<?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-12183780</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:12:11.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have faith, Restart</title><subtitle type='html'>No matter how hard life seems, have faith and don't stop believing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-7070145842293976294</id><published>2010-01-06T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:03:45.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Got Married!</title><content type='html'>My first day at work. Looking forward for OJT.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, yes! We Got Married!!! It's a South Korean reality show. Celebrities got 'married' and live together as a newlywed. A really enjoyable show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the show because of Hyunjoong was in it. Just like when I watched BOF, Hyunjoong was the real reason however I became Junpyo and Jandi supporter. Hee.. Same goes with We Got Married, I grew fond of AnSol/AnBi couple. Forgive me Hyunjoong, don't get me wrong, I still like the Lettuce couple =)  But Andy and Solbi were so sweet in their own way. I like both of them. Andy and Solbi, I wish they would date for real! Really! The part where they exchanged their couple rings over the eels cooked by Solbi, Omo! Omo! Omo! that's one of my favorite parts. And the last episode too, the farewell mission. They actually cried. T_T I wish they could've stayed longer on the show. I want to see more of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-7070145842293976294?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7070145842293976294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=7070145842293976294&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7070145842293976294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7070145842293976294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-got-married.html' title='We Got Married!'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6270599684704291769</id><published>2010-01-02T13:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:35:30.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Something bothers me about this job.&lt;br /&gt;- Far from my home although it's only a 30-minutes drive.&lt;br /&gt;- uggh expensive toll.. fine, I'll apply for PlusMiles TnG card so I can get 5% rebate for the following month.&lt;br /&gt;- Irregular working hours, the airport operates 24-hour on rotating clock, non-stop. My biological clock could turn 180-degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have this weird feeling, like something is going to happen. And I don't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe it's just a hunch. Maybe I'm in denial state, trying to find excuses because I still can't believe I have to go to work this Wednesday and the fact that I have to be a real adult too soon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aih, mau rileks-rileks lagii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6270599684704291769?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6270599684704291769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6270599684704291769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6270599684704291769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6270599684704291769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-4854891959624286609</id><published>2009-12-30T15:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:08:55.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay! i guess.</title><content type='html'>I have a job =) yabedabedu!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt; Not just any job, a job in the field that I &lt;del&gt;desire&lt;/del&gt; need most. Kyaaa..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will start on Jan 6. Meaning that, few more days before the working life take over me. Actually, I have two job offers. One from IBM and the latter, an airport service company based in KLIA. I turned down the first one. Yep, it's crazy right, to turn down a job offer with IBM, one of the best companies to work for in the country. The latter tops the list because I want the exposure to the air transport industry as I intend to do my postgraduate studies in MSc Air Transport Management later on. The pay isn't that much compared to the amount IBM offered me. But the job scope is relevant to the courses in the postgraduate programme so the experience in this field will be a huge benefit for me. Fyi, I'm in Flight Op department. If I have no intention to further my studies, I'd probably choose IBM, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-4854891959624286609?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4854891959624286609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=4854891959624286609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4854891959624286609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4854891959624286609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay-i-guess.html' title='yay! i guess.'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-5457327279013849598</id><published>2009-12-23T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:43:03.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 on 23rd</title><content type='html'>Life at 22 was like a roller-coaster ride, full of excitement and dramatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-5457327279013849598?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5457327279013849598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=5457327279013849598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5457327279013849598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5457327279013849598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/23-on-23rd.html' title='23 on 23rd'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2561492316781391801</id><published>2009-12-07T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:02:38.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesn't matter, really.</title><content type='html'>No matter how much I crave for that certain thing.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I beg and cry.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I yearn for it to be.&lt;br /&gt;IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2561492316781391801?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2561492316781391801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2561492316781391801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2561492316781391801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2561492316781391801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-matter-how-much-i-crave-for-that.html' title='it doesn&apos;t matter, really.'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6172633738029860317</id><published>2009-12-05T20:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:20:25.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopelessly Hoping</title><content type='html'>Why do we always want what we can't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible. Unattainable. Hopeless. Unachievable.&lt;br /&gt;These words exist for people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wish and hope for is so ridiculously unattainable! Impossible enough that I think I could just be in full despair for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams. Hopes and wishes -- I don't want to just dream, I want to make it real. I want it to happen the way I imagined it to be. The way I see it now, there is NO way it could happen anytime soon, heck not even in a million year. See, these dreams I have only happens in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's irritating knowing that those things that I want are there but.. out of my my reach. I can see it, I can feel it, I can almost touch it. Like a dream, it vanishes abruptly when reality hits me. Them, you, us and me -- a way way looooongggg distance apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6172633738029860317?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6172633738029860317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6172633738029860317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6172633738029860317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6172633738029860317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopelessly-hoping.html' title='Hopelessly Hoping'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6480955438864816874</id><published>2009-12-02T23:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:42:46.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the heart seemed to do it somehow</title><content type='html'>Now listening to The Heart Seemed To Do It Somehow by A&amp;amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just finished another re-run of BOF. I think I like that drama a lot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot&lt;/span&gt;. The storyline is so predictable, when hatred turn into love bla bla bla... a typical lame love story. However, I can’t seem to explain how or why but I could put any episode of BOF on repeat and never get bored. The part where Jan Di left Jun Pyo at the bus stop my eyes will turn teary every time I watch it. Actually, my main reason of watching the drama was because of Hyunjoong, surprisingly I accidentally developed interest towards Lee Min Ho and Kim Bum. Aigo, they’re SO good looking! I dislike Jun Pyo’s curly hair but Min Ho’s hairstyle, two thumbs up! *drools* aahh Min Ho..&lt;br /&gt;I remembered G-ta told me that her friend was in the same restaurant as Min Ho when he came to Malaysia two months ago. Come to think of it………&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *screams* Oh I wish I was there too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, let say Lee Min Ho, Kim Heechul, Lee Sungmin, Kim Bum, Park Jungmin and Kim Hyunjoong are Malays. Will I still like them this much? Going ga-ga over them? Honestly, N-O-P-E!! No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit by hallyu wave, I enjoy every second of it. Thanks to G-ta who introduced me to SJ and kpop-related stuff. However, there are some who didn’t really favor my new interest. I’m not asking for their approval or anything. But couldn’t they just at least be happy for me after everything I’ve gone through? Instead, they keep.. ugghh no need to go further about this. I was living my life miserably for the past eleven months - it was exhausting. I'm glad I found my saviors; Heenim, all SJ members, double S, Min Ho and Kim Bum. My wound actually healed which is an absolute surprise, even to me. I moved on and I never felt this good. That chunk of life, I threw it all away. It may seems illogical to turn to the people who I don't even know, who don't even speak the same language as me.. but it feels so right. The heart seemed to do it somehow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih, I think my writing in English is getting worse. Please mind the grammatical error. Will ask Hanis to check this entry soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch Band of Brothers and BOF's Haptic Mission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6480955438864816874?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6480955438864816874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6480955438864816874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6480955438864816874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6480955438864816874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-seemed-to-do-it-somehow.html' title='the heart seemed to do it somehow'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2281168069398497425</id><published>2009-11-18T11:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:47:04.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Jema</title><content type='html'>Apology for the lapse of blogging. Jema tagged me few weeks ago - phew, a reason to keep this blog alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your music player on shuffle. Press forward for each question. Use the song title as the answer to the question. Post on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;One Minute One Second, Epik High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;br /&gt;Fan, Epik High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I get married?&lt;br /&gt;Molla-ing, May Doni feat 2AM &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t know, haha because marriage is last thing on my mind right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my best friends theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Michyeo, Lee Jung Hyun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Act Like Nothing, Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;Again, Yui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Stand By U, DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about me?&lt;br /&gt;Chobyeol, Kim Heechul &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heechul-shi!!!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is today going to be?