<?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-1102996753071178145</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:41:13.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azizah's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-7237125102948884321</id><published>2009-12-26T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T05:28:12.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>wow, its been a while right... ahaha&lt;br /&gt;i know because now im stuck with something better than this :)&lt;br /&gt;but i won;t tell anyone about it.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i have been missing him alot, i still cant accept the&lt;br /&gt;fact tat he just ignore me with any fucking reason and just&lt;br /&gt;left me as if im just a heartless girl. cant he see tat i like&lt;br /&gt;him, isnt it obvious?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could,if i dare i will just tell him how much he mean to me&lt;br /&gt;and how much his existence(spelling) effect my days???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a short emo post.till next time then :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-7237125102948884321?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7237125102948884321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/7237125102948884321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/7237125102948884321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-8808393413783124021</id><published>2009-09-09T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:15:35.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey, so i was so suffering here in this college, altho some&lt;br /&gt;of them are hard to loose. but seriously i cant stand any longer&lt;br /&gt;with their stupid thought of people. i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they can say wat they want to, no matter hw offended it might be.&lt;br /&gt;as long as they SAID it. like so wtf. just because of they are our&lt;br /&gt;so-called-teaching-us doesnt mean u can say some stupid nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;don;t u think so. ahh pathetic. i dont know why they can live until&lt;br /&gt;this age. with their stupid thinking, so character, so attitude.&lt;br /&gt;wondering HOW they can survive :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing, i wonder why people get angry over something that&lt;br /&gt;has nothing to with them, and suddently accusing (spell?) people&lt;br /&gt;over it, just because they are being such an asshole for calling&lt;br /&gt;others to help them, but end up knowing that it wasnt serious.&lt;br /&gt;okey, maybe it might be pissing off jokes, but come on, we told u&lt;br /&gt;already, just after 5mins. ? and why are u the one who is really2&lt;br /&gt;pissed off.? and why are calling someone to do watever. maybe because&lt;br /&gt;u're a pathetic loser. and indeed. im very sure. well, suddently came and&lt;br /&gt;yelled at me, while im not the only person who involves in the case,&lt;br /&gt;u're suppose to think. and to make sure things are real. come on L,&lt;br /&gt;u sucks. seriously. can't imagine why i had feelings for such a loser&lt;br /&gt;like u. and not proud of being urself is one of the things that i started&lt;br /&gt;to realise that u are such a loser. haha. &lt;br /&gt;and im thankful that i finally realize that u're what i thought u were.&lt;br /&gt;haha pathetic. pathetic . comparing me with some was way to stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be compare who is better, and im not like that P,&lt;br /&gt;and i dont need to be like P, bcos im way better being me. haha &lt;br /&gt;P isnt so. so.. so .. easy to say. i dont want to be P. :)&lt;br /&gt;u can say hw cool P might be, but i won;t be P, and not the same with &lt;br /&gt;P. its ok u can keep P. hahahahha i mean U, not THEM. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okey next is, i think, im really being racist towards chinese, if they&lt;br /&gt;are any chinese to read this (which i know they wont) but just in case,&lt;br /&gt;im sorry don't mean u guys, just people that i know. :) hahaha that&lt;br /&gt;is not all, but some. i don't know why u people always think u guys are&lt;br /&gt;the one who is only right, in everything. i admit that u guys are quite&lt;br /&gt;CLEVER, but personality oh so not. style no? haha im nt saying myself style&lt;br /&gt;or wat,just that don't talk about people when u don;t know it urself.&lt;br /&gt;just being so clever so what. and keep asking why malay this, malay that?&lt;br /&gt;haha when i listen to malay song, u will be like "urgh pls, i can't listen&lt;br /&gt;to this" but when u open YOUR song, its kinda stupid, and i really CAN"T STAND&lt;br /&gt;it. but still u pay for the room aswell, i can't say like u  did. ahh&lt;br /&gt;and u keep on saying u do this do that, what about me, i never? ahhh &lt;br /&gt;i can't describe my feelings toward YOU cause its really hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam, exam. i can do, but im not sure whther its right or wrong. so.&lt;br /&gt;its quite hard for me because they cant accept the way i act, so they&lt;br /&gt;misjudge me but putting on their own judge. so they JUDGE,just because&lt;br /&gt;i hang out with some guys which none of them are my boyfriend, just because i &lt;br /&gt;laugh with them,and talk some bullshit with them, so they started to think&lt;br /&gt;"OH SHE IS THIS KIND OF PERSON" do i need to be hyporcrite? (spelling) &lt;br /&gt;just because i want u people to like me? hahhaahah NO WAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-8808393413783124021?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8808393413783124021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/continue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/8808393413783124021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/8808393413783124021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/continue.html' title=''/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-1668829344804565555</id><published>2009-09-09T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T04:13:07.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate it</title><content type='html'>for me life is about what people think of u,&lt;br /&gt;eventho sometimes i feel this is none of my business,&lt;br /&gt;u can say watever u want with whoever u want. &lt;br /&gt;But that isnt always what i felt whenever people said something&lt;br /&gt;about me. im very pissed off with this one lecturer in my college.&lt;br /&gt;Attending his class is like commiting suicide. Seriously, i hate&lt;br /&gt;him to the bottom of my heart that he is one of the people who i hate &lt;br /&gt;the most in my whole life. Being so-called -mr-know-everything is making&lt;br /&gt;him "so proud of himself". Who do u think u are? where u study again?&lt;br /&gt;AUSTRALIA,UK, AMERICAN? and yea,u think u are ALL THAT, but the fact&lt;br /&gt;is ure just a stupid people that thinks u know everything and u cantell everything. i just can say "HAHA" saying lame things and being so-nice with only the people&lt;br /&gt;that is CLOSE AND BE UR SLAVE,AND DO WHATEVER U SAY is so not me.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant seem hw can u be a lecturer when ure mind is like.....&lt;br /&gt;SO LAMEEEEE, SO OLD.. SO PATHETIC!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i smoke? so what if i hang out? i still come and study, and do my&lt;br /&gt;best on the exam, and who are to judge by attitude. eventho im spoil but still&lt;br /&gt;i do my task, like everyone, still they do mistake, i did mistake, why im&lt;br /&gt;the only person u complaint? why my attitude is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FOR U!! cont later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-1668829344804565555?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1668829344804565555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/1668829344804565555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/1668829344804565555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-it.html' title='i hate it'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-4793640646413691409</id><published>2009-09-03T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:27:42.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so so. nothing to do. again blogging. wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got tips from miss linda for my introduction of hospitality industry.&lt;br /&gt;yeap. so i study a bit,then end up HANA YORI DANGO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Boys Over Flower is Better, altho MATSUMOTO still hot,but sorry&lt;br /&gt;darl, i choose LEE MIN HO. (xsure what his name) hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankGod,i watched hana yori dango first then only boys over flower,&lt;br /&gt;bcos after i watched boys over flower i found out JAPANESE version is not&lt;br /&gt;so good, hehe before i thought AWW the best drama . hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went out with elyas after sungke, and then dyed my hair BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh . wat the hell, idk that in hospitality industry we can't coloured&lt;br /&gt;our hair, and if u are malay. haha if u're intersional,maybe korean,&lt;br /&gt;its ok for u to colour ur hair. pathetic aite. BITCHESS. i mean the asshole&lt;br /&gt;guys whom i hate the most. AGAIN GUYS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and elyas cut my hair. so here goes my new ugly-cute- hair. kekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sp_t8zyGVII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-Ce8WI03P34/s1600-h/Picture0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sp_t8zyGVII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-Ce8WI03P34/s200/Picture0061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377278109051933826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-4793640646413691409?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4793640646413691409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/4793640646413691409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/4793640646413691409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sp_t8zyGVII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-Ce8WI03P34/s72-c/Picture0061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-6090007891802389722</id><published>2009-09-02T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:34:42.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>final</title><content type='html'>final exam is just in few days :( i havent study ALL. ive been very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;idk why. maybe because of the so-hot-kch or becos of im TOO lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i get my practical,theory,assignment result and its nothing to be proud&lt;br /&gt;of bcos of my stupidity. wtever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for hari raya. bcosss im going to be with the whole family&lt;br /&gt;and its the end of ramdhan. i think,lately, theres been some changes in me.&lt;br /&gt;(just let it be a secret ok) haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i blog? since i said i don't wanna blog anymore. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having my ramadhan in kch makes me gain weight. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think i'll stop here. im sleepy already. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i don't wanna go back to genting and sit for my final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-6090007891802389722?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6090007891802389722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/final.