homophobic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My boyfriend,Azmie J Andai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Center Point,March 25th 2006.With Azmie J Andai :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My self-esteem is like...non-existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They know who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chest hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She's like a sister I never had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Catdog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Refer answer No.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He played for the other team.Literally.He went to play for Chelsea.LOL.Never had any breakups before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rest all day.Help my dad cook.It was his birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sang Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody without cracking my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They annoyed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sixth Sense and Neverland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teeth.I could stare at his all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cats,hamsters,white mice,bird,chicken,boa python and geckos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Macadamian Nut Brittle and Mint Chocolate Chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beside (refer answer #3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Too hurtful to recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never moved.But I'm currently residing in Egypt until my &lt;strike&gt;Visa&lt;/strike&gt; study ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;... You are (refer answer #3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finish medic school with a degree,get married to (refer answer #3),work as a government servant for as long as they won't cancel pensions,volunteer with the UN,make money as much as I could and die in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To be or not to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have my wisdom tooth pull out.Minor Oral Surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someone better and dependable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Accidentally got into a teacher's car because I thought it was my dad's car.He said his friend will pick me up.I thought it was his friend.This happened back in 1998.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everything about myself and what people thought about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keep the money for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He's not perfect.But I love him anyways.He is my kind of perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know how to love someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;People who cuts on queue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paramore.Well,not exactly saw them performing live,more like met them at the airport on a coincidence together with (refer answer #3).Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Refer answer #6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;None.Emm...But if I have to,maybe one.Maximum two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As long as I'm with (refer answer #3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being a pain on the butt.Hahaha.Just kidding.I don't know what I'm good at.Hmm...perhaps loving someone with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't wanna recall any of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can live anywhere as long as I'm with (refer answer #3).But if I had to choose,I wanna live somewhere in Wales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"You are my happiness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The sound of the fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Refer to answer #19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To be with (refer answer #3) all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lack of self esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I don't think I can survive Egypt.Can I just continue with Matrix and stay here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its from (refer answer #3) so I don't think I wanna share it here.In public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My brain who stop thinking and my heart who wont stop aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everything about (Refer answer #3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I couldn't care less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-8955987625070870655?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/8955987625070870655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=8955987625070870655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/8955987625070870655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/8955987625070870655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-exactly-smart-post.html' title='Not exactly a smart post.'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wl87vA2lnb8/TolnWcR6ZuI/AAAAAAAABEA/iv75zAATDLQ/s72-c/tumblr_lps5w28LHO1qmpw21o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Keningau, Sabah, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>5.264971 116.32825690000004</georss:point><georss:box>4.90061 115.98948790000004 5.629332 116.66702590000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-3826415818958082971</id><published>2011-09-28T14:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T15:09:27.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dare to be me?'/><title type='text'>WARNING : This Might Be Offensive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was going to post about something...wait...lemme see if I can remember....wait...what was it that I wanna talk about?Oh yeah.I remember now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well,welcome to my blog.This is a place where I rant a lot.Yes.A lot.But I haven't had time to do so in a while. I don't really know what I've been doing but I'm just making myself busy... with... (no)things.Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Has anyone ever asked you things like "Ko kazen dengan dia?Tapi dia bukan Islam" kind of questions?Yeah.I have.And questions like "Ko sambut Christmas?Ko sambut Chinese New Year?".Or "Kenapa nama ko Nini Evo Vaizura?Nda Nur ka Siti ka?".Guess what,I get that all the time.Well not all the time.But I mean most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I remember this incident back when I was still in Kolej Matrikulasi Labuan.I've been getting along very well with this one girl.She was from Sekolah Menengah Agama Inanam or SMAI for short.She was very nice and friendly.I don't really know how to socialize but hey she's nice so I gave it a shot.For a month or so we were friendly to each other.Like we've known each other for a very long time.It was a big deal for me because she's from sekolah agama and she treated me very nice.I didn't wear tudung back in Matriks days.I'm not saying that people from sekolah agama treats me badly(Oh yes they do),well...hahahahaha.Okay back to my story.One day,we had a co-curriculum activity.I don't remember what it was but we had to gather around according to our classes.And she was in the same class as Ezat.I was 26,they were 25.So we kinda make a small group together and chit chat.The usual.Like all girls would do.I was plugging my ears at that time listening to songs on my MP3/phone.My phone back then was SAMSUNG UltraMusic.Yeah..The one Beyonce had.Hahahaha.She asked me "Nini,tengok phone ko kejap".I hand it to her."Tengok lagu-lagu ko","Bha" I replied.Suddenly she grabbed me by the shoulder and asked me with her eyes wide open "Ee..ko dengar Yassin juga?".And I swear I made a 'whaaaaaaat?' face and replied "Napa?Nda bole ka?".And she tapped me in the shoulders."Ko muslim ka pula???".I'm like whaaaaaaat?We've been friends for a month now and you don't know I'm a muslim?I don't blame her though.I don't appear like one.But hey!Saya rajin bha pi solat Subuh di musollah everyday time orientasi and on weekends with my friend Ain...For the first one month.Jauh bha tu musollah dari saya punya hostel.Nehh...But seriously though.Don't I look a bit like a muslim?Sikit pun?Haish...Biarlah!Just hope people won't serve me beer or pork in the future.Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And ada lagi satu cerita time baru masuk MRSM.Boleh-boleh my roomate thought I was playing a joke pakai tudung.Whaaaaat?She saw my name on my tudung 'Nini Evo' so she assumed I was making fun of Muslims.Oh Lord.My point is...Don't just simply judge somebody by how they look on the outside.Well at least for their religion.And I came across comments on photos in Facebook saying "You look like a Muslim here" to a non-Muslim kid.Hmm...Read this one word at a time...Slowly...How would you expect someone to reply to that kind of a comment?I mean seriously.How would you react if someone say "You look like a Christian/Hindu/Buddha/Jewish in this photo".Pissed off right?So don't make that kind of remarks to people.That's not nice.Think about it from their perspective.Thank God that kid is nice enough not to reply to that comment.I know,you meant it as a compliment.Yes.As a Muslim it is a compliment.But for a non-Muslim?It might turn out to be an insult don't you think?So...I don't have a conclusion here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well I'm sorry I don't appear physically(is it?) like a Muslim.I don't know how a Muslim supposed to look like other than wearing hijab and covering aurat.Wait...Does it mean I have to look like a certain race to be considered as a Muslim?That's racist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I came from a mixed family.My mum is a muallaf.My grandfather of her side who we called Akung is a devoted Christian as well as my grandmother,Mama.My mum's siblings are all Christians,so as my cousins.I have some who converted to Muslim.I have uncles who are a either priest/father/reverend.(I still can't tell those apart).But we all lived happily.We respect each other's religion.And we're all good.I know some of you came from a different kind of upbringing.But you should have a non-Muslim friend don't you?You don't?Well...I don't know what to say.And I know for some of you,you'd expect all Muslims to have Muslim names like Ahmad,Muhammad,Nur,Siti,Nurul.Well you can't assume that all the time.My name is NINI EVO VAIZURA.I am a Muslim.My bestfriend is CHARO BINTI SANI NORDIN.She's a Muslim too.And our bestfriend is BENAZIR JAPIRIL BANDARAN,she's a Muslim too.So you can't judge someone by their name or their race or how they look.And please stop questioning how can I be related to that person who is not even a Muslim.We're blood related.We may have different beliefs but we're family.Tied by blood.And that shouldn't be a problem considering some of our beloved Prophet's PBUH family member is not even Muslim till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not implying anything here.This is not stereotyping okay.Please hear me out.It might not be weird for us Borneo people to have a mixed family.And it might be a little weird for SOME people from Peninsular to accept that.But hey.That's how we roll.Please respect that.And don't go and say things like "Ah,keluarga dia kafir".I don't like that.I'm honoured to be part of a mixed family.I'm proud of it.If I could do this life all over again,I'd choose the same family,Sinakagon Pius Intiang Lausin.I'm proud that I'm a Dusun,with a lil bit of Java and Chinese on the side.That's just the main course,you wanna know the rest?Hahaha.I have a lil Bajau,Dayak,Iban and Murut too.I'm like an ABC.And yeah I taste good. ;) There's no such thing as a pure blood here in Sabah.You can ask all of your Sabahan friends if you don't believe me.Ask them what is their race.And all that's in between.Go ahead and try.It's impossible I dare say to find a pure blood Dusun,Bajau,Suluk,Murut etc etc.Seriously.Kawin campur maaaa...Hahahahaha.I be following that footsteps too. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Don't worry.Even though I came from a mixed family,when they drink,I don't.When they eat non halal food,I don't.But my family are a considerate type.I've told this story before right,pernah puasa di kampung with my grandparents.So you'll understand.When I say mixed family,I meant Muslims + non-Muslims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I came across a sign on a Restaurant the other day while wandering around Segama with my friends.It said "Restoran XXXX.Makanan Islam".I LOL-ed.Why?Because there are no such thing as 'Makanan Islam'.Makanan Halal yes.But 'Makanan Islam',nope!You can't do that you know.Label yourself as a restaurant that serves 'Makanan Islam'.As far as I'm concerned,Islam never put a label on any kind of food.There are no particular food that is labelled as 'Makanan Islam'.Muslims can eat chicken.Its not pork.BUT!Whether it is Halal or Haram doesn't apply to the type of food in this case.But how it was prepared.Sembelihan for example.I'm just saying that,as far as I know,there are no such thing as 'Makanan Islam'.It sounds funny.If that exist then there's going to be a 'Makanan Christian' or 'Makanan Hindu'.Just put 'Makanan Halal' for God's sake.Orang tau sudah orang Islam boleh makan sana.Jangan la extreme sangat sampai letak 'Makanan Islam'.That's branding namanya.Nanti orang Cina namau makan di kedai ko baru tau.Orang Cina banyak duit tau.Nehh...Rugi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay lah.That's all for today.Have a nice day people!Remember, RESPEITO.Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s : Excuse my grammar and typo please.Malas mau recheck and rewrite.Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s 2 : Azmie saya orang paling comel di dunia. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/warning-this-might-be-offensive-post.html' title='WARNING : This Might Be Offensive'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Tawau, Sabah, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>4.282457 117.91478699999993</georss:point><georss:box>4.01056 117.21676049999994 4.554354 118.61281349999993</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-8503531036196640020</id><published>2011-09-26T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:32:18.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dare to be me?'/><title type='text'>My Kind of Music Is Kind of Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was going to make a post about bullying and stuff but I'm kinda lack of ideas right now.I read my previous blogpost and it was full of typos.Yeah...I was suppose to put 'taught' instead of thought.So...I'm dumb.Anyway.Here's a new blogpost from me.Just for the sake of blogging I guess.If you're bored,feel free to do this as well.Cheerio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pick 10 artists before reading the questions!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Queen&lt;br /&gt;2.) Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;3.) U-KISS&lt;br /&gt;4.) BEAST&lt;br /&gt;5.) Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;6.) Foster the People&lt;br /&gt;7.) Take That&lt;br /&gt;8.) Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;9.) Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;10.) Rod Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) What was the first song you ever heard by 6?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pumped Up Kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) What is your favorite song of 8?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Haru Haru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) What kind of impact has 5 left on your life?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; More than you can ever imagine.She's one of my idols.She's true to herself.Honest with her music.She opens a lot of doors.And one day I'm gonna sing songs just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) What are your favorite lyrics of 1?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Inside my heart is breaking,my make up maybe flaking but my smiles.Still stays on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) How many times have you seen 4 live?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately,never.I missed out on them three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) What is your favorite song by 7?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Is there any song by 3 that makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 0330.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) What is your favorite song by 9?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She Will Be Loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) When did you first get into 2?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Over three years ago.My boyfriend gave me one song,Dear God and then I searched for more and got hooked up.They're the best band ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) How did you get into 3?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After listening to their song Round &amp;amp; Round.I thought this group is pretty good.And they continue to make good music.Sadly not enough recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) What is your favorite song by 4?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) How many times have you seen 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; None. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) What is a good memory concerning 10?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; His song "Have I Told You Lately That I Love You".I gave that to my boyfriend years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) Is there a song by 8 that makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Emm...Lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) What is your favorite song of 1?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Show Must Go On.&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/4576241565374253511-8503531036196640020?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/8503531036196640020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=8503531036196640020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/8503531036196640020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/8503531036196640020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-kind-of-music-is-kind-of-weird.html' title='My Kind of Music Is Kind of Weird'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Tawau, Sabah, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>4.282457 117.91478699999993</georss:point><georss:box>4.01056 117.21676049999994 4.554354 118.61281349999993</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-4850704265179117439</id><published>2011-09-24T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T19:20:28.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dare to be me?'/><title type='text'>God Hates Me...Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;내가 제일 잘나가.Yeah...More like the best in screwing up.For your information,nothing I ever did in this life is right.I'm always wrong.And I don't know why.난 항상 잘못 해요.내가 왜?Hmmm...I think I'm cursed.Just like in the movies.I'm the problem here.If I'm not hurting myself,I'll end up hurting everyone else.I'm like a hurting machine.Everything that comes out of my head are bound to hurt people.And usually,the people I meant to hurt doesn't get it,and when I don't mean to hurt people,things get ugly.Just like my face.God,why are you doing this to me?어떡해?You are so unfair sometimes.I just don't get where You're going with this.This game slash destiny slash fate You're playing on me.Piss off!Aishhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;젠장!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Suddenly I feel like my summer holiday is a wee bit too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;젠장&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;...When will you ever be thankful Nini!But seriously though.I was planning to work this summer.Planning to get some extra cash for some plans.But Noooooo...God decided it's time for my wisdom tooth to come out.And hell yeah it hurts!Thank You oh Merciful One.Pfft!Yeah I'm talkin to You alright.There are like 365 days a year and You got to choose summer.Great!All my plans were ruined.I didn't even get the chance to go to Tawau like I initially planned.Everything's screwed.God loves to screw up my life.Which apparently,I don't even think I have one.And God decided that it wasn't enough to screw me up so He screwed my family up.Okay fine!Challenge accepted.And everything went down down down afterwards.Oh yeah,if you're a pious servant of God,you should back the hell off my blog...right...about...now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Yeah I'm pissed alright.I just don't understand what does He want from me.I mean come on.He created me in the first place,and now He's destroying me,one brain &amp;amp; heart cell at a time.If You wanna take me down,You do it all the way.Yes! I surrender.How am I suppose to win over You and Your bloody tests?You're like the mightiest power on Earth,no Universe.People bow to You.People worship You.How the hell would a mere human like me,which happens to be one of Your creations,go up against You?Not going against You as in disobeying You.(For you sick headed pejuang jihad out there) What I meant was to live up to Your expectations.I can't.I am basically nothing.Even a plankton is more significant than me.So why me?Why like this?If You're not happy with me,why don't You just take me away from here?Why torture me?There's just so many things I wanna ask You.And I hope You're listening. (Damn...I've gone crazy tryna talk to God...Like this...진짜...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;젠장...내가 왜 이렇게요? Hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;이렇게 정말 아프다.This is hurtful.