&lt;br /&gt;Cling, FT Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Can You Keep A Secret, Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes my parents?&lt;br /&gt;Timeless, Zhang Li Yin feat Xiah Junsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Say Goodbye, EVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;Summertime, NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Haru Haru, Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Big Bang IRIS ost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Love, f(x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Disco Drive, Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;Let's Not, Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Heartquake, Super Junior KRY feat U-know and Micky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;Reset, Super Junior &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aih, if only life can be reset over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Haengbok, Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is some good advice?&lt;br /&gt;Love Disease, Super Junior. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better stay away from love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;br /&gt;A Man In Love, Super Junior. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do love their dance choreography for this song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Don, Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;Gee (rock version), Nemesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of men/women do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Cotton Candy, Nemesis T&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he candy(ies) to my eyes! Bwahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you think of this meme?&lt;br /&gt;Rose de Versailles, Nemesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been hit by hallyu wave. Real hard. Obviously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2281168069398497425?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2281168069398497425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2281168069398497425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2281168069398497425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2281168069398497425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/tagged-by-jema.html' title='Tagged by Jema'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-5038737215857857882</id><published>2009-10-20T10:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:45:29.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>It's funny how life can take new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-253d8195525189bc" 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" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D253d8195525189bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331603518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CF4872513A498C89C36BD50E79F5A92483D52EF.2C99ACD4AB8AEB3B37D4B22C9553E6BDEE6ABC36%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D253d8195525189bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De02vTUADb2fotd3PRhEm5xeRV8I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D253d8195525189bc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331603518%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CF4872513A498C89C36BD50E79F5A92483D52EF.2C99ACD4AB8AEB3B37D4B22C9553E6BDEE6ABC36%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D253d8195525189bc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3De02vTUADb2fotd3PRhEm5xeRV8I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;credits: &lt;span&gt;sj bestiz and conneeezyx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I'm weary, you give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;And you're often by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;And because there's you, that's why I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;This is for you.&lt;br /&gt;The day that the tears come flowing down again,&lt;br /&gt;before it dries up, you hold my hand in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, you watch over me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;You must have had a harder time than I did,&lt;br /&gt;you must have worried more than I did.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you I'm able to stand again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I want to give you.&lt;br /&gt;But in reality it's not possible, it's difficult.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, take my hand.&lt;br /&gt;If we are together I feel like anything can be done, forever.&lt;br /&gt;The day that the tears come flowing down again,&lt;br /&gt;before it dries up, you hold my hand in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Without a word, you watch over me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I won't have a hard time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Even if times get rough, I always have you.&lt;br /&gt;I do not have to say anything and you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Because there's someone like you here, I'm very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kangin, 110% support for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-5038737215857857882?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5038737215857857882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=5038737215857857882&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5038737215857857882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5038737215857857882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-4289911815736639742</id><published>2009-09-16T10:05:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:02:33.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switching off the reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Few days to Eid, which is supposed to be a celebration to all Muslims. Family and friends gather together, going to open houses etc. Yet, I'm not in the mood for any festive activity. It's not that things aren't going too well for me. But because I know people will be asking what's up with me. And I can give answers which are either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Honest. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I sleep, I eat and I spend most of my time going ga-ga about Suju.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Polite. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, I'm waiting for the best opportunity to come around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rude. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh great! Just great! My future's going nowhere and you're dissing me now?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lying would be an option&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Err, I'm working from home. Home-office, yeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I'll quickly change the topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Truthfully for this coming Eid, I'd rather stay home, sit in front of my laptop and drool everytime I see Heenim. Good Lord, I wish I could switch off the reality for the whole week. If only life is as easy as turning on and turning off the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I should put signs like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;No Trespassing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Trespassers will be Prosecuted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;House for Sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; Restricted Area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait a sec. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the positive side of Eid, since I have no fixed income, I &lt;span&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; still eligible to receive duit raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Right? right? $.$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-4289911815736639742?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4289911815736639742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=4289911815736639742&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4289911815736639742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4289911815736639742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/switching-off-reality.html' title='Switching off the reality'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-3676559189192279022</id><published>2009-08-28T21:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:34:14.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U</title><content type='html'>It's been a year. I was emotionally bleeding. I used to feel so weak. And these couple of days, I have never felt this good!!! My heart is fluttering and my whole being feels like dancing. It's like, there's a music somewhere in my mind with fast tempo that actually revs me up. I feel like a long lost planet that is finally orbiting the right star. When my life is unbearably tough and lonely, I found a glimpse of heaven that has the capability to suck up the divine silence of my misery. My mental exhaustion has evaporated and puff! I am miraculously invigorated. All my thoughts seem to settle on the breeze. Now, I look forward to each day filled with new hopes.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'd rather be walking in the air than bound to earth and be in pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-3676559189192279022?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3676559189192279022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=3676559189192279022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3676559189192279022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3676559189192279022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-endorphins.html' title='U'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-4118730530529201497</id><published>2009-08-15T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:46:02.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You used to shine so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I watched all of it fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You're Not Sorry, Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-4118730530529201497?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4118730530529201497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=4118730530529201497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4118730530529201497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4118730530529201497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-used-to-shine-so-bright-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-3316310057978265611</id><published>2009-08-03T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:27:54.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know whenever I'm in Shah Alam, I tend to blog more. Just because I have nothing better to do here. Abah was so reluctant to install Astro to this very home *sob sob*. I been buttering him up but he gave all these rationale excuses and lectures too. Thankfully I have Celcom broadband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-kay. I went to UiTM this morning. Aini asked for my help regarding her official transcript thingy, besides there's a convocation form that I need to fill in. Everything seems so different now. I felt like a stranger to the campus that I gave my 'heart and soul' (iyaa, UiTM dihatiku!) to for two years. It's like, I am first year student who just registered yesterday. That bad, you know. You see, I was lost in that very campus. Arggh! I was driving around the campus for three times to find a parking space. There are also changes of directions in the campus area. And students have to park their cars at Padang Kawad and take shuttle bus to their faculties. I recognized the system very well. That's the park-and-ride system. The system really works after all. I mean, no more congestion around Menara and Business Faculty, everything is under control. I remember how bad it was, the double park and everything. No more eye-sore. The campus has never been this peaceful. I bet my lecturers are behind this system, kudos to them! hehe. Anyway. Back then, finding a parking space was like finding a needle in the haystack. It was horrible. I actually missed few classes just because I couldn't find one. There were times that I wish I took the bus instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigod. I think I miss my campus life in Shah Alam more than ever! I know I used to feel like so isolated being here since I came from a branch campus, haha Kampus Machang pulak tu. Students who are from branch campuses would find it abit difficult to cope with the culture. Everyone mind their own business in Shah Alam. Two years ago, I was so depressed with the campus environment. Buildings everywhere. Faculties here and there. Pening tau. Pejabat Bendahari ada six of them if I'm not mistaken, scattered all over the campus. At one point, I even thought of giving up my degree. Being there was emotionally draining. As time goes by, I learnt and I blended in. Friends and classmates were very supportive. They really gave me that extra shove to get me to realize the main purpose of me being there. Honestly, I think I prefer main campus compared to branch campus.  