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6090007891802389722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6090007891802389722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/09/final.html' title='final'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-4105226964127147186</id><published>2009-08-23T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:27:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently,im not in the mood of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i dont want to write anymore longer.&lt;br /&gt;its a waste of time. but sometimes i like it.&lt;br /&gt;but now,facebook better :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not in the mood of doing anything these days,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i might say since i start my college. &lt;br /&gt;College is sometimes damn interesting bt sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i just feel wanna go back to when im just sitting at&lt;br /&gt;home doing nothing,college is a very damn tiring place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class,assignment,homework,friends,love ones,party,chefs,&lt;br /&gt;lecturers. everything is so so tiring~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i could turn back the time on not think to&lt;br /&gt;much about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCE NOW&lt;is my study leave and im in kch,there's nothing else&lt;br /&gt;can make me happy except for being in kuching home sweet home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-4105226964127147186?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4105226964127147186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/recentlyim-not-in-mood-of-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/4105226964127147186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/4105226964127147186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/recentlyim-not-in-mood-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-6251564624425495518</id><published>2009-07-22T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:13:23.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i have to love and then hurt. why i cant love someone&lt;br /&gt;that show me his love. why i choose someone who don't love me,&lt;br /&gt;and just always pissing me off and a jerk..Maybe because of that&lt;br /&gt;im in love with him.Im with this guy but in love with This other&lt;br /&gt;guy.i dont know my life is so damn difficult.i tried to let him out&lt;br /&gt;of my mind and never let him back in my mind.but i can't. to hard&lt;br /&gt;for me.im really2 trully inlove with him. i cant do anything.&lt;br /&gt;everytime im with him,i feel like i dont want any other guys. i just&lt;br /&gt;want him to hold me,talk to me and hold my hands. But actually i tried&lt;br /&gt;to avoid him,wont go everytime he calls.but i can't. something will&lt;br /&gt;make me come to him.why things have to be like this? its really hard&lt;br /&gt;for me to accept.I've been heartbroken since ever! why should i like&lt;br /&gt;someone which i am very sure won't end up with me?im sick of this feelings.&lt;br /&gt;sick of things that never right with me,unfair all the time.But none of&lt;br /&gt;that makes me blame ALLAH. i know he loves me and always give me this&lt;br /&gt;kind of difficult things so i can learn and be more mature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously im really upset&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-6251564624425495518?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6251564624425495518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-i-have-to-love-and-then-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6251564624425495518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6251564624425495518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-i-have-to-love-and-then-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-8350529928073068514</id><published>2009-07-08T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:34:53.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt; now,nothing is getting better,everything seems to be to the worst&lt;br /&gt;each day. everyday new bad news,bad news and bad news.&lt;br /&gt;im rememberin my school days constantly nowdays.i just miss it.&lt;br /&gt;now,everything seems harder each day. i cant take control on everything.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like him damn much. and i dont like this feelings. he's not mine and&lt;br /&gt;never will be mine. but why he's in my mind. and making me so high when&lt;br /&gt;he was with me. i cant accept the fact that he has gf and im just a &lt;br /&gt;girl that have no feelings to him. he makes me likes him so much,but then&lt;br /&gt;he just left. wtf. he gives me hope on him,and give me the life to live&lt;br /&gt;in this college but then.wtf. he crash it. i cant seem to understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;why i like him. he's nothing better than anyone. eiu. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to get him out of my mind. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. i have too. he's discusting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-8350529928073068514?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8350529928073068514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/8350529928073068514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/8350529928073068514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think.html' title='i think'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-982349937666945234</id><published>2009-07-03T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:58:45.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt; i know ive been spending money alot since i became&lt;br /&gt;so-called student.im sorry mom and dad. i dont know what&lt;br /&gt;i do with my money. FOODS la ! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,ive decided not to have many friends. but i cant avoid&lt;br /&gt;them,and when i have a chance then i cant control myself.&lt;br /&gt;it is as if,i really need them in my daily life.why so?&lt;br /&gt;even myself dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been very busy and tired. and i dont know what ive been doing&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i love my college life,but sometimes i dont. it makes&lt;br /&gt;me thinks to much of everything. and make me migraine most of&lt;br /&gt;my days.. shit, but life must go on :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM STRONG!!! FIGHTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. oh i have fun with the koreans,they are very nice,indeed,&lt;br /&gt;very cute, and funnY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww i need to stop loving,thinking,liking and missing YOU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-982349937666945234?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/982349937666945234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-for-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/982349937666945234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/982349937666945234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-for-myself.html' title='sorry for myself'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-2670206984358819379</id><published>2009-06-18T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:14:53.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;i think my life is becoming more pathetic each day. &lt;br /&gt;everything seems so to be so irritating and fuckers.  i dont know&lt;br /&gt;but im really not feeling so good this few days,i dont have luck&lt;br /&gt;with guys i just need to be simple minded and dont think heavily&lt;br /&gt;on everything. but i cant.i cant do anything im so useless and unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;just me and everythings on me. seriously it does. im so tired of being&lt;br /&gt;a such loser,and patient and cannot say anything to stand myself.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems so FUN for everyone to push and ask me to do things,&lt;br /&gt;bcos its really hard for me to complaint but wat i can do? NOTHING.!&lt;br /&gt;exactly nothing.im so naive and so weak to stand by my own,or to &lt;br /&gt;protect myself.i always depends on people to help me,to give me courage&lt;br /&gt;to go on with this pathetic life,and this,i have to change my way of&lt;br /&gt;living a life,i need to do something else,to gain something and to make&lt;br /&gt;somethings better for myself,family and everyone. &lt;br /&gt;i need to stop being a very concern about what people think and how&lt;br /&gt;to please them. watthe hell. this kind of situation never stop&lt;br /&gt;bothering me. stop thinking about wat he.she feels&amp;thinks about me.&lt;br /&gt;its just so pathetic of me. the part that i hate the most.why i bother&lt;br /&gt;so much about them,they are nothing but just a drive-thru in my life.&lt;br /&gt;for the worth it one,then its okey. im so stress nowdays. and everyday&lt;br /&gt;in a badmood,bad things came one by one,and really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;im annoying and bitchy why they still calling me? still need me all the&lt;br /&gt;time.?? i cant understand why u gives me hope,and make me smile but&lt;br /&gt;in the end u just say "dont take it something else,this is not feelings"&lt;br /&gt;hey? &lt;strong&gt;come on,telling me not to do this,not to do that,dont go there,&lt;br /&gt;dont go with him,dont forget me,and take care,where are u,why are u mad?,&lt;br /&gt;why u avoiding me,why u never reply. arghh everything are dam bullshit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe yes,indeed u dont have feelings for me,but then why u have to act&lt;br /&gt;like u care,and then telling me u want this girl and u like her, and&lt;br /&gt;u want to be with her and bla.bla.bla but in the same time,u cannot let me&lt;br /&gt;go.although we're not in relationship,still i have to be with u all the&lt;br /&gt;time,calling me,and never stop complaining about i go out with other guys,&lt;br /&gt;and telling all the guys are bad,and telling me all the negative stuff about&lt;br /&gt;what people think !! arghhh u just giving me headache.if u have someone u &lt;br /&gt;like why i cant be with someone i like??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F for YOU .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: still no pictures to upload :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-2670206984358819379?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2670206984358819379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-my-life-is-becoming-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/2670206984358819379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/2670206984358819379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-my-life-is-becoming-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-6433742171232159261</id><published>2009-06-14T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:04:35.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its a curse.</title><content type='html'>indeed. its a curse for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it everytime i like someone,it will be either he;s getting&lt;br /&gt;married,or our relationship didnt last long.&lt;br /&gt;is it a curse??? or its just me that is annoying and not the&lt;br /&gt;type that can be a GIRLFRIEND. &lt;br /&gt;i know i sound desperate,but seriously,why it happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i heard tat he's getting married,i was damn frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;and my heart said "IT HAPPEN AGAIN".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i think its okey,maybe sooner or later i'll be used to&lt;br /&gt;it,and wont cry if i get dumped. indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aa,i know ive updating much lately,its not that im not busy or&lt;br /&gt;what just that,i need to release something from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like to keep it to myself because nobody ought to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they do,i'll be.