나는 미친놈 바보 사람.I hate myself right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I have put a lot of thought to it,and I think I'm too old to be living off my parents.I think it's time for me to be independent.Whatever independent means.I have thought of moving out of my parent's house next summer.Which means,I'm still gonna come back to Malaysia every summer,but I'm not gonna live with them anymore.I have thought of renting rooms and working part time jobs.Anything that will keep me alive for at least two months or so.I don't care if I have to eat instant noodle for that matter.I'm all grown up now.At least that's what I thought.In the USA,some kids already left their houses at the age of eighteen to pursue their dreams or whatnot.See?My point exactly.I am too old to be living off my parents.Staying at home made my realize,I do no good being at home.Other than cleaning and stuff.Which suddenly became my sole responsibility.I am wasting my youth here.I should be out there like all of my friends.Living life to the fullest.Travelling here and there.And I don't wanna be stuck at home.I'm not a kid anymore.And internet isn't that much fun anymore.I'm thinking of pros and cons of my actions and the consequences that will follow but I am going to do this.I am going to leave.I don't wanna stay here anymore.My dream job is to be a UN volunteer.To travel.To do things beyond my limit.So far I did none o'that.Which makes me five step behind everybody else of my age.I know its outta my comfort zone.Things gonna be hard.But that's life right?At least twenty years from now,if I'm still alive,I have things to talk about.How hard my life was...How crazy the things I've done to survive.Not that I'm not thankful with the things my parents provide for me.No.Its just that,I wanna do things for myself.For once.Maybe cast this 'selfish' demon outta myself.Maybe by living by my own wits will make me a better person.Who knows?Even my big sister didn't live with us at my age.She's still alive and well.I think my parents will flip when I tell them my plan.I'm still waiting for a good time to tell them.They don't have to give me money if they don't want to.I'll manage.Sometimes I think its unfair.My parents always thought me how hard their life was as a kid and as an adolescence.I never get the chance to feel that way.How am I suppose to appreciate life when I never get to experience that kind of hardship?Well,I know I know.You're smirking right now right?Saying "This bitch just bitched about hatin on God and stuff because of the misery God gave her and she's askin fo hardship now?This bitch be trippin".Oh yeah?Why don't chu get up on ma grill and I'm ma beat yo ass up.What?What?Come at me bro.Wait whaaaat?Hahaha....That my friend,is a different kind of hardship.Mine was more of a heartache than a hardship.And tell you what,heartache is uncurable.Hardship you can make a living outta it.I'm bluffing.I don't even know what I'm talking about right now.Damn you hypoglycemia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ma point is...ehem...my point is.I wanna experience the things ma momma &amp;amp; ma dad experienced.What am I gon tell my bambinis in the future?Yo momma live off her parents till she was thirty?Damn that ain't cool.Besides,living away from my family would mean I get enough space for myself.Shit! I just wanna be alone! I just want a house for myself.I don't care if I got only a piece of mattress.I'm gon find my own crib and live my own life away from everybody and survive.Yeah.Wut?And God,for God's sake please convince my parents to let me move outta the house.And I don't want them to let me go with a heavy heart.I want them to let me go with hope and pride.Like like...A parents sending off their son to war.Yeah like that.Thas shit right ther.And they ain't got to worry shit.I'm a big girl.I know how to take care of myself.Though I'm not really a good person,still I'm tryin ma best to be good.So that still counts right?Aite.Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I guess that's all for now.I haven't write in a while and once I do I'm like BAAM! Yeah food for thoughts.And um...Kids,if you're under the age of 18 and be reading my blog,please don't ever be like me.Be someone else.Be someone better.And listen to your parents,if necessary.Argue if you must.But not always.It'll make you grow.Stay in school.Study well unless you have something else to offer to the society other than your intelligence.That's all.Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4576241565374253511-4850704265179117439?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4850704265179117439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=4850704265179117439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4850704265179117439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4850704265179117439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/god-hates-mesometimes.html' title='God Hates Me...Sometimes'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Keningau, Sabah, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>5.264971 116.32825690000004</georss:point><georss:box>4.90061 115.98948790000004 5.629332 116.66702590000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-9205490817343769575</id><published>2011-09-24T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T17:06:53.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>saturday already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yuuuuuhuuuu~ This is a test.I mean a testing post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-9205490817343769575?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/9205490817343769575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=9205490817343769575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/9205490817343769575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/9205490817343769575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/saturday-already.html' title='saturday already?'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-6251355328695726185</id><published>2011-09-11T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:43:30.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Millennium Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is a random post.So I cut my hair again today (yeah yeah,you told everybody already.on twitter on facebook.everywhere.pfft!)... (-_-") asssssssss I was saying,I cut my hair really short today.And for the first time ever,I don't regret chopping off my &lt;s&gt;beautiful golden locks&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;long hair.Check out my Facebook wall photo,if you're my friend on Facebook or on my Twitter default,if you're following me on Twitter (stop acting like a celebrity you moron)..*whispering* shut up! I'm sorry,that's my 'conscience' speaking.Pfft!More like my hater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So what I'm going to show you guys today are some pictures of my three year &lt;s&gt;lil twerp&lt;/s&gt; old brother,Ayie.For some reason I think that it is amusing (not!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkS6Dp18pEo/Tmx9bVdlIwI/AAAAAAAABDs/QbENhR005pU/s1600/08092011005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkS6Dp18pEo/Tmx9bVdlIwI/AAAAAAAABDs/QbENhR005pU/s640/08092011005.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is our little angel Ayie with his Teddy.(I blame Mr Bean).And that is his favorite white blanket which he calls his semiut (selimut).It was supposed to be Abah's selendang,serban...err...Abah punya lah yang penting!But this lil twerp took it from Abah.This kid is Anak Abah,like me.Daddy's boy.Abah punya cakap ja paling dia dengar.Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDQiQJRt6E8/Tmx9sd8NA2I/AAAAAAAABD0/_EXoIZIgVXM/s1600/10092011015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDQiQJRt6E8/Tmx9sd8NA2I/AAAAAAAABD0/_EXoIZIgVXM/s640/10092011015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is his daily routine.I only function as the person who turns on the laptop,open the browser and search on Youtube.The rest (play,enlarge,buffer,next) he does it himself.May I remind you that this kid is only 3 years old and he can't even pronounce the word R just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TezseVm-tg/Tmx9yIcRBeI/AAAAAAAABD4/nT7a4ID5nas/s1600/10092011016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TezseVm-tg/Tmx9yIcRBeI/AAAAAAAABD4/nT7a4ID5nas/s640/10092011016.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;LIKE A BOSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeIyRzFkJV8/Tmx9jADhfWI/AAAAAAAABDw/PMFjOPdhIMI/s1600/08092011014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeIyRzFkJV8/Tmx9jADhfWI/AAAAAAAABDw/PMFjOPdhIMI/s640/08092011014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This...was candid.I was busy watching videos on my phone.He took Abah's phone,turned on the camera and start to take pictures of himself and everything around him.In this photo,he tried to record a commercial (because we don't have Astro PVR...yet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As you can see,from the photos above,he looks &lt;s&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt;,&lt;s&gt;plumpy&lt;/s&gt;,gundut kan?Yes he is very healthy.And he is 17kg to date.And yes,that is heavy.And yes,you might sprain your back carrying him if you weight less than 45 kg.And yes,he is cuddly.Hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh boy.I am so gonna miss this kid once I'm back in that wasteland.Hmm...Anyhow.That's all.Bye bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4576241565374253511-6251355328695726185?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6251355328695726185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=6251355328695726185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/6251355328695726185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/6251355328695726185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/millennium-children.html' title='Millennium Children'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HkS6Dp18pEo/Tmx9bVdlIwI/AAAAAAAABDs/QbENhR005pU/s72-c/08092011005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-3437043720581426246</id><published>2011-09-10T05:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T05:38:04.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss you Azmie...'/><title type='text'>How Do I Get You Alone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="288" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VT1-sitWRtY?rel=0" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love this song because it reminds me of Azmie.I miss him so much. (T~T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's 455 am here,Malaysian time.I'm supposed to sleep right now but nooooo~ I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to do a Freddie Mercury birthday tribute post but I got stuck with this song.I'll do a tribute later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not going anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love the lyrics,the video and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is my second favorite Avril Lavigne's song after When You're Gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I still can't listen to When You're Gone without having my eyes all teary.Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hmm...I'm so sad right now.I miss him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He's dealing with his final exams now.I wish you the best of luck sayang.Fighting! I love you Azmie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;*whispering*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(but I miss you even more) (T~T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So...before I start crying,I better do something fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Because I'm in the living room so I can't just cry freely here.My room?Monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Kidding.My sister slept on my bed so I had to sleep outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But I can't sleep because I can't sleep with the lights on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I need to be in total darkness to fall asleep.Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No,seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My pineal gland is kinda shitty these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I mean come on,the amount of melatonin its secreting?Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What am I?A three year old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I need more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I need sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bye now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(T~T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s : Good luck Azmie.I love you so much.Fighting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/4576241565374253511-3437043720581426246?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3437043720581426246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=3437043720581426246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/3437043720581426246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/3437043720581426246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-do-i-get-you-alone.html' title='How Do I Get You Alone?'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VT1-sitWRtY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Keningau, Sabah, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>5.264971 116.32825690000004</georss:point><georss:box>4.90061 115.98948790000004 5.629332 116.66702590000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-2751045287602025114</id><published>2011-09-09T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:21:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Another Way To Numb My Mind.</title><content type='html'>Is this working?Will this work?I&amp;#39;m email-blogging right now.I hope&lt;br&gt;this will work.It&amp;#39;ll make my life 9564353721546873 easier.Thank you&lt;br&gt;technology.If this work,I promise to update my blog more often.At the&lt;br&gt;end of everyday,before I go to sleep.Starting...emm..anytime soon I&lt;br&gt;guess.Well that&amp;#39;s all.Bye.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Sent from my mobile device&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-2751045287602025114?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2751045287602025114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=2751045287602025114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2751045287602025114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2751045287602025114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-from-another-way-to-numb-my-mind.html' title='Hello from Another Way To Numb My Mind.'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-2719322915575420400</id><published>2011-08-31T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T15:42:15.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If I could turn back time.'/><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This is a two in one post.Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri &amp;amp; Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan yang ke-54 Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very busy for the past couple of weeks.Dealing with my toothache of course.Mum told me my surgery mungkin akan dipercepatkan.Thank God!Sebab sedih bha nda dapat ni makan time raya.Kuih raya pun dapat tengok ja.Sebab keras kan.Kalau salah gigit,nah...guling-guling kesakitan lepas tu.Huhu (T~T).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Emm...Jarang sudah online sekarang.Memandangkan phone saya rosak.Sebab phone sekarang ni nda ada wifi jadi nda dapat la surfing percuma dalam rumah.(Even dalam tandas...Hahahaha.Tida bha.) Lepas tu sekarang saya malar depan TV sebab banyak cerita siok.Hehehe...Macam biasalah melayan drama Korea non-stop!Busy lagi menjaga adik saya yang paling kecil tu,lil twerp Ayie!Adui...nda menang tangan mau melayan tu budak.Telampau pintar.Tia pandai diam lagi tu.Maka saya busy la sekarang...Kununlah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hmm...Apa lagi mau cerita aa.Oo...Jumaat minggu lalu,sebelum raya tu,berapa hari bulan tu aa?26 ka?Malas mau tengok calendar.Hahaha.Kami ada small reunion untuk ex-6 Harapan 2002 SRK St Francis Xavier Keningau di rumah cikgu Maths merangkap cikgu kelas kami dulu,Teacher Rosliza.Nda ramai pun yang hadir.Nda sampai pun sepuluh orang.Sebab yang lain tu belum balik kan.Tapi siok la.Mau dekat sepuluh tahun sudah nda jumpa dorang.Lain sudah muka semua.Thank you kepada semua yang datang,Kak Yong,Wawa,Amalina &amp;amp; adik dia(saya lupa nama adik dia -.-"),Adlizan &amp;amp; Zulhelmi(ka?).Saya lupa sudah nama-nama dorang.Huhuhu...Sedih~ Makin tua rupanya sudah saya ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lepas tu besoknya saya attend satu lagi reunion.With THE ULUNGS!This...I really look forward tu.Semua yang jauh pulang,yang diperantauan pulang.Bukan senang sudah mau kumpul kan?Kami kumpul ngam-ngam pada hari si ketua kontinjen,Jimmy sampai Sabah dari UTP.Syahmi &amp;amp; Ben memang tengah intern di KK.Charo &amp;amp; Valen pun sudah balik dari UK.Jadi perfect timing la mau kumpul.Awal pagi saya jalan dari Keningau.Time saya sampai di Terminal Nui Luk tu,bas mau jalan sudah.Next bas yang nda penuh is jam 10.Saya sedih sudah.Sebab sampai tengahari kan.Nda siok la.But boss Nui Luk tu kawan abah jadi dia kasi naik bas yang mau jalan sudah.Tapi duduk belaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakang sekali.Saya pun nda sure itu memang seat dalam bas ka atau tempat letak barang.Sandi juga la terpaksa belipat-lipat duduk di belakang tu.Tapi tidak apa.Tapi yang bikin panas tu kan,ada bha pervert mengacau saya time tu.Kin panas betul.Sudah la saya mabuk.Nah...last-last muntah.Pasal tu pervert.Damn you!Sampai la juga di KK.Terus Valen &amp;amp; Charo ambil saya di terminal,terus kami pi 1Borneo.Hahahaha.Paling detail sudah.Sementara menunggu kehadiran si Ben,kami main pool.Saya main 3 game lawan Charo.Semua kalah.Damn...Tidak terer bha sudah.Lama sudah nda main kan.Huhuhu...Lepas habis 5 game,kami pi lepak Times baca-baca buku.Ada buku belajar Korean tapi duit saya tia cukup mau beli time tu.Huhu...Saya ada la tulis certain words dalam phone saya tapi malangnyaa...Phone saya itu sudah rosak lorh. (T~T) Sampai ja si Ben,kami pi tengok wayang Zookeeper.Lawak gila!Saya bagi 3/5 lah.Hehehehe.Si Ben lah paling kuat ketawa.Terus saya teringat Azmie saya.Dia pun ketawa kuat kalau tengok wayang.Comel ni. (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lepas wayang tu kami pi Tanjung Aru berbuka puasa sana.Paling lucu time berbuka.Time Azan lah.Kami angkat tangan ja berdoa,semua orang tengok kami.Hahahaha.Dorang nda sangka kali kami Muslim.Kecuali si Valen lah.Tapi dia pun puasa bha hari tu.Ada 20 sayap ayam,30 sate,keropok lekor,teh C ping,orange,soya.Nahh...makan besar.Thank you Charo ka Valen aa yang bayar tu?Anyway...Thank you!Biarpun saya nda dapat makan banyak sebab sakit gigi.Damn...Tapi puas hati juga lah dapat lepak-lepak cerita-cerita sama dorang.Jimmy awal-awal dia cakap dia nda dapat join.Beliau dia nda bagi.Syahmi pula mau berbuka sama family dulu.Kalau dapat join baru dia join.Terus macam nda berapa siok sudah.Tapi tiba-tiba si Valen dapat SMS daripada si Jimmy.Dia minta culik dari rumah dia.Terus kami pun plan la apa semua.Terus kami pun pigi rumah dia.Contact Syahmi,dia di Suria Sabah.So last-last kami plan lepak di Jesselton Point lah.Syahmi sampai duluan sebab kami caught up in traffic.Gila mau mati jam 9 pun jammed masih area sana tu.Tapi banyak insiden lucu lah berlaku sebelum kami sampai JP.Hahaha...Biarlah kami ja yang tau.Saya &amp;amp; Charo naik kereta si Ben.Terus Jimmy dapat kereta dari beliau dia.Jadi naik kereta la kami semua.Best!Kami punya mini konvoi.Hehehe...Terus kami lepak-lepak la di JP.Cerita-cerita.Siok!Then malam tu saya tidur di rumah si Charo.Mummy dia ada buat Sheppard(gitu ka mau eja tu?) Pie.Tengok cerita Korea lagi sama aunty Kung &amp;amp; si Yoko sampai jam 2.Terus tidur.Pagi tu pigi Gaya Street sekejap.Then saya pulang Keningau naik teksi sebab trauma mau naik bas sudah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay lah.Parents saya mau pi rumah nenek tua sudah.Saya rasa mau ikut.Tapi sakit gigi.Hohoho...Till then.Selamat Hari Raya semua.Bye bye~!Ppyong ppyong!~~ (^_^)v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;p/s : Saya rindu Azmie saya. (T~T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-2719322915575420400?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2719322915575420400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=2719322915575420400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2719322915575420400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2719322915575420400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/08/selamat-tenenet-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Keningau, Sabah, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>5.264971 116.32825690000004</georss:point><georss:box>4.90061 115.98948790000004 5.629332 116.66702590000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-5995965858803061330</id><published>2011-08-22T06:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T06:31:44.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss you Azmie...'/><title type='text'>You Know What I Hate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;너는 내가 밉다 하는지 알아요?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You don't know?Well I'm here to tell you what it is.I'm currently doing my best to learn Hangeul (Korean).Not because I want to be a South Korean.JFC...Some people are so stupid I guess.It's just for fun.For my own knowledge.At least I'm skilled in more than three languages.That's a skill.I can use it for the purpose of work and communication someday.Bahasa,English and Chinese is nothing these days.Even the PATIs can speak Chinese nowadays.Don't believe me?Come to Keningau and you'll see tan-skinned,curly-haired people speaks Chinese.I hate it when people misunderstood my intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;너는 내가 정말 밉다 하는지 알아요?&amp;nbsp;너는 몰라요?&amp;nbsp;아 ... 진짜요?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay I'll tell.You know what.I hate people bashing on KPOP.I don't know what's your problem.I don't know why.But I don't like it.난 그게 &amp;nbsp;너무 싫다.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been delaying this post for days.Because I have tonnes of (no)things to do.LOL.Seriously.I was busy playing with my 3 year old brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I helped my dad cleaned the backyard yesterday afternoon and look what happened to me.I had this excruciating shoulder pain and I had to wear neck support.I don't know what happened.As far as I remembered,all I did was kakai daun pokok rambutan yang gugur.That was it.I may have glanced at my neighbor's banana tree and thought to myself "Ee..pokok ni dari aku kecil lagi di sini".But only to myself.Saya cakap dalam hati maa...And I did have this thought though "Mesti keteguran ni lepas kasi bersih ni"...Oh my God.That's it!That's where I screwed up!Abah told me that 'something' at the banana tree 'tegur' me because 'it' thought I was an acquaintance.Abah added,because of my hair.Yeah...Nice try dad.Ain't gonna change my hair color for now.Hahahaha...Nopedy nopedy nu~&amp;nbsp;죄송합니다 아빠..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;ㅋㅋㅋ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;내 여보가 보고싶어요 (T~T). 내 여보가 오늘 과 어제 과 내일 바쁘게하다. 저는 노래를 CN Blue's 노래,"외톨이야"... 외톨이야, 외톨이야~~ (T~T)... I miss Azmie so much! Azmie 보고싶어서요... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I guess that's it for now.My back is killing me.내가 그거 정말 걱정해요. 너무 아파요~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;ㅜㅜㅜ I'll write again soon.Take care everyone.Have a nice blessed day. 안녕... 뿅!뿅!뿅!~ (n_n)/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;p/s : I MISS AZMIE J ANDAI SO MUCH!&amp;nbsp;아~~~~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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/4576241565374253511-5995965858803061330?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5995965858803061330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=5995965858803061330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5995965858803061330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5995965858803061330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-know-what-i-hate.html' title='You Know What I Hate?'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Keningau, Sabah, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>5.264971 116.32825690000004</georss:point><georss:box>4.90061 115.98948790000004 5.629332 116.66702590000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-717529162530612369</id><published>2011-08-22T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:56:14.