You really learn how to stand on your own feet, be independent, that kind of thing, yeno? Eh, since Ramadhan is around the corner, I'll totally miss Section 7's Bazar Ramadhan, my everyday buka puasa menu would be the crispy murtabak popia. Alahai *drools*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awright geeezzaa. I have to pack up my stuff. Flying off to my hometown tonight. It's really hard to have two places you called home, and two rooms as well. Oh and I have to leave my Baby too T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-3316310057978265611?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3316310057978265611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=3316310057978265611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3316310057978265611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3316310057978265611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-whenever-im-in-shah-alam-i-tend.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-7085228966621818866</id><published>2009-08-02T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:32:13.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My food-tasting list keeps getting longer and longer. I need to check out these food factories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Otak-otak Place, Tropicana City Mall&lt;br /&gt;2. Tenji Japanese Buffer at Solaris&lt;br /&gt;3. Pho Hoa, The Curve&lt;br /&gt;4. Bonjuk, a Korean porridge place at Desa Sri Hartamas. My stomach been calling for some Korean cuisine since I got Suju's fever. Hyuk-hyuk. G-ta, I blame you for the infection!&lt;br /&gt;5. Pasta Zanmai.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ayam Penyet at Sunway Mentari. It's an Indonesian restaurant, there's a similar restaurant at The Curve called Waroeng Penyet. I love its soda gembira.&lt;br /&gt;7. Thai Express, The Curve&lt;br /&gt;8. Bondi Beach Grill and Bar, next to Bubba Gump Shrimp and Co.  at The Curve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interest in food is outrageous. The list is going nowhere as I am unemployed (by choice) and my financial status is a total nightmare. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I just found out there's a Koreantown somewhere in Ampang =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-7085228966621818866?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7085228966621818866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=7085228966621818866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7085228966621818866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7085228966621818866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-food-tasting-list-keeps-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-983316952059089673</id><published>2009-07-31T19:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:38:00.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't stay here any longer. I been purchasing some things (a lot of things actually) without guilt. This is very dangerous. I am jobless, with a shrinking bank account. I blame it on Megasale. I have only been here for three days. Good lord, I could actually hear the shoes on the rack calling my name, and said things like.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Buy me!&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm pretty.. Buy me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look good on you.. Have me! Buy me!&lt;/span&gt; Oh dear. The shoes can talk after all. Flats, I bought two pairs of them. I don't even know why I even need it. I already have three pairs of flats and I hardly wear them.  I should have bought something else, like flip flops.. which reminds me that lovely, rubbery soft flip flops at Banana Peel. Or a black pumps for my convocation, I saw one that caught my eyes at Clarks, but haha, no way I could afford it right now, hence I need job! And, Zara's having their final clearance! Oh oh.. and Topshop 50%-70%! You have no idea how these affect the levels of estrogen! I need to find a rainbow with a pot of gold at the end of it. Now, pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh the food! Food that I missed very much. Been eating non-stop. Uggh. There goes my diet. Hope the pants will still fit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-983316952059089673?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/983316952059089673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=983316952059089673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/983316952059089673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/983316952059089673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-stay-any-longer-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-8316796916472212649</id><published>2009-07-30T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:12:29.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I'm Stupid by SS501&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there is no me in your day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;probably not even in your memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'm looking at only you as my tears continue to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there is no me in your day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;probably not even in your memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'm looking at only you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;making memories by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel exactly like this, few weeks ago this would be the soundtrack of my personal life. However, it's different now. I have became more of Daughtry's Over You song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-8316796916472212649?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8316796916472212649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=8316796916472212649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8316796916472212649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8316796916472212649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-im-stupid-by-ss501-because-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6990094206845115071</id><published>2009-07-28T08:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:32:35.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is a once-in-a-lifetime experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see a 747 stripped off to bare for D check at MAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6990094206845115071?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6990094206845115071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6990094206845115071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6990094206845115071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6990094206845115071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-is-once-in-lifetime-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-1374814778040847803</id><published>2009-07-26T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:15:54.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend had been wonderful with my A-listers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : BBQ &amp;amp; SLEEPOVER&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : a SWIM day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun! Let's do this again =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-1374814778040847803?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1374814778040847803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=1374814778040847803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1374814778040847803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1374814778040847803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-had-been-wonderful-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-4029447083051290463</id><published>2009-07-23T23:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:15:12.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye to yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Relieved. It's like the heavy burden I'm caryying all this while is off my shoulder and I feel lighter. I mean, I almost feel nothing. This is good, ain't it? Of course, I'm abit sad. But I am actually okay with that. Lesson learned. Notes taken. Maybe I'm just tired of playing this game, or more likely, bored with the game. I used to think it's holding on that makes me strong, but sometimes it's just letting go. I was holding on for too long, now I'm letting it all go. Besides, there's no use to chase that very last train when you know it's already too late, right? Who knows the next train might just offers you much better seats complete with on-board entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-4029447083051290463?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4029447083051290463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=4029447083051290463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4029447083051290463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4029447083051290463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/saying-goodbye-to-yesterday.html' title='Saying goodbye to yesterday.'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-5419086603460717837</id><published>2009-07-22T20:11:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:26:38.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like holding a handful of water, a handful of sand. It keeps slipping through my fingers. It's impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-5419086603460717837?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5419086603460717837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=5419086603460717837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5419086603460717837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5419086603460717837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-like-traveling-especially-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-4825621978536845105</id><published>2009-07-17T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:01:50.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love love love love love love this movie. The movie actually brought me to tears, I was so touched. I could watch My Sassy Girl over and over again. A DVD purchase is a must! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SmBzUPAi7hI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RnR8wzdlk9o/s1600-h/my-sassy-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359410348034289170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SmBzUPAi7hI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RnR8wzdlk9o/s200/my-sassy-girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's meant to be is meant to be, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-4825621978536845105?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4825621978536845105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=4825621978536845105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4825621978536845105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4825621978536845105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-love-love-love-love-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SmBzUPAi7hI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RnR8wzdlk9o/s72-c/my-sassy-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-4861982159256036366</id><published>2009-06-27T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:23:24.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope I can put a &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; to this complex situation. My goals mean everything to me. My career, my life, my family, my friends. I am torn between people that I love very much (my family and friends) and my future. I'm scared of what's ahead of me. What if I can't handle living alone? What if something bad happens and there's nobody right next to me (physically) to comfort me? What if I can't survive? What if something goes wrong somewhere? What if? What if? What if? As much as I desperately wanting to leave, I don't know if I really should. I know I can get homesick so easily, heck, during my diploma years back in UiTM Machang I cried almost every night for the first few weeks because I missed my family too much and I was living like 30km from home, and I went home every weekend. Cry baby, that's me. I know I am so fragile and so vulnerable, one messed up situation could just break me. Somehow, I tried to, kinda smooth talk my own self, to be strong. Deep within me, I know I can do this. Now I pray to the Higher Power, the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 1 1/2 year ago, I made one of the stupidest mistakes ever. Wish I could turn back and did not even do it in the first place, it's haunting me now. I let myself fell. It's stupid, really. Huu..