______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to one utama today. finally i went out with girls. :)&lt;br /&gt;actually a girl. alice from korea. we go Jalan2 and eat at johny;s&lt;br /&gt;and secret recipe and buy something for class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;a day to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today damn exhausted seriously,super dupa exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARA~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-6433742171232159261?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6433742171232159261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-curse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6433742171232159261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6433742171232159261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-curse.html' title='its a curse.'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-8841260518465701078</id><published>2009-06-12T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T07:45:01.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RESPECT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;TELL ME ISIT TO HARD TO RESPECT OTHERS?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can joke but there's a limit for jokes.&lt;br /&gt;and iam sure that u know bcos u're an adult&lt;br /&gt;already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we respect u,so u have to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT,that u want people to respect u,but u dont do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddently telling people LAME,OFFENDED stuff,im very sure&lt;br /&gt;even people without feelings also will get offend by u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to YOU,damn i like u man. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-8841260518465701078?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8841260518465701078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/respect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/8841260518465701078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/8841260518465701078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/respect.html' title='RESPECT'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-6565663574700689306</id><published>2009-06-11T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:37:52.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i pass my test. not excellent but i pass.&lt;br /&gt;kinda frustrated. i wasnt 100%ready since i had migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so forget about it,i shall do better next test. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a very exhausted day for me. i wake up at 12pm&lt;br /&gt;wash my clothes and clean my room,and shower and 1pm&lt;br /&gt;i went to the canteen and had my lunch until 140pm. &lt;br /&gt;i rush back to room,and pack up my things for basic&lt;br /&gt;cookery and i went to kitchen unfortunately,there was&lt;br /&gt;nobody. damn. i went to the college lobby only then i met&lt;br /&gt;my group and we went in the kitchen together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chef song wasnt there,and chef calvin took over the class.&lt;br /&gt;wahh,scary :) but it was fun,he cook pasta for us. hehe&lt;br /&gt;we made tomato paste,pumpkin soup,and potato soup.&lt;br /&gt;i was very slow at turnin the potato. okey *i dont know wats&lt;br /&gt;the exact word . ehehe. after the class finished we have to&lt;br /&gt;clean up the kitchen and those fuckers didnt clean up after the&lt;br /&gt;fucking eat the food and just leave it there,i was the only&lt;br /&gt;person left in the kitchen,and before ched calvin yell at me,&lt;br /&gt;better i just do it,so i did. gahh damn,it was 5.something and&lt;br /&gt;i had to rush go to the frenz cafe,bcos i promised mr.matt to help&lt;br /&gt;him with the event. and i was late,but he was okey. and again,&lt;br /&gt;i regret promising him :P bcos i was damn tired,and im not so&lt;br /&gt;good in f&amp;b skills. and i was scolded so fucking lots of times.&lt;br /&gt;damn. i was fucking hungry and tired. &lt;br /&gt;still tomorrow i need to go,even the day after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,let me tell something about this college,when i talk to the seniors,&lt;br /&gt;they said this college sucks bcos they LOVES to gossip people damn much.&lt;br /&gt;well,come on,get a life,its COLLEGE,an intersional. not some public&lt;br /&gt;collge or wat.. i have a bestfriend,and we are quite close. and the&lt;br /&gt;people in college keep on gossiping us. WE'RE not couple okey.&lt;br /&gt;BESTFRIEND. get me. so people cant do anything that might get poeple's&lt;br /&gt;attention because in a minute,everyone will know. and seriously KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda pissed off by it, but wat to do,there's no turning back .&lt;br /&gt;i just have to get thru it. indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing, here, the lecturer is really2 cool,extremely cool,&lt;br /&gt;but in times,their jokes is really2 hurting. and im fucking hurt sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;but still they are some kind of damn cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey i talk to much. i will upload some pics later,i dont know why the hell&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy recently. hahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-6565663574700689306?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6565663574700689306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-pass-my-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6565663574700689306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6565663574700689306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-pass-my-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-6763871992771282842</id><published>2009-06-09T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:55:17.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid.</title><content type='html'>now im so tense wit everything. &lt;br /&gt;im not yet ready for my test,&lt;br /&gt;altho me and musa study together a while ago,but we end up&lt;br /&gt;talking about our life. and it was kinda intersting.&lt;br /&gt;he's damn funny . haha. so after i go thru 3chapter &lt;br /&gt;i still didnt gain anything,just a simple things like,&lt;br /&gt;what's protein,and fats and cultural cookery. damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently having migrain and it pressure me lots more,&lt;br /&gt;theory of food is damn hard and why i only know that we will&lt;br /&gt;be having progress test tomorrow??damn you!! arghh..&lt;br /&gt;i check out my schedule the progress test was suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;on week8 which is another 4weeks more. mr.david is a nice&lt;br /&gt;person so i cant talk bad things about him -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far,things are going steady but just lots of things to&lt;br /&gt;think,and lots of stuff happening in the collge,where as&lt;br /&gt;rumors spread in a minute,haha. i admit that i do love &lt;br /&gt;gossips but sometimes its kinda annoying when poeple keep&lt;br /&gt;on telling diff kind of stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also,here we party alot. seriously A LOT. but it was fun tho,&lt;br /&gt;but classes :( so tired . im thankful that i stay in the hostel&lt;br /&gt;so its easy for me to got back and sleep at break time,i dont&lt;br /&gt;need to wake up 1hour early to get ready and walk to college,&lt;br /&gt;BUT,one fuckup thing about this hostel is,a lot of insects i MEAN it.&lt;br /&gt;butterflies,ants,lizards and etc.other than that everything is good.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,NO CURFEWS,yes to smoke,drink,simply say no rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not a huge college like other colleges,yet everything is very&lt;br /&gt;cool,because we can easily get to know people here,easily get close&lt;br /&gt;with seniors,hang out and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots more to talk about,but i couldnt find a suitable words,&lt;br /&gt;i think im done for now,i need to sleep and wake up early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and study a bit (if i can) and got class at 9am and boom, &lt;br /&gt;its F&amp;B skills :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitenite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-6763871992771282842?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6763871992771282842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6763871992771282842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6763871992771282842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid.html' title='stupid.'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-4756147824704403614</id><published>2009-05-29T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:01:48.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch</title><content type='html'>hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said bitch constantly since i came to genting inti.&lt;br /&gt;maybe bcos some of my guy friends are bitches. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they keep saying themselves bitch too. &lt;br /&gt;now is the weekend and damn im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with our cool-lecturer mr.matt.to watch movie&lt;br /&gt;at highlands with all the seniors.(okey im the only batch29) &lt;br /&gt; went by skyway and by the time our movie finishd there's no&lt;br /&gt;more bus,and we have to wait for the next bus after 2hours30mins.&lt;br /&gt;crazy isnt it? but it was fun tho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that im not good with the girls really,i feel uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;talking to them,maybe because they didnt really talk. i found out&lt;br /&gt;that im really comfortable around the guys,altho i have no feelings&lt;br /&gt;towards them and so do they.. the girls is like way diff from me.seriously.&lt;br /&gt;altho we have somethings in common but still UNCOMFORTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched night at the muzium 2(fuck i dont know hw to spell) hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun but i found out that i am the middle of sleeping &lt;br /&gt;people chris and denise. and when the movie ends. only 3 out of 14 &lt;br /&gt;of us watch the movie,other die already . hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back at 530 and reach college around 6am. dam tired. &lt;br /&gt;and i promise musa to go to genting with him,and IM SO SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;i cant.im Fucking damn sleepy. ha ha ha. sorry dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments.arghh well the first week i have 2assignments.groups asignments.&lt;br /&gt;it gives me the tense bcos i know nothing about assignments and presentation,&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i didnt come to the orientation on the 1st week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the vietnam's friends they help me a lot with the assignments&lt;br /&gt;since they are my seniors and they know better arent they.:) &lt;br /&gt;with my groups killing me,atleast alice help a lot,but NOT THE&lt;br /&gt;STUPID MOTHERFUCKING LEADER OF THE FUCKING GROUP. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;i dislike him like hell! he was nice for a second,last time i can understand&lt;br /&gt;him,i mean hws his attitude. but now,oh i cant. im damn pissed and full&lt;br /&gt;of hatred. damn he's fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer staying in the hostel,but if i do,i will die for starving and&lt;br /&gt;my friends always call when im nOT boring haha. overoll,college is &lt;br /&gt;FUN,with diff kind of people and lots of serious and annoying girls.&lt;br /&gt;haha and GUYS too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wanna cont my sleep. hehe i sleep alot. too lazy to go out&lt;br /&gt;and eat. hah. take care xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS FARAH :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-4756147824704403614?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4756147824704403614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/bitch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/4756147824704403614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/4756147824704403614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/bitch.html' title='bitch'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-6663507004597913567</id><published>2009-05-25T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:23:10.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-blank-</title><content type='html'>i know its been a while since i post something.&lt;br /&gt;really,i dont know what to say and to story here.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like writting/posting :) frankly&lt;br /&gt;i get online very often and so out of idea what to&lt;br /&gt;do while im online,but then... i forgot about blogs. :P&lt;br /&gt;and just today i remember. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though,NO people actually reading this blog but i dont&lt;br /&gt;give a damn actually :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,so far the college is quite fun.and quite boring sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;but ive been really2 extremely fucking busy. with friends and clases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to laundry,(thanks to my lovely roomate leyteng,teaches me&lt;br /&gt;how to do the laundry myself) and today i bring my other friends and this&lt;br /&gt;time,im the one who's telling them how to actually use the machine :).&lt;br /&gt;after laundry went to KFC,awww. Abg Najib blanja we all. he's very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM FUCKING FULL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have foreign friends from indonesia,vietnam,korean,kazakh,and etc.&lt;br /&gt;:) most of them are seniors. so we seldom talk just sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for my seniors band practice.they are all from indonesia,and&lt;br /&gt;"quite good looking" but not available :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sometimes sings too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have pics but in my phne so im too lazy too upload now .&lt;br /&gt;and YEA,CAMP WAS EXTREMELY DAMN NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiosssss..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-6663507004597913567?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6663507004597913567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/blank.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6663507004597913567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6663507004597913567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/blank.html' title='-blank-'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-7778815984191240936</id><published>2009-05-09T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:00:51.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holla</title><content type='html'>oh im feeling so tired and sick now.&lt;br /&gt;ive been feeling so fucking lame recently.&lt;br /&gt;what to do life is fucking hard.&lt;br /&gt;to trust and to be trust.what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;all my friends are guys and i dont know what&lt;br /&gt;to do.. but they are fucking nice hehe&lt;br /&gt;mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey guess what im currently "seing" someone.&lt;br /&gt;but.. fuck. guys are soo fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;i found out that he was texting everyone and sayin&lt;br /&gt;stuff that is unacceptable for any gf in the world.&lt;br /&gt;whatthehell.&lt;br /&gt;tell me,that dislike sms-ing but the he's been texting&lt;br /&gt;lots of girls and NOT me. hell to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess im into other guys too.but atleast im not&lt;br /&gt;love-ing someone else. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey im feeling so fuckin tired and exhausted and lazy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a8f8cba5252f0e0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7778815984191240936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/holla.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/7778815984191240936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/7778815984191240936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/holla.html' title='holla'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-7493013744717528089</id><published>2009-05-02T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:28:08.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im going to commit suicide soon .sorry</title><content type='html'>the topic title was given due to the picture&lt;br /&gt;of my beloved boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sf0N2rz5SWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jO3K16rES0Q/s1600-h/1393195302_4452052560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sf0N2rz5SWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jO3K16rES0Q/s320/1393195302_4452052560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331432767001020770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic really gives me the feeling to commit suicide&lt;br /&gt;a.s.a.p.... its not fair. i can even see the women's boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;despite i cant see the nipple im stil fucking pissed.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant accept this picture,matsumoto jun seen to much. :(&lt;br /&gt;obviously,he can see the NIPPLE clearly and its not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;he can only see mine &lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this picture. the girl was sitting ON him.&lt;br /&gt;that pissed me off badly and im going to lose my patient&lt;br /&gt;if i keep on looking at it.im so damn jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?nande?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to cry and MAYBE commit suicide if i cant cheer&lt;br /&gt;myself up today. going back to college today.got placement&lt;br /&gt;and public speaking tomorrow. im nervous .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a very busy weekend la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh farah. CANT WAIT TO SEE U SOON!!! &lt;br /&gt;june siklamak gik owww..yoh.klak tido rumah kamek :) yeye&lt;br /&gt;love youu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-7493013744717528089?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7493013744717528089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-going-to-commit-suicide-soon-sorry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/7493013744717528089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/7493013744717528089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-going-to-commit-suicide-soon-sorry.html' title='im going to commit suicide soon .sorry'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sf0N2rz5SWI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jO3K16rES0Q/s72-c/1393195302_4452052560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-173198375071791271</id><published>2009-04-29T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T05:06:04.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>im in college already :) got a lot to tell ,but im out&lt;br /&gt;of words. :D i have around 50++ classmates and most of them&lt;br /&gt;are chinese korean and indian and there's this one guy and me&lt;br /&gt;are the only malays . right now,my friends are only guys,&lt;br /&gt;the girls were aiyaa just 1,2 okey. i sound like chinese these&lt;br /&gt;days. ahahha. i love my roomate TENG so much,she help me with&lt;br /&gt;everything .. haha. and today we had a very tiring activities yet&lt;br /&gt;its quite Fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. there's this one lecturer who's really HOT. he has dilip's&lt;br /&gt;eyes la. and im very sure that i will always attend his class&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. he sounds like dilip and in fact his also an indian,but not&lt;br /&gt;sure la,he's a singh or hindu :D his name is Mr.Alex. and not sure&lt;br /&gt;what he;s gonna teach. hhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a few friends here. hahaha just TENG,DONNA,SAUQUIN,MOON,BIOU*cant&lt;br /&gt;really pronounce his name,NASH,NAJIB,DAVIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im starting to like it here. :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,i am missing elyas so damn much. i need my brother. :( &lt;br /&gt;i miss my nephews and nieces so much i wnna kiss them la&lt;br /&gt;i miss my SAKAI sister also. &lt;br /&gt;i miss my MOM and DAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just been missing lots of peoples la. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will update later. Nash is coming now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-173198375071791271?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/173198375071791271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/173198375071791271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/173198375071791271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-5907609956236721562</id><published>2009-04-23T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:15:52.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*blank</title><content type='html'>oh no! this is scary :) lol.&lt;br /&gt;im going to start cllge soon. this SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;aish.. though,my class start on 18thMay but &lt;br /&gt;they said i have to go to the orientation or stuff.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the college yesterday register and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;im the only Muslim for this intake. :( my roomates&lt;br /&gt;is chinese i think. didnt get a chance to talk yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea,im going to GIIC.genting inti intersional college.&lt;br /&gt;lol. ahah. its gonna be so far from town. and i can easily &lt;br /&gt;go to genting .hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine myself la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday also went to Kl tower. (1st time) haha..&lt;br /&gt;its been years since i live in semanjung :) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey then. &lt;br /&gt;tc ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALL ME GAI .;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-5907609956236721562?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5907609956236721562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/blank.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/5907609956236721562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/5907609956236721562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/blank.html' title='*blank'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-7860723807555063805</id><published>2009-04-15T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:25:42.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeWmaMof5hI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZUVWI7q6Fe8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeWmaMof5hI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZUVWI7q6Fe8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324845103433377298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i am so into LOVE now.