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cik nini.'/><title type='text'>I am awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; 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font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NGe0hHvAGkc?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;CL] Balkge useobojiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nae mame deulji anha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nan yeppeuji anha areumdapji anha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[BOM] Norael bulleobojiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amudo deutji anha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nan yeppeuji anha areumdapji anha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[DARA] Nan wae ireohke motnan geolkka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eoddeokhamyeon nado neocheoreom hwanhage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Useobol su isseolkka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[MINJI] Ddo hwagana wae neul wanbyeokhaji mothae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ggaejin geoul sok motnan moseubeul hyanghae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tathagiman hae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[BOM] Chyeodabojima jigeum I neuggimi shilheonan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eodironga sumgoman shipeo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beoseo nago shipeo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sesangeun geojitmal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[CL] I think I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t lie to my face tellin’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me I’m pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t lie to my face cuz I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[MINJI] Nal shwipge ihaehandago hajima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mot saenggigo bbiddoleojin nae maeumi neol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonmanghaljido molla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[BOM] Mal shikijima nan neowa eoulliji mothae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Geu jalnan nunbit sok chagawoon gashiki nal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summakhige hae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[MINJI] Dagaojima neoui gwanshimjocha shilheo nan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eodironga ddeonago shipeo sori chigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shipeo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sesangeun geojitmal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[CL] I think I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t lie to my face tellin’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me I’m pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t lie to my face cuz I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[DARA] All alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ddaddeuthamiran eopseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gyeoten amudo eopseo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All alone I’m all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m always all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ddaddeuthamiran eopseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gyeoten geu nugudo nal anajul saram eopseo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[CL] I think I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t lie to my face tellin’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me I’m pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t lie to my face cuz I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRANSLATION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[CL] I’m trying to smile brightly but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m not pretty, I’m not beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[BOM] I’m trying to sing but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one is listening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m not pretty, I’m not beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh oh oh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[DARA] Why am I this ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What must I do for me to be able to smile brightly like you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[MINJI] I’m getting angry again, why can’t I ever be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I simply put the blame on my ugly appearance in this broken mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[BOM] Don’t look at me, I hate this feeling right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to hide away somewhere, I want to escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This world is full of lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[CL] I think I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t lie to my face tellin’ me I’m pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t lie to my face cuz I know I’m ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[MINJI] Don’t tell me that you can understand me so easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My ugly and crooked heart may even come to resent you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[BOM] Don’t force me to talk, I’m not right for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cold thorns inside that patronizing gaze suffocate me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[MINJI] Don’t come closer, I don’t even want your concern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to leave away to somewhere, I want to shout out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This world is full of lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[CL] I think I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t lie to my face tellin’ me I’m pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t lie to my face cuz I know I’m ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[DARA] All alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m all alone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There is no such thing as warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no one by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;All alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m all alone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m always alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There’s no such thing as warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next to my side, there’s not even anyone to embrace me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[CL] I think I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be prety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t lie to my face tellin’ me I’m pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think I’m ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And nobody wants to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like her I wanna be pretty I wanna be pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t lie to my face cuz I know I’m ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;credits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;video by 2NE1 @ youtube&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rom by bestdj @ ygladies.com + trans by&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEE&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;@ ygladies.com (via oneasiaa.wordpress.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-5977768923221076086?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5977768923221076086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=5977768923221076086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5977768923221076086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5977768923221076086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/08/exactly-how-i-feel.html' title='Exactly How I Feel...'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NGe0hHvAGkc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-1650428264849787218</id><published>2011-07-17T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:25:07.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cik nini.'/><title type='text'>Just Want 10 Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yorobun annyeong! (^_^)v&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hahahahaha.Yeah,I know.WTF is with this kid?Hahahaha.I am so happy today.Well,despite my horrible exams and stuff,still,I am alive and well.For now.Hahahaha.Okay..So what now.Oh,have I told you that I am going home?Yes yes.Ten days to go bish!Hahahahaha...I am just so happy I could die.Omo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have been watching few Korean Variety shows and drama recently.I hereby recommend RUNNING MAN for those who likes to laugh and have a good time.I swear to God,your tummy might just explode out of laughter.Seriously.Because I almost had a mini heart attack last time I watched RUNNING MAN.Damn it.That show is so awesome.My fave has to be SPARTAKOOKS!Hahahahaha.Though recently he traded his manliness to be the aegyo KOOKIE,still...He is awesome.And scary.But at the same time,cute.Aegyo-scary SPARTAKOOKIE!Hehehehehe.But I like everybody.Na Monday Couple Gary &amp;amp; Jihyo neomu cheoayeo.I like them very much.I like everybody!It's sad that Jongki has to leave the show.No more scandalous Jongki.Awww... :( I can't wait for the subbed episodes to be uploaded on Youtube!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I watched ATHENA GODDESS OF WAR and I'm like...This...Yes!A must watch drama lah.K-drama must not ever miss this drama.Very modern,very awesome.And dibs on Jung Woo Sung &amp;amp; Kim Min Jong.Wahahahahahahaha...Jung Woo Sung used his real name in this drama,Jung Woo.Kim Min Jong as Ki Soo.Awhh...Cheenchal these ahjussi!They're like in their&amp;nbsp;forties&amp;nbsp;already but still smoking hot!Seriously.SMOKING HOT!Especially Jung Woo.Omo.How old is he really?Super cute eyes,super cute smile,super smoking hot body.Omo...And don't get me started with Kim Min Jong!I freaking like this ahjussi!As they get older,they get hotter and hotter.What is your secret hanguk saram ahjussi?Oh?Malhaebwa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay this might make me lame,but I just started to watch FAMILY OUTING.Yeah I know.Major fail right.But one insignificant short man once told me,it's better late than never right?So I kinda fell for one of the family member.Guess who...Hahahaha.Clue?He is in his 40 also.Just like Jung Woo Sung and Kim Min Jong.He is one of the most respected actor in Korea.Tall and manly.Handsome too.Hehehe.If you guess Chunhee or Haejin,please slap yourself.Not them.It's KIM SOO RO!Yes!Kim Soo Roo oppa!Na cheoayeo! &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; Hehehehehe.I just love how cool he is on that show.How cool it is for him to win all the games.Yes,he is my GAME DEVIL!Kim Soo Ro.He is so manly,right?I like the look on his face when he's doing his thing.Although he is a little weird,and mean towards Chunhee,still,I just can't stop liking him.I like him a lot,this Kim Soo Ro oppa!Mianhae Jung Woo Sung &amp;amp; Kim Min Jong ahjussi,Kim Soo Ro wins! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;So because of my obsession ehem I mean fondness towards Kim Soo Ro oppa,I started to watch his drama GOD OF STUDY.This aired on KBSW last year but I missed it because I was following I AM SAM,the one with TOP of Big Bang in it.And I honestly regret my decision to abandon this drama.Kim Soo Ro oppa is so jjang! &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; I don't even swoon over the handsome co-star in GOD OF STUDY,the one named Hwang Baek Hyun (Hwang Taek Kyung.LOL) because I was too&amp;nbsp;mesmerized by Kim Soo Ro oppa's charisma.Wah...That man.He is so manly.Full of manliness.Yaahhhh....Kim Soo Ro appa..Ops!Oppa...Hahahaha.He is so awesome......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I am a BEAST B2ST fanatic these days.And I am currently starting on my BEAST fan FICTION.I haven't thought of any tittle but the story is there.I just need to jolt them down.And I gotta warn you,people with weak heart or stomach should really restrain yourself from reading it.Hahahaha.I think I wouldn't wanna post in in public either.My BEAST oppas will think I'm creepy.Hahahaha....I just love BEAST.Can't go a day without listening to their songs.My favorite for now is VIRUS.Damn sexy song.Woonwoon's voice.Jeongmal...Drives me micheosseo.Hehehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay lah.That's all.Suddenly I ran out of ideas.Hahahahaha...Just so you know,LEE GIKWANG,SON DONGWOON &amp;amp; KIM SOO RO ARE MINE!ALL MINE!!!!Hahahahahaha.Bye now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Annyeong! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-1650428264849787218?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1650428264849787218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=1650428264849787218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/1650428264849787218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/1650428264849787218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-want-10-minutes.html' title='Just Want 10 Minutes'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-4535354995131492130</id><published>2011-06-07T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:54:41.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fallen Angel'/><title type='text'>Not Ready To Make Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="249" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pojL_35QlSI?rel=0" width="325"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with doubt&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for me to figure out&lt;br /&gt;I've paid a price&lt;br /&gt;And I'll keep paying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell and I don't have time&lt;br /&gt;To go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm mad as hell, can't bring myself&lt;br /&gt;To do what it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you said&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just get over it?&lt;br /&gt;It turned my whole world around&lt;br /&gt;And I kinda like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my bed and I sleep like a baby&lt;br /&gt;With no regrets and I don't mind sayin'&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad, sad story when a mother will teach her&lt;br /&gt;Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how in the world can the words that I said&lt;br /&gt;Send somebody so over the edge&lt;br /&gt;That they'd write me a letter sayin' that I better&lt;br /&gt;Shut up and sing or my life will be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell and I don't have time&lt;br /&gt;To go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm mad as hell, can't bring myself&lt;br /&gt;To do what it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to make nice&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to back down&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mad as hell and I don't have time&lt;br /&gt;To go round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't if I could&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm mad as hell, can't bring myself&lt;br /&gt;To do what it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;What it is you think I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;br /&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-4535354995131492130?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4535354995131492130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=4535354995131492130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4535354995131492130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4535354995131492130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-ready-to-make-nice.html' title='Not Ready To Make Nice'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pojL_35QlSI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-5806723686617788802</id><published>2011-05-20T09:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:13:23.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dare to be me?'/><title type='text'>Friday Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think its a bit lame to start all my post with "It's been a while" or "Bersarang labah-labah sudah blog saya".Haha.No not this time,no.I think I wanna start to write about something that is going through my mind right now.Duh,like you don't know that.So anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey,girls who just love to let their boobs hanging out from their shirts.I wanna ask you some things.I was curious.What were you guys thinking when you guys do it?Show your cleavage (or what's barely even there to begin with) to the public eye?Does it make you feel any prettier?Sure,your boobs might be nice.I'm sure it goes with your face too right?So why choose to publicly display them boobies?If you're pretty enough and you have that level of confidence in you,I bet you don't need to show them boobies to the whole world right?I mean like,come on.Do you really think that would impress a guy?And people will call you sexy?Haha.Don't make me laugh.And one more thing.Some of you are hypocrites you know.You upload your 'sexy lah sangat' photos on Facebook,Twitter etc etc and when people comment on it saying "Hey boobies" (for example),you call them pervert.Damn girl.You asked for it.Don't get me wrong.I'm not saying all this because I'm jealous.Oh trust me.I'm pretty confident with my boob size okay?They're pretty nice too.But I pity you guys.I wonder,if you already show off what boys had been trying to see all their lives,what's there to offer for that man of your life in the future?Yeah.That guy who would be spending every day if his life looking at your boobs.What if someone came up to him and said "Your wife,her boobies are nice.I saw it".If I were a guy,damn,that's insulting.Guys like to win at things,(aren't you lads?) so that is definitely not winning at all.I'm not saying I'm good.I love to tease people every once in a while.But nobody gives a damn about me &amp;amp; my boob size because I'm PWNED by this one hot guy.Hehehe.But I never go as far as showing off a little too much of my precious babies to the entire universe.This is just my point of view.Excuse me.But baby girl,I don't wanna see your tits on my Facebook Newsfeed,Twitter Timeline or even my Tumblr Dashboard.Keep your boobies where they belong.Within your bra,beneath your shirt and away from people's eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(I was drawing the mammary gland and this came through my mind.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Second of all.I read this Pekeliling thingy on my friend's house yesterday.It was Jaksi's pekeliling.I don't even know what is that thing.I read that it is forbidden to smoke &amp;amp; smoke opiate here.Wait a minute.Correct me if I'm wrong.What is the proper term for Shisha?I mean the act of smoking shisha?Do they call it shisha?I was playing with Omegle last time and there's this girl (I pretended I was a male),she asked me if we have hooka in Egypt.She was from South Africa.And I was like "What the hell is a hooka?".I thought it was an 'Engrish' slang for hooker.You know."Mr X you wan hooka fo tonite?" kind of thing.So I Google it and found out that hookah is that bong-like thing where you smoke shisha from.Smoking shisha right?Or is it shisha-ing?LOL.I don't know.I have been here for three years and I never even tried those things.I don't smoke.Anymore.Haha.So here's the real thing,my friend told me that smoking shisha is forbidden in our religion.Is that correct?Haram shisha.Is that true?She said,if you're a non-smoker but you smoke shisha,it is haram.But if you're a cigarette smoker,its not haram.I am confused.What kind of a hukum is that?So this is why I'm asking you geniuses out there.Help me out here will you?I wanna know.The real deal of this thing.Is it haram or not?I want dalil-dalil okay?Don't just simply argue without any arguments to offer.I was going to buy a small crystal hookah for decorative purpose at home.This is why I'm asking you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know what I hate the most about flush type toilet?It is when the toilet cover/lid is down.Freaking insane!I hate it when that happens.Yeah you know what I mean.Surprise surprise.I hate that the most.Whenever I'm in a public restroom,if the stall that I'm about to use had its lid closed,I won't even bother to enter.For God's sake people,LEARN HOW TO FREAKING FLUSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emm...Oya.This is for KPOP fans only.You can skip to the next paragraph (if there's any) if you're not a fan of KPOP.Have you listen to B2ST's new song FICTION?YOU MUST!If you like that 0330 song from U-KISS I posted here a while ago,you should love it too.And try to listen to their song YOU.I love that song right now.And everytime I hear Dongwoon's part,I smiled to myself.Hehehe.Because he reminds me of my Azmie.No joke.Dongwoon looks a lot like my man!But Dongwoon fans out there,BACK OFF!That's my man.Go find your own KPOP idol look-alike man.Huh!I am so proud to be a BEAUTY.B2ST had been showing a lot of improvement since their first debut.But I kinda like AJ's hair back in BAD GIRL music video.And as a fan of KPOP,I would like to apologize to all non-Malaysian KPOP fans out there for the existence of this MPOP thing.Jeongmal mianhaeyo.I don't know what has gotten into those people.Seriously.And on behalf of ELF from Malaysia,I would like to apologize for the steps they copy from Super Junior's SORRY SORRY.Yeah,you max247.Such an embarrassment for all KPOP fans in Malaysia.Don't address yourself as MPOP please.Its embarrassing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I went to Tahrir today to get a hold with the Travel Agency who issued my ticket back in February.I thought if we couldn't use that ticket anymore,might as well get a refund.Tahrir was pretty damn calm in the afternoon.But you could see some young adults are sitting at the sidewalks,as if they are actually waiting for something big to happen.I bought some souvenirs for my beloved Azmie.Hehehe.At the end of the day,the travel agent asked us to come back on Sunday.Damn.I hope its not going to be sunny like today on Sunday.It was freaking hot.About an hour before Maghrib,some kids already gathered in the middle of the traffic.They were cheering and chanting something.I don't know what it was because my Arab sucks like that.Hoho.But we went home early before anything big even started.I was hoping to stay a little longer to witness whatever may happen (or maybe join them) but duty to God calls.We're coming back on Sunday to get our money back.We're Taking Back Sunday!Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been following this one blog for a while now.I don't know what kind of a blog do you call it.But there are so many of this kind.But I kinda like this one because of the humor.Its a very entertaining blog for me.I am a friend of this blogger's brother.His brother is pretty well known here in Egypt.Everybody knows him.He was the one who suggested that I should follow his brother's blog.So I checked it out and it was awesome.But today,I heard that the blog writer died of pneumonia at 530am Malaysia,1130pm Egypt,May 19th 2011.I was very shocked because I didn't even know he was sick.He never mentioned it on his blog.I just read his post few days back.And his last post wasn't anything weird at all.Its just like,he posted the usual thing and died suddenly.You know,I don't even know this blogger very well.I'm just a fan of is blog.I may not post a lot on my blog lately but that didn't keep me out from checking on people's post every now and then.And I'm still in shocked.To everyone who might be reading this,please,sedekah kan al-Fatihah buat arwah.Thank you.And I went to his blog again today,I read his bio this time.One thing that really got to me was that he wrote "Job : Pelajar Sampai Mati".Man,that is sad.I hope he'll be at peace on the other side.Condolences to the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's all.Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s : please excuse my grammar.its 3 o'clock in the morning.i have been out ticket haunting all day.i'm tired.&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/4576241565374253511-5806723686617788802?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5806723686617788802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=5806723686617788802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5806723686617788802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5806723686617788802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-friday.html' title='Friday Friday'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-7302249698523184607</id><published>2011-05-18T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T16:06:47.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dare to be me?'/><title type='text'>SO FAR AWAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A7ry4cx6HfY?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is a very awesome video from Avenged Sevenfold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was really looking forward to this video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And they never let me down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can never get any cooler than this guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I woke up on the day this video came up on MTV a bit late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I scrolled through my Twitter and saw the Deathbat News posted that the video is out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I rushed down from my bunker and turn my laptop on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I was freaking pissed because I can't view the video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"We can't provide this video on your region"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Damn you Egypt! I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was pissed the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the wait ended just a day after when they uploaded it on Youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just so you know,that guitar Zacky used in this video,its similar to mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am so freaking happy about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;AWESOME VIDEO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I cried the first 3 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay.Thanks.Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-7302249698523184607?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7302249698523184607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=7302249698523184607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7302249698523184607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7302249698523184607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-far-away.html' title='SO FAR AWAY.'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/A7ry4cx6HfY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-295169053818799620</id><published>2011-05-02T03:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T03:43:34.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fallen Angel'/><title type='text'>I'm hurt can't you tell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No.I don't need any sympathy.I don't need any consolation.I don't need any advice.I just need time to fix my broken parts.I am a robot.I don't eat well.Thank God I sleep well.I don't feel like going out of the house,or my room for that matter.I don't know what brought me down lately.I'm not sure.Is it my ever annoying housemates (SOME)?The weather?The Egypt itself?Traffic?Exams?I don't know.But I'm down down down down down right now.So I took an oath not to use any foul language on Twitter starting from May 1st until July 28th (Exam period),I might as well apply the same thing here in my blog.It's kinda like my training.One foul word would cost me RM1 and it will be donated to Rumah Putera Harapan,Ranau.That's the least I could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God,I miss home.I miss Ayie.I mean,whenever I feel like I wanna runaway from the hectic thoughts of being a mini-adult,I just pick him up (Boy,he's heavy) and play with him all day until we both fell asleep.I taught him many things.I never get tired of him.That's the only baby I'm taking care of!At least not in another 10 years.Hmm...I think I've said this over and over again,I don't like being in Egypt!OMG I don't like it here.I'm sorry but I just can't.I'm dying here.I feel like I'm in an asylum.Seriously.Minus the medicine and the locked doors.They even hid our bedroom key!I don't even know why.Must everything I do in the bedroom you want to know?Pfft.Can somebody just call Ultraman and ask him to take me away from here?I wish they were real.Or Special Agent Oso.That lady bug has an alert for kids with troubles right?I kinda need one of those.Next time I see a lady bug,I'm going to do something unnecessary.Hah!I think I'm really losing my mind right now.Seriously.Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Exams.Everything.I just want them to end quickly so I could go home.I'm tortured here.Can't you tell?I have a tendency to kill myself.I'm not afraid of dying.Seriously.Because I'm so stressed out right now.Hmm...I just need some alone time.I need to runaway.Back at home,whenever I feel like hurting myself,I'll just runaway from home.Stay at any hotel and enjoy my time alone.Here?I can't go anywhere.I can't even lock my door.My roomates are always in the room.the only way to avoid them and to have my alone time is to skip class for the whole day.Yes,I am stupid.But I can't think clearly sometimes.I need to runaway.But here it sucks.I have to wear tudung and what not.Pfft!I just want everybody to disappear from my sight for at least an hour or two.This house is too packed.Can they just kick those people out already?They're an eyesore.Or let us live separately.Just five or six people per house.Damn.What is it with this plan?Sometimes,this choking environment drives me insane enough to jump out of the balcony or hang myself in the closet.Seriously.I want to move out but I don't have enough money.I go back home twice a year,so I need extra money.I can't stand two weeks with so many people in the house.So I runaway by going back to Malaysia.I don't wanna ask for money from my parents.That's shameful since I already have a scholar.I rather eat megi than ask for money anymore.So I don't have any other option but to live in misery.Oh somebody,can anybody find me someone to kill me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now,my stomach hurts for thinking about this stuff.Damn.I can't be intimidated without hurting myself can I?God,You're so unfair.People hurt me,if I'm upset,I'm the one who ends up getting hurt even more?How UNFAIR!Hmm...You and Your mysterious ways.I just don't get it sometimes.I can't tell my mum I'm upset,she'll get sick too.That is so upsetting.I can't tell anyone I'm upset,people would think of me as a loser.I can't tell Azmie,it'll be a burden.Hmm...Give me vicodin please!I hate it when people treat me like I'm invisible,but whenever I did something that is so 'wrong' in their point of view,suddenly,everybody cares about me.How great is that?And while I was sick,they weren't even there.I remember that one,let me put this nicely,'female dog' in my house,I was crawling for help on the hallway.She passed through me like I didn't exist.No,not through me.Over me.My legs were blocking the way.Nice one 'female dog'.I'll never forget that.See how they treated me?Yeah.I'm blonde.So I don't deserve any sympathy or help.Because I'm blonde.Blonde is like the white people.The kafir.So practically,I'm like a kafir too.They treat me as if I worshiped a different God from them.Good guys.Nice one.The heaven is too small I guess.You just wan't that&amp;nbsp; place for yourself.Go ahead,I don't mind.As you please.I don't belong in heaven anyway.Pfft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess that's all.I've said enough.I'm tired of crying.I wrote this in tears okay.Because I'm deeply wounded by everyone around me at the moment.Friends or no friends.EVERYONE IS EVERYONE.Everyone is hurting me right now.Everyone here.Don't try to confront me.Don't apologize.Let me fix my broken heart alone.Just,please leave me alone and don't act like you guys care when the truth is you don't.Because you people will never understand what I really feel.Bye.&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/4576241565374253511-295169053818799620?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/295169053818799620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=295169053818799620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/295169053818799620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/295169053818799620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-hurt-can-you-tell.html' title='I&apos;m hurt can&apos;t you tell?'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-4377557871181593437</id><published>2011-04-26T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T02:28:07.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fallen Angel'/><title type='text'>And the medicine kicks in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't write things here to please people.I don't even write decent stuff.Just some bogus thoughts that I need to let out.Its suffocating every one of my brain cells.And that sucks.I need my brain cells.I have three Saturdays to kill.Three tests.Three motherfucking tests!And I am not ready.AT ALL.So then why do I even have time to write this you say?Well,fuck you.Its my blog.I'll write whenever I want.Its my fucking time.I'll do whatever I want with it.Yes.And if you're disturbed right now,leave my blog immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes I just don't know what to write.I mean like is there even a guideline on what to blog about?If such thing exist,screw it.I blog whatever the hell I want.Nobody has the right to say I can't write this and that.What am I?A moron?No.So fuck off.And I don't think my blog is educational too.Though most of my colleagues, or friends who took the same course as I do,write about how hard it is to be a medical student.Talk about classes and stuff.Pure bullshit!You wanna bitch about how hard it is being a medical student?Why'd you took it in the first place.Man up and pull that stick out of your freaking ass.Stupid.Once upon a time,you wanted this shit so bad.Now that you got it,you wanna complain.Stupid fuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And some people might expect to see things like pictures of cadaver and internal organs in my blog.Haha.No suckers.I don't do shit like that.Why?Because it sucks.Those cadavers used to be a living human being.They had families,friends and feelings too.So I think I should at least have some respect for their corpses.Not take pictures making peace signs and shit.That poor thing.How do you think your family would feel if they saw that shit?Happy? "Aww,my daughter/son took picture with a corpse.How fascinating." NOT!How would you trust a doctor who gave a peace sign beside a corpse like its some kind of a freak show?Is that how you treat dead bodies?Stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What else.What else.Oh,I am not a fashion blogger too.My fashion sense stinks.Like the toilet after a certain someone goes in to take a dump.So I don't really blog about fashion.But I am honest with my opinion when I say crocs sandals are hideous.Yeah.They're so hideous I feel like stabbing the foot of those people who wore them sometimes.But that's just me.You like it.Go ahead.Wear it.And I am not a fashion blogger.I repeat.Am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Curse a lot.I curse a lot.A lot as in like breathing.I was frying some nuggets earlier today and the hot frying oil got into my eyes.And I was like "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" all the way.Last night,I tried to pour some malt in my glass and it got out a lil and it fell directly to my phone and once again I was like "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK!".How to stop cursing by the way?My friend asked me to change the words.Like pu****** to Putatan.Shit to something else.But I just can't.I used to use SHIT a lot.But now,the word "FUCK" is all over my mouth.Oh Lord.I once cursed so loud,it stunned my pious housemates and they act as if I did a mortal sin in front of them.Damn it.If I could.I would stop.But I can't.I tried.But I can't.And changing those curses to zikir doesn't help at all.Why?Saying "Ya Allah" and "shit" afterwards is insulting don't you think?Or "Astaghfirullah" on your mouth but "Shit" on your heart.That's absurd in so many levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have headache.I'm sick today.That's all. (with Meryl Streep impression from Devil Wears Prada)&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/4576241565374253511-4377557871181593437?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4377557871181593437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=4377557871181593437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4377557871181593437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4377557871181593437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-medicine-kicks-in.html' title='And the medicine kicks in...'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-8075216898687824427</id><published>2011-04-20T02:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T02:24:37.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fallen Angel'/><title type='text'>A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: sienna;"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on, turned up so loud.&lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like, to be like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked, when you're down.&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: sienna;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;When no one's there to save you.&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more.&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With the big fake smiles and stupid lies.&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like to be like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked, when you're down.&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: sienna;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;When no one's there to save you.&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lies straight to your face.&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;You never had to work it was always there.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down.&lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around.&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;When no one's there to save you.&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&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/4576241565374253511-4557180051856241266?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4557180051856241266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=4557180051856241266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4557180051856241266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4557180051856241266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome-to-my-life.html' title='Welcome To My Life'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-6695326056417179586</id><published>2011-04-18T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T17:23:38.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dare to be me?'/><title type='text'>Stop Crying Your Heart Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I am an ignorant person.Indeed I am.I have been saying a lot of weird stuff lately and I don't wanna apologize for that.I mean.What's there to be sorry about when you're just saying what's on your mind.Sometimes I think I need to suppress my emotions and thoughts.But I can't.And it's not like I am that important.If I was,I think I might be in the custody of CIA or ISA by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I thought of being invisible again.Haha.AGAIN?As if anyone ever notice my existence.Well,I guess some people does.I am one who doesn't know how to exist with others.That is just who I am.In class I am invisible.Nobody wants to sit with me.I am FOREVER ALONE.Well,I don't mind though.I think it might be because of the way I dress.Or do I smell bad?If the smell is the case,then screw you Paris Hilton Heiress that I have been using for three years now!Haha.Just kidding.People like my smell.Especially my hair.Some people just adore the scent of my hair.And by people I mean,ma gurls.Haaay gurl haaay~ I once caught my friends,Dina and Pit sniffing on my head because they said my hair smells good.HAHA!Indeed it does.Because I have a habit of smelling my hair.So I need it to smell good all the time.I wonder if Azmie likes the smell of my hair.HAHA.I'll ask him later.Now where was I?Oh ya.I don't think its because of my smell.I don't smell bad do I?I bet people will start to sniff on me after they read this post.HAHA.Please don't!Maybe its because of the way I dress.Or maybe people just hate me.I don't know.I am not even on the same batch as them.HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I may look okay going to school with the juniors.But the truth is,I am NOT OKAY.At all.When I see my friends who were on the same batch as I was,honestly,it hurts.I am still in my second year.And there they are learning cool stuff like Pathology.Every time I see them,deep down inside,my heart is screaming "I AM SUPPOSED TO BE WITH THEM!".God,it hurts so so bad.Thinking that they only have 3 more years here,and I have four.And it sucks.SUCKS I tell you.Yeah,people say to me "Kau mengulang sebab kau sakit.Okay lah".No damn it!It's NOT OKAY.I may act okay.But I am not.I think Ezat is trying to make me feel happy sometimes by asking me about the stuff she's studying.Which I honestly don't know.But it made me feel good a little.But still,I am one year behind them.I have four papers.If I were to screw even one,I am so dead.I swear to God I'll quit medic school and work in KFC or Pizza Hut Keningau.Oh yeah,by the way.We have Pizza Hut in Keningau!HAHA.We're catching up on you Tawau.Better watch your back.HAHA.Now now.Don't go all Oprah or Dr Phil on me okay.Save your saliva for advices.I am broken inside.Really bad.I know.This is my fate.God knows how this thing works.But I don't know.For a mere human being like me,with a faith so fragile as a tuile,all I can ever do is drown myself in regrets.You may say I am a loser.I didn't even took the final exam last year and here I am complaining about how miserable I am.Sure.I am a loser.So what?It's my life.I wanna dwell on sadness all the time.It's my life.And it's not okay.For whatever reason it may be to repeat the whole year all over again,it's not okay.I am not okay.I miss going to school with my friends.I miss eating together.I miss that.Well.Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It has been a crazy week for me.On the outside,I am okay.But you don't know what's crumbling on the inside.HAHA.I think my heart is way below in my peritoneum right now.Congested.HAHAHA.I don't make any sense.I blame the weather.It's freaking hot.Seriously.Yesterday,I left my bread with tuna on my table and went to school.When I got back,it turned into a toast!For real bish.This ain't a joke.I took a bite and my oral cavity got cut by the crispy toast.HAHA.No seriously.It was crispy and delicious.I don't even have to use a toaster.Save time,save electricity,save the world.I am doing the world a favor you know.I am going to try that again tomorrow.Today,I skipped class.Because I don't feel like going.I feel so fucked up.So tomorrow,my class is only half day.When I come home,I'd expect a toast on my table again.HEHEHEHEHEHE.Thank you for the extreme heat God.But I'm dying of dehydration though.Could You please turn it down a little?Thank You.Appreciate that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have a thing called OCD.And so,I am really annoyed by people who spelled English words in a Malay spelling.I think those people are jerks.If you wanna use other people's language,make sure you do it right.At least spell it right.I don't wanna get started with grammatical errors because that's not my major.(And right this moment,I wish it was).Freaking stupid as a caterpillar.Spell it right jerks!And I also happens to be annoyed by people who used "Ngee" or "Tehee" and the end of every single sentence.How stupid could you be?God.Stupid people.Are you guys retarded or something?Trying to be cute?Pfft!Cute your neighbor's ass.Cute things about a person comes naturally.Trying to be cute always ends up bad.Makes you people look like retards or worse,tramps.Just saying.Tehee~ Ngee~ See how annoying that is?Motherfuckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am so pissed yesterday after I heard my mum's story about my lil tot.I told you before Ayie was going to be in kindergarten right?Well,its not a kindergarten actually.Its a nursery.Those two are alike I guess.I couldn't even tell them apart.Anyways,my mum told me yesterday that after the second day,Ayie refused to go.He even cried.So they didn't send him there anymore.Mum told me,they didn't give Ayie any water when he asked for it.He came home parched and drank two glasses of water in one go for two days straight.Ayie is a kid who loves to drink.Whenever he feels uncomfortable,he will ask for a drink.He loves to drink water.How many kids do you know who loves to drink water?And when it comes to taking a bath.Ayie usually don't hate this.But I was told that they gave him a bath using cold water.Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?He's two years old for God's sake!Pfft!What kind of a nursery are they running these days?So in the end,he quit the nursery.Poor kid.I picture him among other kids.It felt weird.I felt so sad.Huhuhu.Lil brother,don't grow up just yet okay? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh,I got a great news.Strictly for Avenged Sevenfold fans only.You can skip this part if you must.I read it somewhere yesterday that the awesome Four plus One is on the set of the video "So Far Away".YES!There's going to be a music video for "So Far Away"!And Harley DeWinter from the band Un D Vided will be portraying Jimmy in that tribute video.I can't wait for it to finish.I can't wait to see that video.And download it immediately!Lucky kid you Harley!You're the second luckiest kid after Arin Ilejay to be a part of the A7X Family.Huhuhu.I am so jealous.Whenever I see pictures of Arin with the rest of the band,he looked more like a fan than a member.But I gotta hand it to him.He should be that great to be a part of an AWESOME band.SO FAR AWAY!I can't wait. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And on the other news.&lt;b&gt;Congratulations to my beloved boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;!For what?Hehehehehe.For winning lah.I don't know how the game works but I am impressed.I have always been impressed by him.And congratulations sayang!Oh yeah.I asked one of his friends yesterday,"How was he?".And that friend told me,from the way he played last night,they already expected a win from him.These were his exact words ; "haha tak g tgk td.semua tido.bangun2 dia dh ilang.tapi tgk smlm,dah predict dia menang pon".And that made me ^________________________________________^v like this.I haven't told Azmie about this yet.But I know,he's a great gamer.He knows he's a great gamer.I am so proud.And I wanna watch him in a tournament someday.It's even on my bucket list.To be able to watch my man on his highest level of MACHONESS is to die for.QUIERO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think that's all for now.What a good way to end a very intense battle against yourself story right?End it with a happy ending. :) Bersusah-susah dahulu,bersenang-senang kemudian.Have a great day people.And please do not wish "Have a blast!" on people's birthday because suicide bombers are everywhere these days.Shit might just get real!Don't do drugs.Obey your parents.No matter what you do,remember,God is always with you.Preach!Adios amigos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px; text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : I put a lot of soul and feelings to my every post.Read it with a proper feel to it,this might be interesting.Just saying.Peace out V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-6695326056417179586?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6695326056417179586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=6695326056417179586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/6695326056417179586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/6695326056417179586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/04/vulnerable.html' title='Stop Crying Your Heart Out'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-5532587977717335170</id><published>2011-04-13T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T01:31:53.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dare to be me?'/><title type='text'>This is not a story about a girl named</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Counting down the days until its summer vacation and I'm on a plane going back home.Malaysia,I miss you.Sabah,I miss you even more! I called home few days back.Ayie told me that he's going to school on Monday.I almost cried.Baby brother,why do you have to grow up so fast?Macam baru ja kemarin jiejie balik dari Labuan and dukung Ayie,kasi tidur Ayie di dada.Sekarang mau pegi sekolah sudah?Aiyoo...Y U NO STAY LITTLE MY BROTHER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I'm here,like a stupid crap.I don't know why but I feel like a crap here.I don't crap a lot.But I feel like one.I don't like being here.It don't feel secure.Everything sucks.I wanna move out of the house but from my hot-headed point of view,moving out means losing.And I don't wanna lose.I hate losing.And those craps that I have to deal with everyday is not worth losing against.Not at all.Someday,all of you will work for me.Watch me make that come true.Hmmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just got a really bad news today.I saw #thankyouedge trending on Twitter.And I'm like.What happened?And to my surprise,THE RATED R SUPERSTAR EDGE,retired from WWE and he had to surrender from his current title the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.I saw the video of him breaking down this news to the RAW fans and I swear to God I cried.I cried and cried and cried.But I guess we have to let him go.He complained that his arm was numb and he felt pain.He said it was probably due to his prior injuries.He broke his neck once.The doctor advised him to quit or he'll end up in a whilcha,I mean wheelchair.(Thas way english education is important.LOL Usop.) So I cried until the end of that video.We love you Edge.Ain't gonna see you spear somebody anymore.I hope he's going to be fine.I think I know whatse dealing with.I'll refer to my books later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Speaking of medical books,I heard from someone who heard from someone who knew someone that my friend is going to have his leg amputated.Or already had his leg amputated.I don't know.That friend of mine was here in Egypt with us on the first year but he had to go back because he had a tumor on his leg.Long story short.He had to go back and forth from KK to Sarawak to have his treatment.I feel sorry for him.He was like our big brother back then.I just hope he'll be okay.Get well soon Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nothing to talk about my classes.Everything is okay on that side of my life.I guess.Well at least for now.Oh ya.I volunteered myself to participate in our campus International Day celebration.I don't have even the slightest clue on how this day work.LOL.Its my first time ever to take part in our campus activity.The Student Council had organized some activities for us foreigner students in the past but nobody participated.It was forbidden.I don't even know why.But this time,as per usual,nobody gives a damn about it so I volunteered to help out.Hahaha.I hope it'll worth it.I am not the kind of person to participate in such things.But once I do,I give all out.I give my best.Hahaha.We'll see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay that's all.I'm getting bored by my own stories.I should participate in something more radical and life-threatening.LOL.Maybe I'll join the protest.Hahaha.Just kidding.Till then.KTHANXBAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s : I miss home.I miss Azmie.I miss my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-5532587977717335170?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5532587977717335170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=5532587977717335170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5532587977717335170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5532587977717335170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-not-story-about-girl-named.html' title='This is not a story about a girl named'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-6091760395646270880</id><published>2011-04-12T05:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:14:53.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dare to be me?'/><title type='text'>Nini Evo Vaizura Sazali once said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande','Lucida Sans',Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote short" style="color: #454b4d; font-size: 33px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 35px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 20px;"&gt;I am a Malaysian by papers and land,but a Sabahan all through my veins.™&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="copy" style="color: #6e7173; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="quotebg" style="color: #454b4d; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 150px; left: 10px; opacity: 0.2; position: absolute; top: 70px;"&gt;“&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 20px;" valign="top"&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;Unholy Confession.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" style="text-align: right;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Happy birthday Sarah Farhana &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥ ^___^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" style="text-align: right;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-6091760395646270880?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6091760395646270880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=6091760395646270880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/6091760395646270880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/6091760395646270880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-quote-is-by-meif-you-ever-read.html' title='Nini Evo Vaizura Sazali once said...'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-299528681977192805</id><published>2011-04-11T03:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T03:29:41.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 24 - A letter to your parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Mom &amp;amp; Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you guys so much.Thank you for being the most supportive parents in the world.I am sorry for being such a jerk sometimes.For being selfish and hot headed.For wanting the impossible.But you guys gave me everything I wanted.And I feel bad about it.I do.Because I haven't done anything to make you guys proud of me.Just yet.I promise,one day,I will make you guys proud of who I am.I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your idiotic,stubborn daughter.&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/4576241565374253511-299528681977192805?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/299528681977192805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=299528681977192805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/299528681977192805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/299528681977192805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-24-letter-to-your-parents.html' title='Day 24 - A letter to your parents'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-6844590799732697222</id><published>2011-04-08T06:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T07:01:39.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 23 - Something you crave for a lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tight hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kisses on the forehead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h1zOhQQpw6U?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I haven't figured out the meaning of this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;But I feel sad listening to it as if I understood every word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But it's a very beautiful sad song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;And it has got nothing to do with the 23rd question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I just feel like putting it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-6844590799732697222?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6844590799732697222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=6844590799732697222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/6844590799732697222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/6844590799732697222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-23-something-you-crave-for-lot.html' title='Day 23 - Something you crave for a lot'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h1zOhQQpw6U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-1896824918822467610</id><published>2011-04-02T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:21:54.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh Happy Days.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cik nini.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss you Azmie...'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Azmie Nini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5 years and still going strong as ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do pray for us to be together until the day we die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because as I've said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love Azmie and I wanna be with him. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you for spending the entire day with me Azmie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Although we never really celebrate our anniversaries together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Face to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someday we will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And we will celebrate it together every year,every April 1st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you for singing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you for being my bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you for putting up with my flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank you for being one of my best supporters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you Azmie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And you're mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hehehehehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MUHAMMAD AZMIE J ANDAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;FOREVER AND FOR ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;NINI EVO VAIZURA SAZALI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-1896824918822467610?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1896824918822467610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=1896824918822467610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/1896824918822467610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/1896824918822467610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-anniversary-azmie-nini.html' title='Happy Anniversary Azmie Nini'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-2769102860202384218</id><published>2011-04-02T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T00:12:40.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fallen Angel'/><title type='text'>INNUENDO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand&lt;br /&gt;While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land&lt;br /&gt;While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;'Till the mountains crumble into the plain&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes we'll keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Tread that fine line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We'll keep on tryin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just passing our time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we live according to race, colour or creed&lt;br /&gt;While we rule by blind madness and pure greed&lt;br /&gt;Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion&lt;br /&gt;Through the eons, and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes we'll keep on tryin'&lt;br /&gt;We'll tread that fine line&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh we'll keep on tryin'&lt;br /&gt;'Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;'Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the sorrow all through our splendor&lt;br /&gt;Don't take offense at my innuendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be anything you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be&lt;br /&gt;Be free with your tempo be free be free&lt;br /&gt;Surrender your ego be free be free to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a God or any kind of justice under the sky&lt;br /&gt;If there's a point if there's a reason to live or die&lt;br /&gt;If there's an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask&lt;br /&gt;Show yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Destroy our fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Release your mask&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes we'll keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Hey tread that fine line&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll keep on smiling yeah&lt;br /&gt;And whatever will be will be&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;We'll just keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;'Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;'Till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;'Till the end of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-2769102860202384218?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2769102860202384218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=2769102860202384218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2769102860202384218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2769102860202384218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/04/innuendo.html' title='INNUENDO.'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-1469596184937047720</id><published>2011-04-01T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:57:43.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 22 - What makes you different from everyone else?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know.I can't tell you that myself because everyone's going to say the exact same thing about themselves.That they have different opinions on some things.That they like different things in this world.But whatever that 'difference' is,there will be someone out there who picked the same thing as we do.So that could only mean,we are no different from anyone.We can never be different than everyone.Pfft!It's a hard life.&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/4576241565374253511-1469596184937047720?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1469596184937047720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=1469596184937047720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/1469596184937047720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/1469596184937047720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-22-what-makes-you-different-from.html' title='Day 22 - What makes you different from everyone else?'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-2442156449000853698</id><published>2011-03-21T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:36:55.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fallen Angel'/><title type='text'>The Last Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fJ9rUzIMcZQ?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the people who can't access Youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="250" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/396507353/bad50068" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Is this the real life?&lt;br /&gt;Is this just fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a landslide,&lt;br /&gt;No escape from reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;low,&lt;br /&gt;Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama I just killed a man,&lt;br /&gt;Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dead&lt;br /&gt;Mama, life had just begun,&lt;br /&gt;But now I've gone and thrown it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, my time has come,&lt;br /&gt;Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little silhouetto of a man,&lt;br /&gt;Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me&lt;br /&gt;(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo figaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnifico I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;He's just a poor boy from a poor family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare him his life from this monstrosity&lt;br /&gt;Easy come, easy go, will you let me go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! No, we will not let you go&lt;br /&gt;(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go&lt;br /&gt;(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go&lt;br /&gt;(Let me go) Will not let you go&lt;br /&gt;(Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Ah&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama mia, let me go&lt;br /&gt;Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can love me and leave me to die&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters to me&lt;br /&gt;Any way the wind blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-2442156449000853698?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2442156449000853698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=2442156449000853698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2442156449000853698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2442156449000853698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-goodbye.html' title='The Last Goodbye'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fJ9rUzIMcZQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-2885630085316370743</id><published>2011-03-21T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:26:08.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 21 - A picture of something that makes you happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DW8Gh_aJ65k/TYbtrotn4DI/AAAAAAAABBg/hTym7etFU1I/s1600/189616_207979452549419_100000120982155_934729_268147_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DW8Gh_aJ65k/TYbtrotn4DI/AAAAAAAABBg/hTym7etFU1I/s320/189616_207979452549419_100000120982155_934729_268147_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you Charo for this! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-I5l5isQrhJ4/TYbtkabv8oI/AAAAAAAABBc/COzyoLYA-cw/s1600/tumblr_li7obuTQtd1qbb705o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-I5l5isQrhJ4/TYbtkabv8oI/AAAAAAAABBc/COzyoLYA-cw/s320/tumblr_li7obuTQtd1qbb705o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someday...;)&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/4576241565374253511-2885630085316370743?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2885630085316370743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=2885630085316370743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2885630085316370743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2885630085316370743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-21-picture-of-something-that-makes.html' title='Day 21 - A picture of something that makes you happy'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DW8Gh_aJ65k/TYbtrotn4DI/AAAAAAAABBg/hTym7etFU1I/s72-c/189616_207979452549419_100000120982155_934729_268147_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-4049883383263809974</id><published>2011-03-21T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:13:12.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 20 - Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;MUHAMMAD AZMIE J ANDAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4576241565374253511-4049883383263809974?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4049883383263809974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=4049883383263809974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4049883383263809974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4049883383263809974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-20-someone-you-see-yourself.html' title='Day 20 - Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-1956917082388930727</id><published>2011-03-21T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:09:09.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 19 - Nicknames you have; why do you have them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.