~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-4861982159256036366?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4861982159256036366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=4861982159256036366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4861982159256036366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4861982159256036366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/hope-i-can-put-stop-to-this-complex.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-7545875121034501382</id><published>2009-06-26T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:35:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This tounge twister might be a bit old to some. But for who haven't heard of this, you might enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Seuss' lost tounge twister, see if you can do this:&lt;br /&gt;This is this cat&lt;br /&gt;This is is cat&lt;br /&gt;This is how cat&lt;br /&gt;This is to cat&lt;br /&gt;This is keep cat&lt;br /&gt;This is a cat&lt;br /&gt;This is dumbass cat&lt;br /&gt;This is busy cat&lt;br /&gt;This is for cat&lt;br /&gt;This is forty cat&lt;br /&gt;This is seconds cat.&lt;br /&gt;Now go back and read the THIRD word in each line from the top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-7545875121034501382?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7545875121034501382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=7545875121034501382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7545875121034501382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7545875121034501382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-tounge-twister-might-bit-old-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6430739103704447986</id><published>2009-06-26T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:52:50.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things get more complicated and even weirder. My mind and my heart did not have good communication with each other. The Mind is being so arrogant. Whilst the Heart pretends to be retardedly mute. Here's the thing, this oh-so-complex situation is just very simple and basic. But I tend to read too much between the lines. It's just plain confusing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note. Hah. I just found out my parents are going to trade in my precious 'Baby' MyVi with a new Honda Jazz for my little sister if I'm ever going to do my master's degree. My little sister is going to gain all the benefits from the whole situation. Huh. Seventeen and a Honda Jazz. So unfair!! You spoiled little brat! No pun intended eh sis, I still love you though!! It's just that when I was seventeen, I didn't even have a car, so it's normal to feel abit jealous with her privilege being the youngest in the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6430739103704447986?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6430739103704447986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6430739103704447986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6430739103704447986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6430739103704447986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-get-more-complicated-and-even_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-8112982814835516236</id><published>2009-06-23T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:42:27.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin ku kejar, semakin kau jauh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak pernah letih tuk dapatkanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terus berlari namun &lt;strong&gt;ku takut terjatuh lagi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak ingin lagi.. membuat ku perih..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadarkan aku.. dari mimpiku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Five Minutes&lt;br /&gt;Semakin Ku Kejar Semakin Kau Jauh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-8112982814835516236?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8112982814835516236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=8112982814835516236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8112982814835516236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8112982814835516236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/semakin-ku-kejar-semakin-kau-jauh-tak.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6965848005261552870</id><published>2009-06-19T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:56:18.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My condition is getting worse than ever. I just want to leave asap. At the same time, I don't want to lose this so-called second chance. These clutters in my head are driving me crazy! My heart says stay. But rationally, I have to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6965848005261552870?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6965848005261552870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6965848005261552870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6965848005261552870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6965848005261552870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-condition-is-getting-worse-than-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-5650160475697326387</id><published>2009-06-15T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:54:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It comes and go.&lt;br /&gt;Brings happiness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to feel right now. Honestly, I don't know. I don't hate what I feel. I don't want to feel what I feel. I don't know. I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-5650160475697326387?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5650160475697326387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=5650160475697326387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5650160475697326387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5650160475697326387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/butterflies-in-my-stomach.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-1443550716600138544</id><published>2009-06-11T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:16:38.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miracles do happen. Alhamdulillah. I'm going to UiTM to get my mini transcript tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Let's go to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://heyazra.livejournal.com/"&gt;Cape Dream&lt;/a&gt;, where I shall be writing only about my journey in reaching my dream. Each step I take. The struggles. Ups and downs. Hard times. Everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-1443550716600138544?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1443550716600138544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=1443550716600138544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1443550716600138544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1443550716600138544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/miracles-do-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-1261008001105849185</id><published>2009-06-11T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:29:34.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh. UiTM. For once, I wish they would release the examination result like NOW. I even thought of busting down the faculty's office door and demand for the result. To make it more dramatic, I'll put some MCR songs on the stereo for background music. Bwahaha! Yeah, even Abah was eager to know the result. He woke me up at 7.30 to ask about it and another phone call at 12. Whoa. For first time in my entire education years, I can't wait to check my result. Haha. But really I need the result the soonest possible so I can proceed with my another option for my future! What option?! A backup plan. Plan D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-1261008001105849185?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1261008001105849185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=1261008001105849185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1261008001105849185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1261008001105849185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6564428945179963366</id><published>2009-06-09T22:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:30:45.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uhm. You know what I hate about myself most? I tend to confuse so easily, yeah, even on simplest things. Especially that. Impaired of making decision. This one or that one. Which one. I'm being in state of confusing situation. Huge, stonking confusion! However on certain things and under exceptional considerable circumstances, I don't. When I don't, I mean it, I don't. Most times I confuse alot. I am easily torn in between. Like now, I'm unable to make final decision. Stay with Umi?. Or. Stay with Abah. Uggh. This is so hard. This is like forcing me to choose between a Chloe bag and a Fossil watch, with loaded revolver poked to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities done today: 1) Baby's regular check-up at Perodua. 2) A movie 'Night at the Museum 2' with two friends. Hurm. What else. Hurm. That's pretty much all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6564428945179963366?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6564428945179963366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6564428945179963366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6564428945179963366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6564428945179963366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-most-important-people-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-8930248504465150201</id><published>2009-06-07T21:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:33:38.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things aren't going well these couple of days. My feelings right now are, which I can describe; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monsoon in summer days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A movie that had been paused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charlie Chaplin's movie. Mute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hitting the lowest note on the piano for the longest time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A clock that stopped ticking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh well. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are no shortcuts to any place worth going. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's just pray for a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Despite another sappy chapter of my life story. I've been spending my days with the people that I love very much. And I got to take my mind off of the things that are bothering me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and and.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday. What a DAY!! Found one of the aircraft models that I've been dying to get my hands on. Brand spanking new MASkargo B 747-400 added to my little collection of aircraft models.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SivGkMgip0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/sf_J249Awzo/s1600-h/DSC04483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344583707940529986" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SivGkMgip0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/sf_J249Awzo/s200/DSC04483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SivGkF6f_1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/74s-fHZNefM/s1600-h/DSC04482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344583706170359634" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SivGkF6f_1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/74s-fHZNefM/s200/DSC04482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AWESOME. Ain't it? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/Sivb4Kbo_MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BYQ6XGfvwXM/s1600-h/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344607140724669634" style="width: 20px; height: 20px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/Sivb4Kbo_MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BYQ6XGfvwXM/s200/happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps. yippie,  new swimwear hunt tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-8930248504465150201?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8930248504465150201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=8930248504465150201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8930248504465150201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8930248504465150201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SivGkMgip0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/sf_J249Awzo/s72-c/DSC04483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2518254342157928937</id><published>2009-06-05T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:51:59.