&lt;br /&gt;i think kisses are delight! i mean seriously,&lt;br /&gt;i want to kiss right now. hehe&lt;br /&gt;i know this sounds horny and desperate but&lt;br /&gt;its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;i know i a bit behind but i jusr realize&lt;br /&gt;this movie.its been here in my hard disk for&lt;br /&gt;a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i was annoyed by georgia but then i think&lt;br /&gt;she's pretty and cute.jas too,&lt;br /&gt;and robbie,dave n tom was like soo hot.!&lt;br /&gt;peter is so not. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the part &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;georgia: u think im perfect?&lt;br /&gt;robbie: i think u're mad.but perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously ...&lt;br /&gt;this movie was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;i saw it poster last time but i couldnt remmber&lt;br /&gt;where i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeWnYY1duII/AAAAAAAAAbI/Xv3C3IJFfJQ/s1600-h/1_230687316l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeWnYY1duII/AAAAAAAAAbI/Xv3C3IJFfJQ/s320/1_230687316l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324846171860875394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeWnYAEoBiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EkvZEqk3QsI/s1600-h/2655795990_c272a2a650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeWnYAEoBiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/EkvZEqk3QsI/s320/2655795990_c272a2a650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324846165213578786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HOT :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-7860723807555063805?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7860723807555063805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/7860723807555063805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/7860723807555063805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeWmaMof5hI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZUVWI7q6Fe8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-2438863874647491304</id><published>2009-04-14T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:36:04.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHTMARES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeSc4mR3TqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/pNoQWQt1GWM/s1600-h/3202142222_f5ab5b20d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeSc4mR3TqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/pNoQWQt1GWM/s320/3202142222_f5ab5b20d9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324553155620851362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeSXzqPOvCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bCr8WkA7y-4/s1600-h/280px-John_Henry_Fuseli_-_The_Nightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeSXzqPOvCI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bCr8WkA7y-4/s320/280px-John_Henry_Fuseli_-_The_Nightmare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324547573226060834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A nightmare is a dream which causes a strong unpleasant emotional response from the sleeper, typically fear or horror, being in situations of extreme danger, or the sensations of pain, bad events, falling, drowning or death. Such dreams can be related to physical causes such as a high fever, turned faced down on a pillow during sleep (most often in the case of drowning nightmares), or psychological ones such as psychological trauma or stress in the sleeper's life, or can have no apparent cause. If a person has experienced a psychologically traumatic situation in life—for example, a person who may have been captured and tortured—the experience may come back to haunt them in their nightmares. Sleepers may waken in a state of distress and be unable to get back to sleep for some time. Eating before bed, which triggers an increase in the body's metabolism and brain activity, is another potential stimulus for nightmares[1].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasional nightmares are commonplace, but recurrent nightmares can interfere with sleep and may cause people to seek medical help. A recently proposed treatment consists of imagery rehearsal.[2] This approach appears to reduce the effects of nightmares and other symptoms in acute stress disorder and post-traumatic stress disorder.[3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practitioners of lucid dreaming claim that it can help conquer nightmares of this type,[4] rather than of the traditional type..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been having nightmares constantly these days. damn.&lt;br /&gt;im so fucking scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly it was nightmares of death.&lt;br /&gt;and some spooky dreams.&lt;br /&gt;and some is regarding a baby boy smokes. a 1-2years old kid.&lt;br /&gt;i was like wth. thk god it was only a dream. umm.. scary tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like sleeping la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dreams dont come true right? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i met farah,we lepak2 and gossip2 and slept together :P&lt;br /&gt;miss her already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeSdRxV2_WI/AAAAAAAAAag/FMMBVVr7Mno/s1600-h/090410_171904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeSdRxV2_WI/AAAAAAAAAag/FMMBVVr7Mno/s320/090410_171904.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324553588087127394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeSdR-U4X_I/AAAAAAAAAaY/uoENF_jnFM0/s1600-h/090410_171845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeSdR-U4X_I/AAAAAAAAAaY/uoENF_jnFM0/s320/090410_171845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324553591572684786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to watch movies. like byk ehh k&lt;br /&gt;chaloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Jerry this is for You.kantoi indah ada blog. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeSfM_nFYRI/AAAAAAAAAao/MdKFRqDuRAA/s1600-h/DSC04682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeSfM_nFYRI/AAAAAAAAAao/MdKFRqDuRAA/s320/DSC04682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324555705041379602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAYANG-cmne phonE? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-2438863874647491304?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2438863874647491304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/nightmares.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/2438863874647491304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/2438863874647491304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/nightmares.html' title='NIGHTMARES'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SeSc4mR3TqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/pNoQWQt1GWM/s72-c/3202142222_f5ab5b20d9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-429469722394132473</id><published>2009-04-09T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:33:07.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.--//**??$$--.</title><content type='html'>mm this is getting lame and lamer each day,&lt;br /&gt;thought i'll be very "freedom" afta school.&lt;br /&gt;out-work-lepak-parties. but things didnt be as&lt;br /&gt;what i plan. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently,at dad;s office.boring eh.&lt;br /&gt;no myspace,facebook.. even ym and msn also&lt;br /&gt;cannot access wooo. &lt;br /&gt;motive??&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is the 1st time farah n me gonna hang out&lt;br /&gt;at kl,the first time after 8years.... :P&lt;br /&gt;sleep with her tonight :D &lt;br /&gt;asked her to sleep at my place but she said&lt;br /&gt;she want to,but she dont want to ditch her dad.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sd6RFwms5CI/AAAAAAAAAaA/39X6Aim9DoU/s1600-h/knowing_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sd6RFwms5CI/AAAAAAAAAaA/39X6Aim9DoU/s320/knowing_ver3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322851337731105826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea..i went to putrajaya on tuesday. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch fnf4 but was full. so we end up&lt;br /&gt;watching knowing... the story was okey.&lt;br /&gt;3 1/2 star..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...and at alamanda i saw......... a girl wearing tudung&lt;br /&gt;smoke. okey i didnt see it my friends did. aiyaaa..&lt;br /&gt;im so pissed doh.fuck her la. berik malu jak eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinking why does some women still wanna flirt&lt;br /&gt;with guys when they are officially married.??!! &lt;br /&gt;or someone who still tried to flirt or "if u give me&lt;br /&gt;the oppurtunity to be in ur heart" with people's husband???&lt;br /&gt;like wtf?? get a life bitch~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i hate women who is already married and got children&lt;br /&gt;still need sex from other guys??? some even pay people to just&lt;br /&gt;FUCK their pussy.like....??? weirdooo.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do they really need sex with other guys too? laki sik cukup kah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when some of my guys friends who;s dating people's wife.&lt;br /&gt;like whats so special bout them??m not jealous or what?&lt;br /&gt;just gelik eh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why dont u just have sex before u get married? just spend ur sex-maniac&lt;br /&gt;life before married la. dont need to do it after dah kawin eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelik i hope and i pray tat none of this wil happen to me eh..&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-429469722394132473?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/429469722394132473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/429469722394132473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/429469722394132473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='.--//**??$$--.'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sd6RFwms5CI/AAAAAAAAAaA/39X6Aim9DoU/s72-c/knowing_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-6145776296372921667</id><published>2009-04-07T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:58:50.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was really bored from monday to tuesday (whch is today) lol&lt;br /&gt;i got nothing to do. so i watch full house for the zillion billion&lt;br /&gt;times. :( and i finished my sally's spa game. and i did everything&lt;br /&gt;that i never/dont have time to do. cause i cant online. i cant&lt;br /&gt;play the comp because abang is, is here. :( &lt;br /&gt;i watch astro most of the time. and i realize tht there's act&lt;br /&gt;lots of cool movies. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yea,jamiroquai wasssss boringggggg...&lt;br /&gt;seriosly i thought that it gonna be a blast well it wasnt fun&lt;br /&gt;AT ALL. i was so sleepy haha. and i wonder why the GIRLS keep&lt;br /&gt;on dancing. the songs was lame and he's old and though he's british&lt;br /&gt;i still dont care. there was lots of WILD GIRLS aih.&lt;br /&gt;i was the only girl who wearns jeans and kemeja.? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i was so dirty ehh cause ujan. &lt;br /&gt;see the lame pictures of me here. i look soo... ceridakk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SduE0JBLraI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9xCib0sgRJw/s1600-h/l_844f48e1f5864c89b28437e19008a202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SduEz_bwbgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/z-Hriq1exOI/s320/l_43fd190221594faabf7f99c745200109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321993413404421634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SduEzkYgAfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1H05Q5-LJ5U/s1600-h/l_3faa5c6182ef4252b9e96f10f0ee3124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SduEzkYgAfI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1H05Q5-LJ5U/s320/l_3faa5c6182ef4252b9e96f10f0ee3124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321993406143005170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's more. but im too lazy to uypload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for the F1. i like it but it was raining heavily and had&lt;br /&gt;to stop the race and it ends just like that. after all the rain&lt;br /&gt;and boom-boom :D kempang ati polah mek orang gia. haha&lt;br /&gt;mcm lah aku meli ticket ya.. haha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oh im out of mood to further my studies.&lt;br /&gt;work will do? idk.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-6145776296372921667?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6145776296372921667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-really-bored-from-monday-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6145776296372921667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/6145776296372921667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-really-bored-from-monday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SduE0JBLraI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9xCib0sgRJw/s72-c/l_844f48e1f5864c89b28437e19008a202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-8215163003731130414</id><published>2009-04-04T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:31:24.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;gosh,ive been feeling quite emotional and tired &lt;br /&gt;and sendi2 ku sakit eh :( mm.. im having PMS now&lt;br /&gt;and my underpants is full with bloods. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldnt be telling this here, but i feel&lt;br /&gt;like i wanna say out loud so no need to overreact ok&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having pain everywhere. vagina :D stomach,headache,&lt;br /&gt;my hands (after surfin yesterday) and my heart ache to.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea i went to sunway lagoon yesterday with my family&lt;br /&gt;and udak's family. hehe it was fun and it makes me ease somehow&lt;br /&gt;haha having julie and all the cousins wow cool. &lt;br /&gt;and of cos GUYS . omg there was thousandds of hot guys whick&lt;br /&gt;turns me ON so bad :) haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went surfin fo the first time in my life. :) hahah.&lt;br /&gt;though it wasnt at the sea or real wave but kindda rox wo.&lt;br /&gt;i was REALLY bad at first and after a few rounds i was OKEY.&lt;br /&gt;NOT GOOD or EXCELLENT la. but orang putih turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;:)) so horny. hahahaha my hands hurt because i was trying to swim&lt;br /&gt;on the board but i cant i was jealous u know suma orang terrer aku&lt;br /&gt;tek sik :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was almost lemas while playing the ombak thinggy eh,since&lt;br /&gt;i didnt expect that im THAT short. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt go at the indoor because we leka playing at the waterpark&lt;br /&gt;eh,after dah mandi and stuff dah 6pm. so,next time maybe.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after then i went to mr tenpayaki having my so-lapa-dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;mm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, julie's nenek is so COOLL&gt; seriously knowing he's 78years&lt;br /&gt;old makes me shock for a while. he's still cool and jalan2 sorang2&lt;br /&gt;and lepak,and we dont need to hold him time jalan,he can jalan sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;and still manage to style himself. style abisss. :) to bad i dont&lt;br /&gt;have his pic with me.gonna check dad's camera. :D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,i have the EXACTLY the same phone with Julie. haha nang cousin la.&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so overoll yesterday was FUN, though dad and i were u know some kind&lt;br /&gt;in a crisis but yesterday we act normal.. hurmpp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea,thinking of working with udak at miri. but xsure yet.&lt;br /&gt;but ive been planing this since last year so i hope this time&lt;br /&gt;is for real. fo sure mom and dad wont allowed me :( pelik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg9zspJOtI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sjyZ77omnQo/s1600-h/090404_174343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg9zspJOtI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sjyZ77omnQo/s320/090404_174343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321070918104595154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg9zvo1fGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k-kFd24ep9Q/s1600-h/090404_142307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg9zvo1fGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/k-kFd24ep9Q/s320/090404_142307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321070918908607586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg9zdcsLVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/i55c-QVhf9s/s1600-h/090404_142250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg9zdcsLVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/i55c-QVhf9s/s320/090404_142250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321070914025827666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg9zCLzVSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/qDu--T-cIfA/s1600-h/090404_142121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg9zCLzVSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/qDu--T-cIfA/s320/090404_142121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321070906707236130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg9y6QriAI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FyRwIHlm7bs/s1600-h/090404_121538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg9y6QriAI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FyRwIHlm7bs/s320/090404_121538.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321070904580212738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg-ulAktjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/SxyYQkXQ1Qg/s1600-h/090404_181453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg-ulAktjI/AAAAAAAAAY4/SxyYQkXQ1Qg/s320/090404_181453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321071929667663410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and this pictures is for farah :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg_NIAqTzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/p25KJMq9L1k/s1600-h/090404_102841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg_NIAqTzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/p25KJMq9L1k/s320/090404_102841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321072454459346738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg_NDZ-4xI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/TxsAybFTi2k/s1600-h/090404_102828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg_NDZ-4xI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/TxsAybFTi2k/s320/090404_102828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321072453223375634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg_MwumDoI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WPPwR9-hbH8/s1600-h/090404_102426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg_MwumDoI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WPPwR9-hbH8/s320/090404_102426.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321072448209555074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg_Mg2FPJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5oTR26z2Z5k/s1600-h/090404_102753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg_Mg2FPJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5oTR26z2Z5k/s320/090404_102753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321072443945991314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ignore me ugly face. :) and for the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i was so &lt;small&gt;fuck up&lt;/small&gt; so i dont really care&lt;br /&gt;about the spelling and now im too lazy to change it.so bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to f1 now. but not 100% sure cause plans sometimes&lt;br /&gt;cancel last minute. :D and i dont think its a good idea to &lt;br /&gt;go since im having period pain nw. but i wanna go cuci mata.&lt;br /&gt;haha :D&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-8215163003731130414?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8215163003731130414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/pms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/8215163003731130414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/8215163003731130414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sdg9zspJOtI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sjyZ77omnQo/s72-c/090404_174343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-1282727781189176276</id><published>2009-04-03T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:17:11.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt; Azizah = the STUPIDEST person in the whole wide world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. this is base on the truth story.&lt;br /&gt;trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-1282727781189176276?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1282727781189176276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/azizah-stupidest-person-in-whole-wide.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/1282727781189176276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/1282727781189176276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/azizah-stupidest-person-in-whole-wide.html' title=''/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-145497038876454216</id><published>2009-04-02T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:11:23.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday</title><content type='html'>just an ordinary day. nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;a boring and another day pissed by daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why recently we constantly argue&lt;br /&gt;about everythings. feels like i dont really&lt;br /&gt;wanna talk to him or kiss him and i dont&lt;br /&gt;feel like wanna chill with him . its not that&lt;br /&gt;i hate him or i dont love him its just that&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why he became way to annoying recently.&lt;br /&gt;keep on saying things and blaming me for things??&lt;br /&gt;why.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i wanted to go for interviews he said stay&lt;br /&gt;at home, we need u at home and bla.bla.bla.&lt;br /&gt;but what can i do at home, when i wanna go out&lt;br /&gt;just to have some fresh air they'll be like &lt;br /&gt;"u cant stay at home ey? always wanna go out?"&lt;br /&gt;cant they understand the simple me?? i just wanna &lt;br /&gt;go out atleast to cheer my fuck up days.&lt;br /&gt;but they never understand all they know is i have&lt;br /&gt;to listen to every words the say. okey i will.&lt;br /&gt;but not everything. why they hate me so much??&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand. i feel so down and so-o-o lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand this nonsenses anymore. this is driving&lt;br /&gt;me crazy with all this things happening in one whole&lt;br /&gt;week i cant seem to smile ....