&lt;b&gt; Shinnizzle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I started with this nickname when I was in primary school.I was eleven years old and I am a huge fan of Linkin Park especially Mike Shinoda,the rapper/guitarist/pianist/singer/composer of the band.The band had a great reputation.All graduated with degrees,well except for Chester though.My point is,they were my idol.I wanna be in a band,and graduate with degree back then.So Shinizzle was Mike's nickname.I used Niea Shinoda at first but it was kinda cheesy because back then,everyone had Shinoda as their last name.So I changed to Shinizzle but with an extra 'N'.Shinnizzle.This was the name I was known to back in Friendster years.I like it when people call me Shinnizzle.My Friendster friends called me Shin.I loved that name.So please,call me Shin. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Sus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hahaha.This name.Only few people in this world called me by this name.My bestfriend Charo started this back in high school.Form Five.She called me Sus I called her Jez.It was our boyfriend's name respectively.And I met one of Charo's friend,he called me Sus too because he thought my name was Susniaty.LOL Alang.But don't get me wrong.I like being called Sus.I feel really close to my Azmie.Hehe.But I restrict this name only to be called by Charo and Alang for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Evo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Evo is my middle name.Yes.My name is Nini Evo Vaizura.Please pronounce it as ee-voe or ivo.Not aevo.LOL.Evo people.Get it right.And hell yeah I love this name to death.Please.Call me Evo.For some reason,I feel like I'm a cool person for having this name.Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Tini.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is my name at home.All my siblings and family members know me as Tini.I don't know what's the story behind this name.But my name is Tini.For family members only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Vaizura Azmie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been using this name for a while now.Its my name on the internet.Facebook,Twitter,Blogger,Formspring and Tumblr.And also for blog shopping.I go by this nickname.Its my third name and my boyfriend's name together.And it sounds so sweet. ^___________^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But for most of people I know,they call me Nini.Nini is not a nickname by the way.Its my real name.I remember back in primary school,I transferred to a new school and we had a test.The teacher told me to write my real name on my paper.Not my nickname.I was like...What?That's my real name teacher.Well,I wrote only "Nini Evo" on my paper.Hahaha.She thought it was a nickname.I never really acknowledge my "Vaizura" name back then.But I love it now.Hehehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-1956917082388930727?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1956917082388930727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=1956917082388930727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/1956917082388930727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/1956917082388930727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-19-nicknames-you-have-why-do-you.html' title='Day 19 - Nicknames you have; why do you have them?'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-4053103379113597763</id><published>2011-03-21T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:52:06.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 18 - Plans/dreams/goals you have</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Graduate by the age of 25 and work as a doctor at my hometown,or wherever I am posted to,or Azmie's hometown.Hehe ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Send my parents on a luxury vacation to Dubai or Monte Carlo or Ireland. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. To be able to play the guitar well like my idol,Synyster Gates and John Christopher Depp II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Sing on my wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. Road trip around Sabah with Azmie. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. To own a Harley Davidson. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s : Down laugh at my dreams because someday they will laugh back at you.So instead,please pray for me.Thank you. :)&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/4576241565374253511-4053103379113597763?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4053103379113597763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=4053103379113597763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4053103379113597763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/4053103379113597763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-18-plansdreamsgoals-you-have.html' title='Day 18 - Plans/dreams/goals you have'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-2658074180005509724</id><published>2011-03-20T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T02:34:47.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 17 - Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Azmie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I simply wanna know what are the things that makes him happy and what a cool person like him,who could make me fall into pieces,do on a daily basis.&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/4576241565374253511-2658074180005509724?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2658074180005509724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=2658074180005509724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2658074180005509724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2658074180005509724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-17-someone-you-would-want-to-switch.html' title='Day 17 - Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-2935381771546927121</id><published>2011-03-20T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T02:28:10.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 16 - Another picture of yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2ziA4QQj8Fg/TYT1evba7zI/AAAAAAAABBY/2TUsIt4dQhA/s1600/33865_1653594178357_1192128821_1813629_3578805_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2ziA4QQj8Fg/TYT1evba7zI/AAAAAAAABBY/2TUsIt4dQhA/s320/33865_1653594178357_1192128821_1813629_3578805_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Old stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-2935381771546927121?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2935381771546927121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=2935381771546927121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2935381771546927121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/2935381771546927121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-16-another-picture-of-yourself.html' title='Day 16 - Another picture of yourself'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2ziA4QQj8Fg/TYT1evba7zI/AAAAAAAABBY/2TUsIt4dQhA/s72-c/33865_1653594178357_1192128821_1813629_3578805_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-5215656601602445878</id><published>2011-03-19T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T00:41:22.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 15 - Put your Music Player on shuffle : First 20 songs that play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. THE FIGHT - Avenged Sevenfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. AMIGO - SHINee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. BOOMBOX - The Lonely Island featuring Julian Casablancas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. HEY SOUL SISTER - Train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. BAD ROMANCE - Glee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. IT'S MY LIFE/CONFESSION - Glee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. AFTERLIFE - Avenged Sevenfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. SHUT UP - U-KISS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. AGAIN AGAIN - 2PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. CRITICAL ACCLAIM - Avenged Sevenfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;11. WELCOME TO THE FAMILY - Avenged Sevenfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;12. NIGHTMARE - Avenged Sevenfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;13. LUCIFER - SHINee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;14. I'LL BACK OFF SO YOU CAN LIVE BETTER - GNA featuring Junhyung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;15. CHOCOLATE LOVE - Girls Generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;16. ON THE FLOOR - Jennifer Lopez featuring Pitbull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;17. DON'T STOP BELIEVING - Glee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;18. FICTION - Avenged Sevenfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;19. BORN THIS WAY - Lady Gaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;20. BAIK-BAIK SAYANG - Wali Band.(The only Malay song on my playlist.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-5215656601602445878?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5215656601602445878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=5215656601602445878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5215656601602445878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/5215656601602445878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-15-put-your-music-player-on-shuffle.html' title='Day 15 - Put your Music Player on shuffle : First 20 songs that play'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-168847930352671768</id><published>2011-03-19T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T00:27:10.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 14 - A picture of you and your family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JSdXnw1eo7s/TYOHYe2n0hI/AAAAAAAABBU/ShQ1rAHhvkc/s1600/62253_1437389010813_1115636851_31062865_5133225_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JSdXnw1eo7s/TYOHYe2n0hI/AAAAAAAABBU/ShQ1rAHhvkc/s400/62253_1437389010813_1115636851_31062865_5133225_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;From Hari Raya Aidilfitri 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;(From right : Abang,Kikim,me holding Ayie,Cencen &amp;amp; Kak Ab.Abah,nenek lelaki,Jelson &amp;amp; Qisty)&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/4576241565374253511-168847930352671768?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/168847930352671768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=168847930352671768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/168847930352671768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/168847930352671768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-14-picture-of-you-and-your-family.html' title='Day 14 - A picture of you and your family'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JSdXnw1eo7s/TYOHYe2n0hI/AAAAAAAABBU/ShQ1rAHhvkc/s72-c/62253_1437389010813_1115636851_31062865_5133225_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-7241405719020365525</id><published>2011-03-18T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:28:10.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a Believer'/><title type='text'>Masih Ada Waktu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="250" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/58996368/7f463ffe" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bila masih mungkin kita menorehkan bakti?&lt;br /&gt;Atas nama jiwa dan hati tulus ikhlas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mumpung masih ada kesempatan buat kita.&lt;br /&gt;Mengumpulkan bekal perjalanan abadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita pasti ingat tragedi yang memilukan.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa harus mereka yang terpilih menghadap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tentu ada hikmah yang harus kita petik.&lt;br /&gt;Atas nama jiwa mari heningkan cipta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita mesti bersyukur bahwa kita masih diberi waktu.&lt;br /&gt;Entah sampai kapan tak ada yang bakal dapat menghitung.&lt;br /&gt;Hanya atas kasihNya hanya atas kehendakNya.&lt;br /&gt;Kita masih bertemu matahari kepada rumpun di lalang,kepada bintang gemintang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kita dapat mencoba meminjam catatannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kapankah gerangan waktu yang masih tersisa?&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya menggeleng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Semuanya terdiam.&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya menjawab tak mengerti.&lt;br /&gt;Yang terbaik hanyalah segeralah bersujud.&lt;br /&gt;Mumpung kita masih diberi waktu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p/s : mumpung = selagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-7241405719020365525?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7241405719020365525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=7241405719020365525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7241405719020365525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7241405719020365525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/masih-ada-waktu.html' title='Masih Ada Waktu.'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-3708571370174175330</id><published>2011-03-17T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T02:20:41.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUCK YOUS'/><title type='text'>Annoying Things Are Annoying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING : THIS POST IS OFFENSIVE AND I AIN'T APOLOGIZIN FO IT.PEACE OUT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever been to any motivational programs,BTN or orientation week? Of course you do.Well,some of us do. But here's the thing. All three of this things and some other programs have one thing in common. Could you guess what it is? No.Not the sambung-sambung bendera thingy. Not that. I'm talking about that one particular slot where they play a video of students hugging their parents,crying and stuff,and then the pengerusi majlis will narrate the whole thing. Saying things like "Wahai anak-anak,ingatkah kamu kepada pengorbanan ayah dan ibumu?" and what not. Well,the thing is. I HATE THIS CRAP!There I said it. I mean come on. What the fuck? Why do we need this bull? Its annoying to see people judging each other after the slot ends. Not judging ayy? Those who cried,"Aww,dia sayang gila sama ibu bapa dia". So for those who didn't? That makes them the bad guy? They don't love their parents as much as the one's who cried?Is that it?Again.What a bull! I think that slot is teaching people how to be a hypocrite more than to give them a lesson. You're lying if you're in that room,not having thoughts like "Kalau aku nda nangis ni,nanti dorang cakap aku nda sayang parents aku." or worse,"Ee..Nanti si anu nampak aku nda nangis.Nanti dia pikir aku anak derhaka." How hypocrite is that.We're old enough to know if we have wronged our parents in some ways or another. I think I'm pretty satisfied with the fact that my parents tells me that they are proud of me every now and then.No matter what. What made me hate that crap more is because that's the only time when you stop to think about your parents. Yeah,you are a shitty kid and shouldn't be born in the first place.That's for starters.And it gets worse. If you really love you parents,you don't need that kind of shit to remind yourself. They will always be on your mind day and night. Do you think of your parents while you gossip? Do you think of your parents when you're lost chatting,texting,calling or what not with your friends? So you need to allocate a special day in your life,a special slot,for you to think about your parents and their sacrifices? Well that's bogus.Even for you ustazah. Pfft! It makes me sick. Yes I am questioning the sincerity of your actions. I do. Sometimes I just wanna get up,slap some bitches on the face and say "Cry me a river,bish". Hypocrites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh yeah I have so many offensive things to say tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am a woman.Once a month I bleed my unwounded self. That's the way God made us. But everytime that time of the month comes, I turn into a huge dick. FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING. On that one particular week. That one week that separates me from man.I become a dick. Yes. You better stay away as far as you could during that time of the month from me because everything ticks me off. And my anger is the size of an elephant.I have done so many things I regret during this special time. I should learn to control my dick, I mean, temper and emotion more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I am not saying that having a dick is bad.But you guys are smart enough.Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hmmph!Breathe in breathe out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oya,satu lagi yang bikin panas ni.Why in the name of Lord are some people still accuse of being a Jew.I thought I made it clear before.Don't you go "Okay Jew" on me.Uh-uh.I'm ma cut chu bish! That jew word is so irritating, I think I'm going to file a restraining order against it. Pfft!What is wrong with using 'sahaja' or 'ja' or 'je'.Why does it have to be Jew?Why?Why?Why?And most of the people who used this word are Muslims.Uuu...What a surprise.Pfft!Why not use hebrew instead?Pfft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that ticks me off are the people who was involved in the Ops Pyramid.Well, not exactly all of them.But some. You know,when the riot started back in January, they made a group on Facebook called sekian sekian sekian. One of my friend added me into the group. I am not exactly the kind of person who would join any groups involving my life as a student in Egypt.Why? Long story. Read my blog posts and you'll understand. All of it.But this time around,I was like,mehh what the heck. Its for a good cause and informative. Sadly,it turns out just as I thought it would be. That page was supposed to be a place to post information regarding the condition in Egypt. But some motherfuckers used that page to, none other than, show off how superior they are in the sight of God. Complaining and comparing. I was like oh my God. Mestikah? Mestikah pegi mengutuk orang? Damn it.Annoying. And then there's these people yang samangat tomod balik awal sana even before government issued kebenaran untuk pulang sana. You think you're a bad ass huh?Mau show off anti-government sangat lah tu sebab malu hari tu last-last nangis minta government bawa pulang. Dasar kacang lupakan kulit.Pfft! And one more thing.Balik sana then spread itu ini dengan orang di Malaysia. So low people.What the fuck is wrong with yer heads? Paksa-paksa orang balik sana cepat.Kenapa bos?Gersang kau saturang sana? Pfft!Cakap kelas itu lah ini lah. Selfish.Kasi pressure orang yang sini.Jealous lah tu sebab balik awal.Pfft!So in the end,I left the group.Because of you motherfuckers.Pfft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And one last thing. Man I hate LAST MINUTE things. Its like,for example, people telling you that your cat died just a moment before they bury it. Or in the last minute, Mathias Boe and Carsten Mogensen win against Koo Kien Keat &amp;amp; Tan Boon Heong.IT SUCKS AS HELL! I don't really like the saying "Better late than never".Time is money bish.You can't feel it,you can't taste it,but when its gone,its gone. You know.Its like telling a guy in the morning before he ties the knot that he's going to be sent to Iraq. How screwed is that? That's what I felt when dealing with last minute things.They sucked. And I thought grown up should have known better.You complain that your job is hard.Ingat senang ka mau urus. Damn. You chose that job so no matter how hard its going to be, you should just stick to it. Do it properly. Man up and don't complain like a sissy.Pfft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well...That's it.Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-3708571370174175330?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3708571370174175330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=3708571370174175330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/3708571370174175330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/3708571370174175330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/annoying-things-are-annoying.html' title='Annoying Things Are Annoying'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-7679001163314458954</id><published>2011-03-17T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T00:56:17.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 13 - A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay. This is it. I am coming out now.All out with my feelings. I've been keeping all of this for years now. It was hard all these years because I can't put my anger into words and my frustrations into sentences. I just hope that when this is over, this post is over, you would understand the pain I've been going through. I don't know how to tell you. So this is my confession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate you.I hate your guts. I don't want you to be lingering around my room,let alone my life. I don't want to breathe the same air as you do. I have been in so much pain because of you for a year. I lost one year of my college life because of you. You freaking Sasquatch! Hearing your voice makes me vomit blood. Seeing your face makes my stomach sick. I hate the fact that you're back in my life. I hate you. You brought me nothing but pain. Everything I do is wrong to you. You're always telling me what to do. You're a stranger. I hate you. Stop yelling at me! In front of my freaking door. Its driving me insane. Didn't you notice I slammed the door whenever you're near my room?Yes.I did it on purpose because I hate you. You have been hurting me since I move into your room. I am so sick of you and your comrades. You call yourself "Muslimah Sejati". Well fuck of and fuck them too. I hope you die and rot in hell for the things you've done to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yours Trully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-7679001163314458954?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7679001163314458954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=7679001163314458954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7679001163314458954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7679001163314458954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-13-letter-to-someone-who-has-hurt.html' title='Day 13 - A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-346149736858214997</id><published>2011-03-16T02:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:28:28.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 12 - How you found out about  Blogger and why you made one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I found out about blogger from exploring the internet.But not through internet explorer.LOL.Wow...That was yet again,lame.Ahem...Some of my friends are active bloggers.I keep up with their blogs.And I find it interesting.So here I am.The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd love to stay and rant all night long. But I'm kinda tired and sleepy right now. I'll write again soon. So...Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s : Lo siento mis amigos.Te lo prometo.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Estaré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;de vuelta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Tener un buen día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-346149736858214997?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/346149736858214997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=346149736858214997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/346149736858214997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/346149736858214997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-12-how-you-found-out-about-blogger.html' title='Day 12 - How you found out about  Blogger and why you made one?'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-7246575317266477643</id><published>2011-03-16T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:13:12.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 11 - Another picture of you and your friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2bS8YwsT_Vw/TX-qiUe8TiI/AAAAAAAABBQ/gUg4yuEHltM/s1600/This+is+why.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2bS8YwsT_Vw/TX-qiUe8TiI/AAAAAAAABBQ/gUg4yuEHltM/s400/This+is+why.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is not exactly a picture of me and my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But our names are there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Technically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is a picture of me (NINI EVO VAIZURA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and my friends (BENAZIR,SYAHMI,VALENTINO &amp;amp; JIMMY).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and CHARO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-7246575317266477643?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7246575317266477643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=7246575317266477643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7246575317266477643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7246575317266477643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-11-another-picture-of-you-and-your.html' title='Day 11 - Another picture of you and your friends'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2bS8YwsT_Vw/TX-qiUe8TiI/AAAAAAAABBQ/gUg4yuEHltM/s72-c/This+is+why.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-8911499347548448235</id><published>2011-03-16T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:00:23.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 10 - Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm a person who categorize my playlist according to my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My happy songs.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Kpop songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;My sad songs.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. What Hurts The Most - Rascal Flats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Sorry - Buckcherry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Seize The Day - Avenged Sevenfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. It's You - Super Junior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My bored songs. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Are You Lonesome Tonight - Elvis Presly.To put me into sleep.Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My hyped songs.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Super Junior's Sorry Sorry &amp;amp; Bonamana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Beast's Shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Brown Eyed Girls' Abracadabra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. SNSD's Gee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My mad songs.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Avenged Sevenfolds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Linkin Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. My Chemical Romance - Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. SNSD Run Devil Run.&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/4576241565374253511-8911499347548448235?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/8911499347548448235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=8911499347548448235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/8911499347548448235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/8911499347548448235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-10-songs-you-listen-to-when-you-are.html' title='Day 10 - Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad.'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-6180743473799218682</id><published>2011-03-15T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:56:35.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 9 - Something you’re proud of in the past few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hmm...I don't have anything to be proud of for the past few days.At first I thought I had.I started to wake up early.LOL.But it didn't continue after the 3rd day.Blame the All England Badminton Championship.HOHO.Hmm..Maybe...Just maybe.I finally learned how to play one of my favorite song.Yup...And my brother,let me bring his guitar to Egypt!Yeayyy!So I can distract myself from horrible housemates and annoying people there.I guess.I hope it works.4 more months and I'm outta that place again.Nini,please be strong!&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/4576241565374253511-6180743473799218682?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6180743473799218682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=6180743473799218682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/6180743473799218682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/6180743473799218682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-something-youre-proud-of-in-past.html' title='Day 9 - Something you’re proud of in the past few days'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-3197429003811295672</id><published>2011-03-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:47:17.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 8 - Short term goals for this month and why</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lose weight! - Why?Because I'm fat.I have these muffin top.It disgust me.I'm short so I must stay thin! I don't wanna be short and fat.I will look like an Oompa-Loompa.LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dye my hair blond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Staying strong and alive. - This.I am going back to Egypt next fucking week.So I need to survive at least four months there before the summer break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not to skip classes anymore. - I hope I won't fall sick again.Refer to no 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keep a distance from my horrible housemates. - Some of them are cruel.So I must stay the hell away as far as possible from them.Especially her and her.Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s : I made this post a lil late because I love the previous post so much.Hehe :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4576241565374253511-3197429003811295672?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3197429003811295672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=3197429003811295672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/3197429003811295672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/3197429003811295672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-short-term-goals-for-this-month.html' title='Day 8 - Short term goals for this month and why'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-8242004130799844969</id><published>2011-03-11T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:24:50.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 7 - A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GntnjGqgarE/TXo1v2wY5kI/AAAAAAAABBM/o6mU8cva4p4/s1600/DSC04600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GntnjGqgarE/TXo1v2wY5kI/AAAAAAAABBM/o6mU8cva4p4/s320/DSC04600.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This was from the last time we took selca together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;In the bus on the way to KLIA for my flight to Kota Kinabalu,last January.(31st,2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I chose this picture because Azmie looks so adorable here! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;By the way,do we look alike?Hehehe ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This someone is not just an ordinary someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;While most of my readers/close friends/friends already know,I am going to introduce this man one more time anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You know that Azmie I always mention about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes,this is him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He is more than just my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He is my bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He is my soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are partners-in-crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He is my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the owner of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is Muhammad Azmie J Andai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love him with all my heart and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I read the question,"A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first thing that came to my mind was Azmie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He had made the biggest impact in my life.Directly or indirectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been in love with this guy for more than half a decade now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And our relationship is coming to half a decade too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5 years and counting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In less than a month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy anniversary in advance for us. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I never cried because I miss a person before I met him.I don't even cry if I get homesick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But when I miss him,I cried and cried and cried so hard until I fell sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because when I miss him,nothing,I repeat,nothing can cure that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So whenever I miss him so bad,I pray to God to make us last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And God just know how to cheer me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He gave me Azmie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know this is kind of twisted.Well,as long as I understand,that'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I were to list what impact had he made to my life,the list will go on and on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are so many beautiful things I'd like to say about him.There's just too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am just so grateful that God pick me to be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being with Azmie is just so wonderful and I could never find any words to describe how I feel about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love him and yes I do love him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I am all lovey dovey right now.Hehe &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We've been through rough times,happy times and we're still going strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love him and I don't want anyone else in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even if you point a gun to my head,I'd still choose him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Simply put,I'd rather die than to stop loving him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its not just because I wanna live with him,but its because I can't live without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love him too much for too long now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I love loving him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I could write down "loving Azmie" as my hobby or interest,I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because that is probably the only thing I'm good at.Loving Azmie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I guess what I've said for the past couple of minutes says it all huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess that's more than enough to answer the question for day 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All I'm asking from my beautiful readers,please pray for me and Azmie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pray so that Nini Evo Vaizura Sazali and Muhammad Azmie J Andai would be together for life,happily ever after,protected from any harm,blessed by God and to always be in love with each other until the end of time.Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have a nice day everyone. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s : This post made me happy. :) My name is Nini and I love Azmie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-8242004130799844969?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/8242004130799844969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=8242004130799844969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/8242004130799844969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/8242004130799844969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-picture-of-someonesomething-that.html' title='Day 7 - A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you.'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GntnjGqgarE/TXo1v2wY5kI/AAAAAAAABBM/o6mU8cva4p4/s72-c/DSC04600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-7555133503601328292</id><published>2011-03-11T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T01:24:50.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 6 - Favorite super hero and why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRBGwdVNwTleEz9iIQcMDV1XW9Ls4MLmGq9lItTVXPHzAeyGAJrIg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am way behind schedule due to some important task I have to attend.It's supposed to be my 11th day already.So what am I going to do?Nothing.Just play by the rule and continue.I promise myself,I will make a good effort to finish this survey before they could drag me back to hell.Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So...My favorite superhero ayy?Come to think of it,I think I don't have any favorite superheroes.Hmm...What is a superhero actually?Are those good people who fight crimes in comics?I don't know.from my point of view,super heroes are the good people who do good things in the story.So I am just going to go with my guts here.My favorite super heroes has to be the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At first I wanna go with Ash Ketchum of Pokemon but he is not a real hero.He just pick up some pokemon and train them.His only arch enemy are the Team Rocket.So not cool.And then I wanna go with Shanks of One Piece.But then again,he's a pirate.No argue in that.So I guess these four green blindfolds wearing turtles fits the requirement.I don't know why I really like them.Perhaps because of their names.Leonardo,Donatello,Michelangelo and Raphael.Cool huh?That's the main reason why I like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-7555133503601328292?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7555133503601328292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=7555133503601328292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7555133503601328292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7555133503601328292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-favorite-super-hero-and-why.html' title='Day 6 - Favorite super hero and why'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-7619121914889212353</id><published>2011-03-11T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:14:38.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 5 - A picture of somewhere you’ve been to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xkYbxIMNAkc/TXPJprlYTUI/AAAAAAAABBI/4mdHHTYv7eQ/s1600/LOL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xkYbxIMNAkc/TXPJprlYTUI/AAAAAAAABBI/4mdHHTYv7eQ/s400/LOL.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Note : This photo is courtesy of the official YAB Datuk Musa Aman Facebook page &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=48333&amp;amp;id=118554321511916&amp;amp;fbid=193454404021907"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So...This is me this today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trolling at the Sabah Chief Minister's home at Sri Gaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I attended the Majlis Perjumpaan Bersama Pelajar Sabah Mesir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL.I made it to the Facebook page of Sabah's Chief Minister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How cool is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Next,conquer the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For a small town girl,that's pretty huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I shall say the day went better than I expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Although I did encountered some awkward moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Still,being there was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So its been like over a month I haven't been out of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I haven't seen any of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We gathered at Wisma MUIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was the last one to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My formal attire was admired by some and envied by many.LOL WTF ustazah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most of the attention went to my 3 inch booties.Me lovin it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Told you I was a sucker for heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I saw some familiar most hated faces but I ignored them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Roll your eyeballs ustazah,IDGAF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate you too,thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mind if I share your name here?LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No thanks,it'll only ruin my precious blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So we went to the Kediaman Rasmi,I don't know about 9 o'clock maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;With a chartered bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My make up was wearing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes,I did put on a little some some.LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We arrived and took some pictures before having our seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We kinda got the best seat in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We took the one in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Near the fan because the event was outdoor and KK is freaking hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And it was on a ground.Not a cemented ground.But a real lawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So my 3 inch kept poking the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I couldn't care less.I was tip-toeing the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You wanna look pretty,deal with the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But before the event started,the people in charge came up to our table and asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Siapa mau duduk dekat wakil rakyat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I was like "Saya!" and raised my hand.Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bila lagi kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So...Malas lah mau type English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saya campur-campur aa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So kami pun kena kasi pindah tempat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My first seat was supposed to be beside the BKNS director or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I couldn't read the cards on the table properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But Inn switched places with me so I ended up sitting beside the BTN Sabah director Datuk Haji Ibrahim Saad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first time I saw him,I was like "Mana bha saya pernah jumpa uncle ni?" dalam hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And he was busy with his laptop,Blackberry and a Buku 555 the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He even hid his name card on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I didn't know who he was at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sat next to Dina and Itt too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was awkward because there were 3 other guys across sitting across us and I have no idea who they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well,at least two of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've never seen them my entire Egypt life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The other one was our 5th year senior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All of us on the table were Medical student.Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally,some recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Long story short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Due to writer block and so many reasons,I had to cut this story short.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the end we sat at the table with my very own kampung's ADUN Liawan,Datuk Haji Sairin bin Haji Karno merangkap &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pembantu Menteri Pembangunan Luar Bandar Negeri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sabah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Datuk Haji Ibrahim bin Saad,Pengarah Biro Tatanegara Negeri Sabah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Datuk Haji Amri Suratman,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pengarah Jabatan Hal Ehwal Agama Islam Negeri Sabah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;and Datuk Haji Hajiji Haji Noor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Menteri Kerajaan Tempatan dan Perumahan Negeri Sabah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;Big men huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;So that's how the story goes with the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;The end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br 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picture of somewhere you’ve been to.'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xkYbxIMNAkc/TXPJprlYTUI/AAAAAAAABBI/4mdHHTYv7eQ/s72-c/LOL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-3069412335259459687</id><published>2011-03-05T03:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T03:41:45.