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's too painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2518254342157928937?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2518254342157928937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2518254342157928937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2518254342157928937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2518254342157928937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/crushed.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-599534527943104258</id><published>2009-05-23T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:47:36.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, I really really can't get this bloody song out of my mind. I like Adam's version better than Kris'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seconds hours so many days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what you want but how long can you wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every moment last forever if you feel you've lost your way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if your chances are already gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Started believing that I could be wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you give me one good reason to fight and never walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coz here I am — still holding on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but personally, I would love to see Adam Lambert and my #1 favorite band, My Chemical Romance perform together, like a collaboration or something. I bet that'll be a very interesting both music and vocals combination. Adam's ability to hit high octaves, combined with Gerard's unique and expressive vocal.. that'd be incredibly amazing to hear and to watch as well. &lt;em&gt;Yeah, I know, who am I to give such opinion, but anyway that's just me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-599534527943104258?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/599534527943104258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=599534527943104258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/599534527943104258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/599534527943104258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/honestly-i-really-really-cant-get-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-5062643847008834166</id><published>2009-05-23T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:45:54.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Boundaries&lt;/strong&gt;. Definitely a great song. Remarkable lyric. Melody, just amazing. I actually watch every rerun of American Idol.  I wish Adam had won. Because after watching Adam's performance with KISS, I was blown away. Deep down inside me, I adore Adam (&lt;em&gt;I like Adam's smile alot!) &lt;/em&gt;Don't get me wrong, I like Kris as much as Adam. Kris did great too. His Heartless performance took my breath away. He's a very talented singer. Both of them were already winners the day they performed that 3 songs, perhaps it should have been American Idols. Regardless, whoever won yesterday, they're both getting records deals. Danny will probably get record deal as well, so no worries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-5062643847008834166?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5062643847008834166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=5062643847008834166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5062643847008834166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5062643847008834166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-song-stuck-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-285683896600814694</id><published>2009-05-21T13:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:35:05.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earworm.</title><content type='html'>I now have Teardrops on My Guitar constantly playing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He says he's so in love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's finally got it right, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drew walks by me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can he tell that I can't breathe? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there he goes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So perfectly, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She'd better hold him tight, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give him all her love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And know she's lucky cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Teardrops on My Guitar, Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-285683896600814694?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/285683896600814694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=285683896600814694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/285683896600814694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/285683896600814694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/earworm.html' title='Earworm.'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-7567656262918133725</id><published>2009-05-15T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:40:51.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's a bit hectic. I went to Career Fair at PWTC with my friends. I was reluctant to go there. I went there only for the sake of my parents. They insisted me to check out the fair (yep, Insisted; they sms-es, calls like fifty times.. just to remind me about it *sigh*). Parents will always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;act&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like parents. &lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I still love them to bits anyway. &lt;/em&gt;Back to the career fair topic, I found nothing, nada, nein that got my attention. Okay, maybe this one particular company, yes it has something to do with air transport industry, unfortunately due to unknown reason the booth for the company was closed for today's event. The rest, you guessed it.. none seemed to dazzle me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;F&amp;amp;B industry, Not me. &lt;em&gt;Makan boleh tapi keje dalam industri tu tak minat la. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Retailing, Not me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Biotechnology, &lt;em&gt;I suck at Biology&lt;/em&gt;.. so definitely Not me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Insurance, hah again Not me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sales, I'm not a people person - talking or should I say harrassing strangers.. SOoo not me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I ended up depositing only a few of my resume. Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The truth is, &lt;em&gt;jiwa aku kacau..&lt;/em&gt; I am torn in between. Plan A, Plan B and/or Plan C. I hope I'll get the result anytime soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as tears roll down her face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(waiting, miserably)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr Time, go abit faster than usual boleh tak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-7567656262918133725?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7567656262918133725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=7567656262918133725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7567656262918133725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7567656262918133725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-tears-roll-down-her-face-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-1506728290660616636</id><published>2009-05-14T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:32:35.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreamin' but&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin'&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm takin'&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shakin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep tryin'&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facin'&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm takin'&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down but&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not breakin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember most, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep goin' and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushin' on 'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on movin'&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbin'&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of Miley. But this song touched me. I like how it means that nothing is worth having unless you have to fight for it. It's not really about achieving the dreams but the experiences, the obstacles, the struggles, every drop of tears, lessons you learn along the way. It'll make you appreciate it more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-1506728290660616636?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1506728290660616636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=1506728290660616636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1506728290660616636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1506728290660616636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/climb-i-can-almost-see-it-that-dream-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-8282062645981863568</id><published>2009-05-13T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:34:44.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm worried. A lot of things are going through my mind. I can't sleep well. I am not my most lucid. I can't think straight. I think about that particular thing a lot. I can't seem to get it off of my mind. I eat, I drive, I read; all I can think is about that thing! I'm scared of all the possibilities. I mean, what if.. what if.. Oh my, I don't even have the guts to say it. I hope I didn't have to go for Plan B and Plan C. I wish I could just stick to Plan A only. Yep, PLAN A ONLY! PLAN A ONLY! &lt;em&gt;Yep, I purposely mentioned that twice. &lt;/em&gt;PLAN A ONLY! &lt;em&gt;again, for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-8282062645981863568?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8282062645981863568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=8282062645981863568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8282062645981863568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8282062645981863568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-3698645621243363789</id><published>2009-05-10T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:29:31.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dub &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dab&lt;/span&gt; Dub &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dab&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hati berdebar.&lt;/span&gt; I've never wanted something this much in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Setiap hari bukak emel dengan penuh harapan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No new message(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sedih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get the result of my application within this month. (The earliest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep on praying. Pray. And Pray. Pray again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harap-harap terbukak hati orang-orangan di Cranfield's SoE untuk menerima aku yang tak seberapa ini tetapi penuh dengan impian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-3698645621243363789?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3698645621243363789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=3698645621243363789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3698645621243363789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3698645621243363789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/dub-dab-dub-dab.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-7269060462421312864</id><published>2009-05-06T20:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:25:41.