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i need to listen to them . do i need to do what i dont&lt;br /&gt;wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;do i have to give up on everything. i hate to do things&lt;br /&gt;that i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u please understand me mom and dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just please atleast try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry for the english.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-145497038876454216?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/145497038876454216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/145497038876454216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/145497038876454216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/thursday.html' title='thursday'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-1570879637479598398</id><published>2009-04-01T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:12:00.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boringggggggggg!</title><content type='html'>its been a really ANNOYING and Fucking BORING &lt;br /&gt;week.. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like wanna go kl .&lt;br /&gt;or hangout.&lt;br /&gt;having ed around for 2days was okey.;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know we talked about stuff. about what happend&lt;br /&gt;in kuching.the latest issues :D the gossips.&lt;br /&gt;thats what i LIKEEeeee. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTERNET CONNECTION IS FUCKED UP!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this week ive been download-ing lots of games.&lt;br /&gt;which makes my pc so lag*lambat :P hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooking dash. jojo's fashion show. sally's spa.&lt;br /&gt;cake mania. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO stresssssssss :(&lt;br /&gt;i cant even download pictures.&lt;br /&gt;or check on websides.&lt;br /&gt;damn u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urghh.. ive been listening to &lt;strong&gt;fergie wont&lt;br /&gt;let u fall&lt;/strong&gt; over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;so nice wo. the lyrics is so meaningful.awww &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to post the song but THE FUCKUP INTERNET &lt;br /&gt;u know so damn slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...&lt;br /&gt;these days. &lt;br /&gt;FACEBOOK is soo boringgggg.....&lt;br /&gt;MYSPACE tooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msn/Ym okey la. can cheer me up a little. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,today is aprilfool.&lt;br /&gt;ed is my first one.&lt;br /&gt;tp sik jadi. he knew.puhh.&lt;br /&gt;farah, hahahaa. funny.dont wnt to say it here lah.:D.&lt;br /&gt;azie sakati,azie bitch! hahaa all the swear2 kua eh.:D&lt;br /&gt;omar,about me getting married.:D he was shock. :)&lt;br /&gt;muhamed,I LOVE YOU stuff. haha omg,he's married. :) sorry.&lt;br /&gt;--he was nervous tho. "as a brother?"  gahhhh.. hahah,&lt;br /&gt;redha, I lost my virginity. he knew i was aprilfool-ing him.:D&lt;br /&gt;temunek! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss school wo. if im still in school i can remember that&lt;br /&gt;today is APRILFOOL.:( until mom tell i wouldnt know.&lt;br /&gt;its APRIL aihh! cepatnyaaaaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still Hate YOu! boooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. what to do.&lt;br /&gt;boringboring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GUESS WHAT. Im Into AF now. :D hahhaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-1570879637479598398?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1570879637479598398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/boringggggggggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/1570879637479598398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/1570879637479598398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/boringggggggggg.html' title='Boringggggggggg!'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-2981310975550866156</id><published>2009-03-30T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:59:35.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate You So Fuckin Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt; You are the bitch among the bitches!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt; You thought u are pretty but the fact is u're shitty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt; The &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt; among the fuckers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt; and OBviously the one i hate the MOST!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U ought to live this kinda life.&lt;br /&gt;ALONE and DEAD-&lt;br /&gt;fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Ruin My Precious Life Time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-2981310975550866156?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2981310975550866156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-you-so-fuckin-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/2981310975550866156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/2981310975550866156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-you-so-fuckin-much.html' title='I hate You So Fuckin Much'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-7031984046172928743</id><published>2009-03-30T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:31:15.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yipieee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SdCQtUuRt0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/DANuPsmyJmQ/s1600-h/hyd_dorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SdCQtUuRt0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/DANuPsmyJmQ/s320/hyd_dorama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318910268255876930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SdCQtSaIqiI/AAAAAAAAAYA/KcFj1zDi2L0/s1600-h/f4mx1hr0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SdCQtSaIqiI/AAAAAAAAAYA/KcFj1zDi2L0/s320/f4mx1hr0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318910267634526754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; GOSH,I AM SO IN LOVE WITH....&lt;br /&gt;MATSUMOTO JUN!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream is YOU . :((&lt;br /&gt;sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;i need to find someone exactly like tsusaka domyouji. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cant really remember how to spell his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM HAVING MIGRAINE which is soo SUCKIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters. :D &lt;br /&gt;again farah? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-7031984046172928743?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7031984046172928743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/yipieee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/7031984046172928743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/7031984046172928743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/yipieee.html' title='yipieee'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SdCQtUuRt0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/DANuPsmyJmQ/s72-c/hyd_dorama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-4535836745766317937</id><published>2009-03-29T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:53:54.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha</title><content type='html'>OMG. &lt;br /&gt;today im feeling so bigger-size-tummy&lt;br /&gt;it look exactly like this one :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sc-IrvvjTjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5WJaH5u9nPo/s1600-h/tummy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sc-IrvvjTjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5WJaH5u9nPo/s320/tummy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318619970079510066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;despite!&lt;/strong&gt; im not pregnant !!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to work out doh. seriously this is becoming worst&lt;br /&gt;each day! :(&lt;br /&gt;p/s: if im still in plkn,im sure that i'll not gain weight&lt;br /&gt;infact i can lose few kgs i think :D because the food&lt;br /&gt;was so.. urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to alamanda today.&lt;br /&gt;bought a new phone. people might say im a bit behind.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a Ks360.&lt;br /&gt;i love this phone. &lt;br /&gt;its my dream phone oi! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sc-J8Cox0rI/AAAAAAAAAXw/hgHw_j2WlFc/s1600-h/20081020_ks360_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sc-J8Cox0rI/AAAAAAAAAXw/hgHw_j2WlFc/s320/20081020_ks360_23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318621349540909746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sc-J8F0P4GI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UbRnvvkCzKc/s1600-h/20081020_ks360_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sc-J8F0P4GI/AAAAAAAAAXo/UbRnvvkCzKc/s320/20081020_ks360_22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318621350394323042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive started reading my p.s:i love u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sc-KmbcYDzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nSs0k7-I5N8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sc-KmbcYDzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nSs0k7-I5N8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318622077754281778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far.its nice :D&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since i last read any novels.&lt;br /&gt;so,i was so bored at home doing nothing so ive&lt;br /&gt;decided to buy a novel.and when i went to MpH&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to buy a kissing novels which is by&lt;br /&gt;the time i was with my parent and will be kinda&lt;br /&gt;"freaking-horny-daughter" so i saw this novel&lt;br /&gt;and it remind me of my bestest bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hafizah Farah&lt;/strong&gt; cause i remember&lt;br /&gt;once she told me about tha novel. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. farah.seriously i hate sleeping with UR DANIEL.&lt;br /&gt;tension..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.im out of words.&lt;br /&gt;laterssss :D&lt;br /&gt;*farah ktk jak tauk.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-4535836745766317937?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4535836745766317937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/aloha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/4535836745766317937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/4535836745766317937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/aloha.html' title='Aloha'/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sc-IrvvjTjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5WJaH5u9nPo/s72-c/tummy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-3773371231008506045</id><published>2009-03-27T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:31:32.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/AnMP1oqPTto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/AnMP1oqPTto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so fucking emotional now. i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;but this song is likee so sedih..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im confused with my own feelings .&lt;br /&gt;i cant go on man.&lt;br /&gt;i need a new environment of life.&lt;br /&gt;i need changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a job .