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dare to be me?'/><title type='text'>Just Another Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;So...Check it out yaw.I've been traveling so much these past three years.Thanks to being in Egypt and being sick,I feel like KLIA is sorta my second home now.LOL.Seriously.You haven't seen anything yet.And the best part about being in KLIA is...watching people.Yeah,I just stare at everybody like I wanna eat them so they won't come near me.And the nurses and doctors in Pusrawi Clinic are more than familiar with me.I have been a loyal patient.Hahahaha.The receptionist.She knows me well.I left my shoes there once.LOL.That was the ambulance story remember?And the best best best part about wandering around KLIA is,people would think of me as a tourist.Yup.And when people wants to engage in a conversation with me.I'd be like "What?" and "Me no Engrish".Works everytime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Well,this is when I'm all alone at the airport.Airports can be pretty boring but if you know what to do.It'll be fun.If I'm sleepy.Because usually,the flights for Egypt is in the middle of the night.I'll go to any corner and put on my sweater and sleep at any empty benches like a hobo.Seriously.You get tired being all alone at the airport.Or I'll pretend that I'm Tom Hanks in The Terminal.LOL.Why so pathetic Nini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways.Here's my story of my journey from Cairo to Malaysia.This happened over a month ago.I know.Molded bread story right?LOL.God.That was lame.What I meant was,a last season story right.Well.I'm ma drop the bomb anyways.LOL.Me and my other three musketeers,we took the Gulf Air plane back home for winter holidays.Our flight was supposed to transit in Manama,Bahrain for 8 hours.So we packed up real good.Food and stuff.Because Bahrain's currency is higher than ours.So you know.I am not a rich kid.Them rich kids walked around with Starbucks on one hand,Chilli's on another and I'm like,yeah whatever.LOL.So the Cairo International Airport Terminal 3 was packed with people.We almost didn't make it.Through the traffic and among other stuff.The first thing that went through my mind was "Where on Earth are these people going?Is everybody going on a holiday all at once?".Little that I know there was this huge riot coming up the next day.So I was pissed off because too many people at the airport.And the lady at the check-in desk had gone all 'talk to my hand' mode.I'm like what?I was pissed because I wanted to unwrapped the hijab off my head so bad.My hair was all over my face and they nasty.They kept poking my eye balls.I was pissed and I'm like damn it.Just let us pass through so I could get this thing off my head.And people were staring at me like I'm some kinda alien.Well,I did looked like one.Really.So long story short.We made it into the plane.Me &amp;amp; Dina got the last seat at the back of the plane.Near the toilet.Yeah.FML.So the moment I took my seat,I pull my scarf and I'm so ready to go home.Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I watched a Tagalog movie during that 3 hour flight.And some Pinoy dude went to the back to get some drink.I swear to God from my experience of close encounter with alcohol,I know that smell.It reeks!And there's nothing I could do.Those dude was like hanging out behind my chair.I think I remembered at some point I caught them watching my movie.But I couldn't care less.The only thing that bugs me was the smell of the alcoholic beverage they were having.Urgh...So after the plane landed,I guess I was lucky to board a plane with only small numbers of Malaysians.Haha.You're supposed to be happy to came across someone from the same country as yours when you're abroad.But not in Egypt.No.Seeing other Malaysians means you're going to end up in a certain blog which practically screws people's life and judge people like they're God.Pfft!At least for people like me.So we're lucky I guess.Especially me.LOL.On our way out of the plane,Dina whispered to me "Ui Nini,tu dorang tengok-tengok kau".And I was like,damn it.They noticed.So I was like hiding,running around and tried so hard to avoid any eye contact.I asked Dina "Teda sudah ka dorang?" and she said "Ada masih di belakang tu".I turned around and I saw those Pinoy dudes.And once again,I'm like what?LOL.Turns out I misunderstood what she said.She meant to say those Pinoy dudes was checking me out.Not Malaysian people.Thank God.BUT!Those Pinoy guys didn't end there.They followed me until the immigration counter.I had to walk fast in my booties because I didn't want to get caught by them.I had an eye contact with one of them and I was scared as hell.They were creeping.For real.They might have mistaken me for being one of them.LOL.But in the end,I manage to ditch them.Yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;On the next flight,Bahrain to Kuala Lumpur,Dina &amp;amp; me got separated.We didn't sit together.I sat with a group of Iranian older ladies.It was a 7 hours flight and I was so darn tired.I slept all the way until the final hour before landing.So before you enter a foreign country,they usually give you an immigration form to fill.So the stewardess gave one to me.I fill everything in and I was like "Why do they question my purpose of staying,my nationality and how long will I be staying?".And then I thought,probably a new law.And I am a law abiding citizen. ;p The Iranian lady beside me tapped my shoulder and ask me something but in Iranian.I said I don't understand."Ana mushfahim".LOL.My Arab sucks.I know.And she kept on asking me and my guess was about the immigration card/form because she kept pointing at hers.So I said "I don't understand.Do you speak English maam?".Its like a duck and a chicken trying to have a conversation.I shook my head and said "I don't know".She turned to her friend and I turned away from her.Then she tapped my shoulder again.This time she was being specific.She pointed at my immigration card so I hand it over to her.She read it and I think she as a little shocked.She showed it to her friends and they all laughed.I didn't have any idea why.Well,at least at that moment.She hand it back to me and I checked it thoroughly and thought,nothing was wrong with it.She pointed at my nationality column and I looked at her with my 'yeah what's with it' face'.She just laughed some more.After we landed safely in this beautiful country.Oh my God.Whenever I make that first step out of the plane,I feel like kissing the floor.Touchdown in Malaysia!Its nice to see familiar faces.Malaysian faces.I waited for my friends and I said,I need to go to the ladies room first and foremost.So we went there.Everybody freshened up.Washed our faces and all.So I asked them "Ui,sudah kamu isi tu kad kah?".And they were like "Kad apa?"."Yang tadi kena bagi tu sebelum landing".I pull out my card and show it to them.They LOL-ed.You know why? "Astaga,itu untuk foreigner jak bha tu.Kenapa kau dapat?".And once again,my nationality is questioned for the millions of time.LOL.I am a Malaysian!But I am not mad yo.In fact,I am flattered by it.Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But do you know,what is my favorite moment in KLIA?When I stepped out of that arrival hall,there's this handsome awesome adorable remarkable loving caring boyfriend of mine named Azmie standing there waiting for me.That's the best moment.Ever.Always the best. :D I get butterflies everytime.I guess that's what you call love. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I MISS MY AZMIE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-3069412335259459687?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3069412335259459687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=3069412335259459687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/3069412335259459687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/3069412335259459687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-another-story.html' title='Just Another Story'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-7537872492045611505</id><published>2011-03-05T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:02:18.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 4 - A habit that you wish you didn’t have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looking at myself in the mirror and feel disgusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because I feel fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the freaking time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because I am fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I can be very dramatic about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes,I am a part time drama queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbswo6u8yX1qbg5t2.gif" /&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/4576241565374253511-7537872492045611505?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7537872492045611505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=7537872492045611505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7537872492045611505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/7537872492045611505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-habit-that-you-wish-you-didnt.html' title='Day 4 - A habit that you wish you didn’t have.'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-8593072030376608426</id><published>2011-03-03T22:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T02:15:22.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 3 - A picture of you and your friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I6aR150JLyA/TW-miJQ6x5I/AAAAAAAABBA/QcXjiPwVhdM/s1600/58202_1374468774024_1600975655_30938969_1095453_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I6aR150JLyA/TW-miJQ6x5I/AAAAAAAABBA/QcXjiPwVhdM/s400/58202_1374468774024_1600975655_30938969_1095453_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bermain Frisbee di bawah Sinaran Bulan &amp;amp; Bintang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From right :&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://syahmijasrin.wordpress.com/" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Ami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;,Jimmy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chaoticbenben.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ben&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/"&gt;yours trully&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://charocharojezi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yoe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://normalnotnormal.tumblr.com/"&gt;Valen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love this picture.Just look at those adorable selipar jipuns.Hahaha.Lets do this again guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss ya'll. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&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/4576241565374253511-8593072030376608426?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/8593072030376608426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=8593072030376608426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/8593072030376608426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/8593072030376608426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-picture-of-you-and-your-friends.html' title='Day 3 - A picture of you and your friends'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-I6aR150JLyA/TW-miJQ6x5I/AAAAAAAABBA/QcXjiPwVhdM/s72-c/58202_1374468774024_1600975655_30938969_1095453_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-3074720388263454528</id><published>2011-03-03T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T03:25:21.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>Day 2 - The meaning behind your Blogspot name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;First of all,my blogspot name is Unwantedhere Unwelcomed there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I made this blog 3 years ago on November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was in Egypt by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And to be honest,Egypt sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I'm not talking about the Egyptians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm talking about the Malaysians in Egypt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well,not all of them.Just some I'd like to say,morons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean,who the fuck would judge you every single day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everything you do.Everything you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah that sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I hate it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But when I'm at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are days when I feel like I wanna kill myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So basically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have nowhere to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So when I'm in Egypt,nobody wants me there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And at home,nobody wants me here too.Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So that's how Unwantedhere Unwelcomedthere was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actually,my initial blog name was 'All That I've Got'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I changed it because it fits my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In so many ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I was inspired by Avenged Sevenfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/4576241565374253511-3074720388263454528?l=vaizurazmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3074720388263454528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4576241565374253511&amp;postID=3074720388263454528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/3074720388263454528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4576241565374253511/posts/default/3074720388263454528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaizurazmie.blogspot.com/2011/03/02-meaning-behind-your-blogspot-name.html' title='Day 2 - The meaning behind your Blogspot name.'/><author><name>Vaizura Azmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11895510622059075500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wZt3uhEp7Hs/TAd0ObMEIII/AAAAAAAAA2g/BsqjOaeR6Kk/S220/DSC02760+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576241565374253511.post-7669048974658029156</id><published>2011-03-02T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T01:24:15.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Days of Nini Azmie'/><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge Blogspot Version.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;DAY 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"&gt;- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MHDPJkjJ9Pw/TW0bynZqeRI/AAAAAAAABA8/ihqG_aFZckI/s1600/DSC00012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MHDPJkjJ9Pw/TW0bynZqeRI/AAAAAAAABA8/ihqG_aFZckI/s320/DSC00012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Note : This picture was taken about two weeks ago.We went to the bank to do something.We took this inside the car while abah went to pay the Astro bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't like being in Egypt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I never tried drugs or alcohol but I used to smoke pot.LOL.Just kidding.I never tried any of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue.SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If there's something I wish I was good at,it has to be dancing.Not just one particular dance.All types of dance.Blame So You Think You Can Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One language I wish I was good at is Hebrew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love playing dress up!I love mix-matching clothes and shoes.I love it for five minutes and then hate it the next.But I never wore any of my mix-matching creations,I suppose you call it,when I go out.I'm afraid they're too high fashion for my small town.Seriously speaking.My sister tried to go outta the house wearing something I thought was appropriate in fashion &amp;amp; trend,my mom thought she looked like a hooker.See what I mean?I got my inspiration from Jeremy Scott &amp;amp; Betsey Johnson. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love AZMIE J ANDAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love dried mango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I never had breakfast in bed.Hospital beds doesn't count!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love flowers,especially lily but I never got any flowers from anyone. :( Well,once in high school but that doesn't count because it wasn't intended for me.A certain someone gave a certain someone flower through dedications and stuff during a certain event,yeah we had those back in high school.But that certain receiver won't take the rose because the receiver was upset with the sender.So the certain receiver gave it to me instead.So that doesn't really count as giving me flower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Fuck" is my favorite swear word but I don't have enough middle finger to point at each and everyone whom I think deserves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Although my English sucks compared to my certain friends.Yeah you know who you guys are.I prefer writing in English than any other languages.Except for Hebrew.Once I know how.LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am not influenced.I am the influence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can read minds.Yeah...I know what you're thinking right now.You think I'm crazy.No.You just did.Yeah...I can read minds,facial expressions,body languages,tone of voice etc etc very well. ;) Thank you God for my OCD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; 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margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS POST IS FULL OF STUFF YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND UNLESS YOU'RE A REAL WWE WRESTLING FAN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO BEFORE YOU START READING THIS,I SUGGEST YOU KEEP AN OPEN MIND OR ELSE,GTFO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;so check it out,last tuesday,I was filthy sick.I thought I was going to die.Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The headache was the worse ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I've gone through worse.Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Getting a wire down your throat is not a pleasant thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;So I spent my time lying on the couch,like a sitting duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Changing the channel was the only thing I can do without having to throw up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I watched WWE Monday Night RAW.As per usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And I'm telling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It was sick!Literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I mean like freaky awesome kinda sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Even though at some point,I had to run to the sink to throw up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But that wasn't the case!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;John Cena won the Elimination Chamber match!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Which means,he has a shot to go against The Miz on Wrestlemania XXVII on the next two weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Which also means,he won against King Sheamus,Randy Orton,John Morrison,R-Truth &amp;amp; CM Punk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;You know how strong those man are?They're killers man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Well,it was expected though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Pfft!I mean of course Cena will win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But RAW didn't show the clips from the Elimination Chamber Match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;From what I saw,it was pretty gore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;John Morrison was on top of the cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;CM Punk got scar marks on his ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It was&amp;nbsp;unbelievable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The only people who looked okay was Cena,the winner himself,Randy Orton &amp;amp; King Sheamus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone else was pretty beaten up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;John Morrison had his knee injured but he still puts up a fight with CM Punk last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I mean it was sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;He's like a spiderman,or more like the venom version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Reminds me of Jeff Hardy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;These mens are hardcore.They know what they're doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;No man with the right mind and confidence would jump from yay high steel cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It sucks that I had to miss that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;They were on Pay-Per-View.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The first match was between CM Punk &amp;amp; John Morrison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;With unstable gait,they both gave everything to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Well,CM Punk started the assault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;He sprayed something to John Morrison's eye after John won a match against his Nexus guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;That was cheap.So cheap of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ever since that incident,John was in rage the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;No more smiling John Morrison.Curse you Punk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But in the end,CM Punk won fair &amp;amp; square without the help of any of his Nexus guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;John was beaten pretty badly and that just add up to his injuries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;If he's going to be on RAW again next week,I salute that man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The next match was between the Divas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not into the Divas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;All I can see are big boobies and big thighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Not sexy at all.Did I mention the over-tanned skin?LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But good news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Trish Stratus is back to WWE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Well,there was plenty of comebacks this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;There was a countdown,at the beginning of the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;But I'm saving that for the last!