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When talking about luck, I'm not that lucky. Of course, I'm blessed with family, friends and good health - I am thankful of that. Yet, I don't normally get things I want that easily. I have to go through frustration and suffering before I can actually hold the things that I want in my hand. Some people are just born lucky, yep. They get whatever they want that easily without any struggle, heck some of them don't even ask for it, they just kind of, got it. Some people are lucky enough to have brilliant brain - they get straight As with no struggle. Some people are lucky to be born in fancy lifestyle with money and all those bling-bling. Some people are lucky to have all their wishes come true in a blink of their eyes. Some people are lucky to have their dream jobs. Some people are just lucky to have someone they love, to love them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the brain that works really well, I need to work hard to get good result. I don't live in the lifestyle of rich and famous, though I do wear ZARA and Topshop, I had to save every cent of my allowance to buy them. My wishes didn't come true that easily, I had to go through frustration, sufferings and tears rolling down my face before they come true. My dream job, more like the company that I'm dying to work with, I think I do need a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cable&lt;/span&gt;, huge ones. And my love life, pfftt, let's not even talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have Umi, Abah and Hanis in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have close friends who are there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have good health.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be blessed with all the things that I have right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-7269060462421312864?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7269060462421312864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=7269060462421312864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7269060462421312864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7269060462421312864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-talking-about-luck-im-not-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-8270443460124104024</id><published>2009-05-01T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:10:05.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;G-ta tagged me couple of weeks ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Let's start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekolah mana lagi best? Menengah or rendah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Dato' Ahmad Maher. Definitely!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apakah makanan kat kantin korang yang korang takleh lupa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sizzling noodle, keuy teow kungfu dan burger yang takda roti tu.. complete dgn mayonis.. yum - these were the meals we all makan if stayback either ada extra class ataupun ada violin's practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subjek yang korang suka dan benci. Kenapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yang suka ada 2 subjek: English ( walaupun up until now tak faham grammar tapi still suka subjek English) and Music (bilik muzik ada aircond.. and it was a stress-free subject) .&lt;br /&gt;The rest, haha.. faham2 aje la. But benci would be too harsh kot. So I would say it as.. less favorable ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denda paling teruk korang pernah kena dan kenapa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Paling teruk? Tak ingat la. Maybe same with G-ta kot, denda sebab silap step kawad. Tapi denda biasa2 tu ada la, berdiri atas kerusi sebab jawab salah - ni kelas Add Math Cikgu Zahid.. yang lain takda rasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pilih 1 hari paling bosan dalam sekolah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1 hari ke? 2 hari tak boleh? Sunday and Monday kot. Sunday hari assembly, cikgu cakap banyak. Monday, banyak lagu kena nyanyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cikgu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;favourite&lt;/span&gt; korang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Teacher Has - my English teacher. Cikgu Manaf sebab ajar kitorg main musical instruments and bawak kami pegi perform dgn tempat-tempat yg best! i.e Dewan Sivik PJ, Dewan DBKL, Hotel Renaissance banyak lagi tau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barang yang korang tak pernah tinggal masa pergi sekolah selain pen, buku, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pencil case, etc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mesti la duit!!! Nak beli makanan dekat koop time rehat. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perasaan korang masa nak tunjuk report card kat parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Takda perasaan. Neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pernah jeles bila member dapat markah tinggi? Apa korang buat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Biasa je. Sikit-sikit. Tapi rasanya they deserved the marks sebab diaorang rajin, unlike me ni - Malas. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jawatan paling besar pernah korang pegang masa sekolah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm. PERTIMA and yang librarian skolah tu.. Persatuan Muzik pun ye jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rindu tak nak balik sekolah semula?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sangat. SANGAT. S-A-N-G-A-T rindu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku nak tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sesape yang terpanggil nak buat tag ni&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-8270443460124104024?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8270443460124104024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=8270443460124104024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8270443460124104024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8270443460124104024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/g-ta-tagged-me-couple-of-weeks-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-1021953837535532395</id><published>2009-04-30T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:31:11.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I truly feel like 1000 pounds of weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Five years. I mean. Whoa. It feels like just yesterday I did my diploma. Now, I completed my degree (unofficially, I know - I know). Wow. Another phase to go. A phase that I am uncertain of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a job?&lt;br /&gt;or am I going to do my master of degree? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my highest priority! - I'm praying real hard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends want to have a month break before they hunt for jobs. I want a break too. But it seemed that I don't think I could live another week without doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;job. Nope, I'm not a workaholic, yet. But I think I can be one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe, it just that I get used to waking up early in the morning, having coffee, drive to work and everything (or maybe I miss the sound of Fokker's engines? - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bingit telinga ku&lt;/span&gt;). Unless. UNLESS. I start studying again, that'd be a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good book to read. Suggestion anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-1021953837535532395?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1021953837535532395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=1021953837535532395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1021953837535532395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1021953837535532395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-truly-feel-like-1000-pounds-of-weight.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-5737354810414681116</id><published>2009-04-27T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:29:22.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Charts and graphs interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;Correlations.&lt;br /&gt;Pearson.&lt;br /&gt;Sum.&lt;br /&gt;Tables.&lt;br /&gt;Frequencies.&lt;br /&gt;Percentage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or the room is moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from this Thesis stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Few more days left. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabar separuh dari iman. Sabar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-5737354810414681116?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5737354810414681116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=5737354810414681116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5737354810414681116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5737354810414681116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/charts-and-graphs-interpretation.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6075040448026385564</id><published>2009-04-22T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:28:47.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;Driving to work at 7.15 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a traffic jam - Federal Highway.&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at work 8 mins before 8.&lt;br /&gt;Punch the card.&lt;br /&gt;Put all my stuff at my desk and went to cafeteria for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Doa pagi.&lt;br /&gt;Turning on my manager's laptop. Log on to Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Start doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch 5 mins earlier, 12.55 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Either had lunch at the cafeteria or Terminal 3 - Butler, Kopitiam, 1901, Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;Back to office at 2.&lt;br /&gt;Continue what I did before lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;3.30 p.m Zuhr prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;br /&gt;5.00 p.m CABUT!!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss every single detail of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meski pagi itu indah tapi.. akan sunyi tanpa mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6075040448026385564?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6075040448026385564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6075040448026385564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6075040448026385564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6075040448026385564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-to-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-1832244806699646650</id><published>2009-04-21T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:56:32.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be happy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa saya tidak gembira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should felt relieved. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa fikiran saya masih kusut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa kacau. Isk. Isk. Kurang gemar akan perasaan sebegini rupa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want my old self back, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-1832244806699646650?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1832244806699646650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=1832244806699646650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1832244806699646650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1832244806699646650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-should-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-8649721811277133484</id><published>2009-04-17T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:31:39.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to get out of that place a.s.a.p to stop that silly feeling from growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. I really don't want to get side-tracked by any kind of complicated situation. I'm actually getting better, slowly letting go of everything that I used to know but my condition is getting even worst than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugghh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-8649721811277133484?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8649721811277133484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=8649721811277133484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8649721811277133484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8649721811277133484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-to-get-out-of-that-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2289872238719918207</id><published>2009-04-16T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:28:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My problem is getting even worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so close of crossing the line. I know the fact that this thing is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forbidden (&lt;/span&gt;although come people are okay with it but..) I just can't help it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya mau buangkan perasaan ini jauh-jauh. Tak mau-tak mau rasa macam ni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2289872238719918207?