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things is too complicated now days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: im glad that i finally know how to download movies.&lt;br /&gt;besides using ARES. :D i need to learn english.&lt;br /&gt;my english sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-3773371231008506045?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3773371231008506045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-fucking-emotional-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/3773371231008506045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/3773371231008506045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-fucking-emotional-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-3861186636918253363</id><published>2009-03-27T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:32:13.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another day at home. makes me feel so close&lt;br /&gt;with mom. T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kallish is here,and im gonna be a mom today.&lt;br /&gt;wow...:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know i keep on textin him,but he never&lt;br /&gt;replied. why i cant stop my fingers from &lt;br /&gt;textin him.its not like he cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey im not into him so much anymore. just&lt;br /&gt;nothing more than friends. &lt;br /&gt;maybe he cant accept me to be his friends.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.this is sooo &lt;small&gt;fuck up&lt;/small&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey im moving onnn... watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScyO0o191UI/AAAAAAAAAXY/swkoQKUi9LM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScyO0o191UI/AAAAAAAAAXY/swkoQKUi9LM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317782294985823554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this movie man.&lt;br /&gt;If i can JUMP anywhere i want that would be so&lt;br /&gt;"yipieee"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-3861186636918253363?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3861186636918253363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day-at-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/3861186636918253363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/3861186636918253363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScyO0o191UI/AAAAAAAAAXY/swkoQKUi9LM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-1324729765686946789</id><published>2009-03-26T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:13:57.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am thinking of a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;so ive been searching fo phones.&lt;br /&gt;nokia,sony,motorola is not in the&lt;br /&gt;list. i want to try LG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sct-__aLIOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uaBxUSMfkN8/s1600-h/3004714657_6ca05dd80b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sct-__aLIOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uaBxUSMfkN8/s320/3004714657_6ca05dd80b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317483422859075810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sct-_pm_iRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/63EvYvFy6uw/s1600-h/3004715909_50302779be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sct-_pm_iRI/AAAAAAAAAXI/63EvYvFy6uw/s320/3004715909_50302779be.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317483417007261970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much aite?&lt;br /&gt;mm.. i wonder where can i find it.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont have much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its too expensive.(&lt;em&gt;i think it is&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;im gonna buy LgKs360(&lt;em&gt;i think*&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my PLKN.&lt;br /&gt;i need Botak's number :D&lt;br /&gt;and Susu;s :D &lt;br /&gt;omg. i really need it :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why u stupid pemalas doctor.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102996753071178145-1324729765686946789?l=aziejoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1324729765686946789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-thinking-of-new-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/1324729765686946789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102996753071178145/posts/default/1324729765686946789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aziejoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-thinking-of-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Azizah Bt Johari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14978793900920756294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/SJVWBkIpMMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6jawrBZCv5U/S220/P7260046.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Sct-__aLIOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uaBxUSMfkN8/s72-c/3004714657_6ca05dd80b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102996753071178145.post-4391362993246859796</id><published>2009-03-25T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:04:54.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Scoq9oqo3zI/AAAAAAAAAVY/65O3bzUW2MY/s1600-h/DSC00867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Scoq9oqo3zI/AAAAAAAAAVY/65O3bzUW2MY/s320/DSC00867.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317109548440936242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Scoq9JRqbJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ja3MnHC8x4s/s1600-h/DSC01519+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/Scoq9JRqbJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ja3MnHC8x4s/s320/DSC01519+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317109540014681234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a bestfriend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them . but bcos of some stupid things &lt;br /&gt;i did,and they did. we're no longer in a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;but im not regretin it. cause i realize that they are&lt;br /&gt;nothing but an ass in my world. they gave me problems&lt;br /&gt;instead of happiness . once i thought they are the &lt;br /&gt;coolest person that ive ever met.but days passed by&lt;br /&gt;and i realize that they're nothing but pis of shit,&lt;br /&gt;they ruin my life like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so naive to realize they were obviously using me&lt;br /&gt;for their own goodness. i was just a little girl,indeed.&lt;br /&gt;and i was looking high on her that i would do anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; for her to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end. she would just choose him the one that&lt;br /&gt;hurts him most of the time,who is obviously using her.&lt;br /&gt;so there was me CHEERING her UP,TELLING HER to forget&lt;br /&gt;the GUY. leave HIM. Dont Go see him. BUT what i get??&lt;br /&gt;she called him. asked him to go out with her. telling&lt;br /&gt;him that she loves him so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was to Good and forgive her for troubling me&lt;br /&gt;so much and to take my PRECIOUS TIME for listening&lt;br /&gt;to her CRAPS and bullshits. why am i so stupid ?&lt;br /&gt;i trusted her and i loved her and how can i ever think&lt;br /&gt;that she would leave her boyfriend for friends.&lt;br /&gt;she is just the same like "OUR" other friends who&lt;br /&gt;would ditched friends for boyfriends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i wont be the same.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM MISSING PLKN SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM MISSING MY FRIENDS BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was once live a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;not to think about things.&lt;br /&gt;i was being an Ass and social bitch.&lt;br /&gt;it was FUN but the consequences i get&lt;br /&gt;wasnt fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpEMwkmQbI/AAAAAAAAAV4/p_qva5eLWbI/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpEMwkmQbI/AAAAAAAAAV4/p_qva5eLWbI/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317137296051814834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpEM-EskaI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RpBChnBAmwM/s1600-h/nani,abdu,osam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpEM-EskaI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RpBChnBAmwM/s320/nani,abdu,osam.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317137299676107170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpEMiZjrWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fnZZnjL5vK0/s1600-h/PB040036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpEMiZjrWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fnZZnjL5vK0/s320/PB040036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317137292247412066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpEMfe4t-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/rg1mEE0JVyo/s1600-h/DSC00339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpEMfe4t-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/rg1mEE0JVyo/s320/DSC00339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317137291464456162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpHgOHWgiI/AAAAAAAAAWY/IjcVSogHC0U/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpHgOHWgiI/AAAAAAAAAWY/IjcVSogHC0U/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317140928934609442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpHgFmsTjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lYEt2mpMCz4/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpHgFmsTjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lYEt2mpMCz4/s320/Image045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317140926650142258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpHf2tNrlI/AAAAAAAAAWI/cNe-YSOqCpA/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpHf2tNrlI/AAAAAAAAAWI/cNe-YSOqCpA/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317140922650963538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpIAbBELmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6qL3goosYeY/s1600-h/V.a+kch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpIAbBELmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6qL3goosYeY/s320/V.a+kch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317141482153717346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpIARisYRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/KXB5NWuIumQ/s1600-h/nisaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpIARisYRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/KXB5NWuIumQ/s320/nisaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317141479610409234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpIALXxdXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/8nXQw2C-LNg/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpIALXxdXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/8nXQw2C-LNg/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317141477953992050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpH_9goxWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5BAFRJg9zCE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpH_9goxWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5BAFRJg9zCE/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317141474233075042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ONPfWMgyWbQ/ScpH_2bhCpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VlcfcIMvFWI/s1600-h/100_5908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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