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2289872238719918207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2289872238719918207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2289872238719918207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2289872238719918207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-problem-is-getting-even-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-1240175067140986514</id><published>2009-04-11T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:49:59.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis and Everything In Between</title><content type='html'>Oh my, I've been vaguely panicking about my thesis for a while now. The presentation will be on April 21. I haven't done the slides for the presentation just yet. I better start like,  right now - after publishing this post. There's just so many things to do yet so little time. I've been so busy at work. I couldn't even squeeze in a moment for my thesis, poor thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish time will go so slow. Only for this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-1240175067140986514?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1240175067140986514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=1240175067140986514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1240175067140986514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1240175067140986514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/thesis-and-everything-in-between.html' title='Thesis and Everything In Between'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2524993868691389946</id><published>2009-04-10T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:49:18.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want to cross the line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2524993868691389946?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2524993868691389946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2524993868691389946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2524993868691389946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2524993868691389946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-to-cross-line.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2252704932756482878</id><published>2009-04-04T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:17:49.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SddPcnYEaZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/khqjerweA84/s1600-h/DSC04278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SddPcnYEaZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/khqjerweA84/s200/DSC04278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320808837786397074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breathless.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friend to buy the movie tickets for today's show since she was going to see a midnight movie at the cinema last night. Thanks to her, we got the best seats in the house! The movie just took my breath away. I was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone. GO. SEE. FAST AND FURIOUS 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'm going to see the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; next weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2252704932756482878?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2252704932756482878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2252704932756482878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2252704932756482878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2252704932756482878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/breathless.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SddPcnYEaZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/khqjerweA84/s72-c/DSC04278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6750604221696443554</id><published>2009-04-01T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:38:09.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hari ini clumsy lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas kerja, I drove to gas station - isi minyak. I told the cashier "Pam number lime, Empat puloh" I gave him 50 note, and dapat baki RM10. He definitely understood and heard me clearly. But. But. Sebaik sahaja mengisi minyak, the meter stopped at RM10. Hairan. Adakah meter ini rosak? Cepat-cepat pergi ke cashier menanyakan perihal situasi sedemikian. Oh rupa nya gerangan itu tersilap tekan. Hmph! Sedang aku berjalan ke arah my Baby. Yak bok tam! Tersepak botol mineral kosong huhu, siap terkena motorist yang sedang asyik mengisi minyak. Tersipu-sipu aku tersenyum and apologized to him. Malu tak terkata.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hmm, kaki bangku la sangat - time macam ni terkena target lah pulak.&lt;/span&gt; Cis.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Jangan buang sampah merata-rata dan atendan pam minyak sila jalankan tanggungjawab anda sebaik mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan clumsy lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam perjalanan pulang ke rumah selepas insiden yang agak memalukan di stesen minyak, mau saja aku balik cepat-cepat. So I was speeding, bawak kereta macam yakin, act macam pro tapi tak sebenarnya, perasan je lebih. Okay. Sampai sahaja di Tol Batu Tiga, aku mengeluh.. panjang queue nak bayar tol. RM1.10 da ready dekat coin box. Mata mulai rasa mengantuk. Lagu di radio mendayu-dayu. Aku mengelamun sedikit. Tetiba entah kereta mana, di sebelah ku mungkin, membunyi hon, aku sedikit menyumpah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodoh, orang bayar tol mane boleh gerak. &lt;/span&gt;Agak lama driver itu membunyikan kan hon bagaikan tiada akhir. Hah! Baru aku perasan, siku aku berada di atas stereng.. aku lah si bodoh itu rupanya. Bagaimana aku boleh tidak sedar yang aku yg membunyikan hon? Hee. Aku lupa, last weekend Abah tukar hon sebab the original MyVi punya honk bunyi nya macam alat musik rekoder tersumbat or okay, flute yang tak cukup lubang.  Patutlah aku tak perasan. Bunyi hon lain. Sebenarnya aku dah perasan the car in front of me pandang belakang. Hmm. I thought dia saje-saje je pandang blakang. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6750604221696443554?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6750604221696443554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6750604221696443554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6750604221696443554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6750604221696443554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/hari-ini-clumsy-lagi.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-1745392913180780845</id><published>2009-03-31T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:52:42.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/afp/20090323/capt.photo_1237773263173-1-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 265px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/afp/20090323/capt.photo_1237773263173-1-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Topsy turvy FedEx Cargo aircraft, both pilots were killed in the tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The aircraft looked very, extremely fragile. It was once one strong flying machine.&lt;br /&gt;Helpless. Like a dying bird lying on its back, waiting to be saved. Hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said a plane crash are calculated at one in four million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, perhaps, the unlucky ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Tesco&lt;br /&gt;Time      : 6.05pm&lt;br /&gt;Date       : March 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Additional Information: I told ya, I am so good at being a klutz that I should write a novel about&lt;br /&gt;                                           it.&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dikala aku menghayun bakul biru Tesco, perkiraan hayunan aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                           salah. Wah. Hayunan aku terkena Botol-botol Ridsect yang disusun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                           kemas dan rapi oleh para pekerjanya. &lt;/span&gt;@#%&amp;amp;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                           Wah. Publisiti murahan. &lt;/span&gt;Free-free&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; je dapat liputan. &lt;/span&gt;No need media  &lt;br /&gt;                                           coverage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-1745392913180780845?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1745392913180780845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=1745392913180780845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1745392913180780845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1745392913180780845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/topsy-turvy-fedex-cargo-aircraft-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2283338320551471478</id><published>2009-03-30T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:53:17.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kawan-kawan! Mari pergi melancong bulan *Julai ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fadz recommended Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;Any other ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarawak pun&lt;/span&gt; interesting. I never been to Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;or Bandung, perhaps? I know Jema would love to go to Bandung for retail-therapy purpose. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ana-mana lokasi melibatkan penerbangan&lt;/span&gt; (i.e Sabah, Sarawak, Indonesia, Thailand - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unless nak pergi Golok&lt;/span&gt;, we don't need the plane - err, Thailand would not be in the list&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kot&lt;/span&gt;), we have to buy the flight tix as earliest as possible - for cheaper fares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macam mana kawan-kawan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* because we have to wait for Fadz to come back from UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2283338320551471478?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2283338320551471478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2283338320551471478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2283338320551471478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2283338320551471478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/kawan-kawan-mari-pergi-melancong-bulan.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-8412359811598132043</id><published>2009-03-29T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:59:23.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck at the airport</title><content type='html'>3 jam 30 minit.&lt;br /&gt;Satu jangkamasa yang agak lama jika tiada sebarang aktiviti dijalankan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait that Long!&lt;br /&gt; The flight time  to KUL was originally at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;The delay announcement was only being made 10 minutes after 5. How ridiculuous was that?!&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst experience of delayed flight ever in my life.&lt;br /&gt;They said the aircraft suffered technical difficulty which could only be fix in LCCT-KLIA and thus, won't be able to land at Sultan Ismail Petra Airport. I was like, Oh My God! This couldn't be happening to me. It would definitely be a different feeling if it was in KLIA. I would be like, superduper extra ultra Happy!&lt;br /&gt;But, the long wait actually came with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gift&lt;/span&gt; - RM200 e-voucher as a compensation for delay (for more than 3 hours). Yay! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I supposed, err.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this delay-situation thing reminds me another experience of mine regarding to the matter - the delay. It was 2 days before Eid Fitr. I was flying with MH to KB. The aircraft was supposed to take off 6.30pm. All the passengers were already in their seats and the aircraft's main door was already closed. Flight attendants were done with their routine demos and everything. I thought we'd be off the land in any second back then. I was wrong. We only took off an hour later. All the Muslim passengers even had to break their fast in the plane but on ground. It was the uneasiest feeling I ever had, sitting with strangers at both sides - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adoi la, guys pulak tu&lt;/span&gt;. It was uncomfortable and it was hot too - I even thought I just could die either due to heat exhaustion or suffocate because I felt like I couldn't breathe - insufficient oxygen for all passengers - but I was just being paranoid anyway. I think I even strained my neck. Huh. The delay was due to miscommunication between the cabin crew and the captain. Hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-8412359811598132043?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8412359811598132043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=8412359811598132043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8412359811598132043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8412359811598132043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuck-at-airport.html' title='stuck at the airport'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-5254474989319756473</id><published>2009-03-24T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:14:16.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was tagged by G-Ta. Very interesting tag. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are simple. Use Google Image Search to search the answers to the questions below. Then you must choose a picture in the first page of the results and post it as your answer. After that, tag 6 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;an extraordinary klutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://redcheekinda.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/clumsy_smurf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://redcheekinda.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/clumsy_smurf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I really want to go: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to Cranfield University &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bsf.org.uk/img/map_cranfield_area.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.bsf.org.uk/img/map_cranfield_area.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My fave place(s):&lt;/span&gt; my Home and KLIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://botit.botany.wisc.edu/toms_fungi/images/homeheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 202px;" src="http://botit.botany.wisc.edu/toms_fungi/images/homeheart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.malaysiasite.nl/images/klia4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 205px;" src="http://www.malaysiasite.nl/images/klia4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My fave drink: &lt;/span&gt;Iced Lemon Tea, uh kay..  or Teh O Ais Limau in Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1377/681906514_865caa6839.jpg?v=1201344091"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 248px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1377/681906514_865caa6839.jpg?v=1201344091" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My fave food:&lt;/span&gt; Fettuccine Creamy sauce with Shrimps, or pasta related food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NOhmBb2my8/STAbw3GaILI/AAAAAAAABbc/1tGSDuRH-Mk/s320/seafood-pasta-fettuccine-alfredo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NOhmBb2my8/STAbw3GaILI/AAAAAAAABbc/1tGSDuRH-Mk/s320/seafood-pasta-fettuccine-alfredo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Fave Color: &lt;/span&gt;Black and a little bit of White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/7081/vectorwb0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 210px;" src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/7081/vectorwb0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Fave Show:&lt;/span&gt; Prison Break!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prisonbreakcrazy.com/images/prison-break-season-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.prisonbreakcrazy.com/images/prison-break-season-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;My Hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Travelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://startelegram.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/10/09/44tho_porterelite2_seconda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 250px;" src="http://startelegram.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/10/09/44tho_porterelite2_seconda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ocw.mit.edu/NR/rdonlyres/Literature/21L-471Spring-2007/1D9D6850-7C5C-4859-991C-C5C4711CA62F/0/chp_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://ocw.mit.edu/NR/rdonlyres/Literature/21L-471Spring-2007/1D9D6850-7C5C-4859-991C-C5C4711CA62F/0/chp_book.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing musical instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pianolessons.net/img/lessons/kid-playing-piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 164px;" src="http://www.pianolessons.net/img/lessons/kid-playing-piano.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. Watching movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjO6U8qnxgU/ST56u57wvBI/AAAAAAAAAME/yqPcIQM1GqY/s320/movie+popcorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RjO6U8qnxgU/ST56u57wvBI/AAAAAAAAAME/yqPcIQM1GqY/s320/movie+popcorn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;My Wishes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Perform Haj and Umrah with the people that I love very much; my Family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.haj-umra.co.uk/pics/kabe_kaba_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 245px;" src="http://www.haj-umra.co.uk/pics/kabe_kaba_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. White VW GTi - what a masterpiece!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1292/1267459511_f40306e73b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1292/1267459511_f40306e73b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nile River Cruise - some say Nile River is a magical place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/ffximage/2008/04/21/EgyptNileSailboats_wideweb__470x302,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/ffximage/2008/04/21/EgyptNileSailboats_wideweb__470x302,0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Steady job in the airline industry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.arcor.de/jthunder/stickers13/Malaysia_Airlines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 163px;" src="http://home.arcor.de/jthunder/stickers13/Malaysia_Airlines.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to tag 6 other people. But. Whoever wants to do this interesting tag, feel free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-5254474989319756473?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5254474989319756473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=5254474989319756473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5254474989319756473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5254474989319756473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-tagged-by-g-ta.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7NOhmBb2my8/STAbw3GaILI/AAAAAAAABbc/1tGSDuRH-Mk/s72-c/seafood-pasta-fettuccine-alfredo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-691401605068307401</id><published>2009-03-23T12:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:21:55.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUMBLED UP. Abit lifeless. Monday's blues. Moodswing. But I'm okay. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I should stay, I would only be in your way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but I know I'll think of you every step of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bittersweet memories that is all I'm taking with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whitney Houston, I Will Always Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-691401605068307401?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/691401605068307401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=691401605068307401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/691401605068307401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/691401605068307401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/jumbled-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-491158325362494395</id><published>2009-03-21T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:54:21.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I attended a wedding this afternoon (Wow, it's been a long time I haven't attended any  wedding since I started my practical training). My colleague's wedding. It was nice and simple garden wedding. One thing that impressed me most, exclusive cars were everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I just got back from the sport centre somewhere in Shah Alam, played futsal with some of my classmates, my colleagues and my friend's boyfriend and his brother, eventhough I am not good at it. Trust me, I sucked. Big time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaki bangku&lt;/span&gt;, that's the word. But I had fun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Okay. I'm really tired right now. So, I'm just going to hit Publish Post now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-491158325362494395?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/491158325362494395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=491158325362494395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/491158325362494395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/491158325362494395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-7949317333232340365</id><published>2009-03-20T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:28:08.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy  Birthday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;May you have all the joy your heart can hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;All the smiles a day can bring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;All the blesings a life can unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-7949317333232340365?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7949317333232340365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=7949317333232340365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7949317333232340365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7949317333232340365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-whom-it-may-concern-happy-23rd.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-370193501718822854</id><published>2009-03-19T18:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:33:43.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny how some songs could just bring back all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a very special day for someone that I care very much (one that I care after my family and my best buddies), and unfortunately this person didn't know that. I wish this person happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kau membuat ku berantakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kau membuat ku tak karuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kau membuat ku tak berdaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bagaimana caranya untuk meruntuhkan kerasnya hatimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ku sadari ku tak sempurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ku tak seperti yang kau inginkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lelah hati ini meyakinkanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cinta ini membunuhku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;D'Masiv, Cinta Ini Membunuhku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-370193501718822854?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/370193501718822854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=370193501718822854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/370193501718822854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/370193501718822854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-funny-how-some-songs-could-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-4046054092614596491</id><published>2009-03-16T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:43:54.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok?&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say bad things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Script, Break Even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;It's just, Red.fm was playing this song on the radio. And I thought the lyric relates to me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-4046054092614596491?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4046054092614596491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=4046054092614596491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4046054092614596491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4046054092614596491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-am-i-supposed-to-do-when-best-part.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-52899544622900464</id><published>2009-03-14T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:43:56.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad habit.</title><content type='html'>When most people spend their first salary on clothes, shoes, bags and gadgets.. I went running into the restaurants that I've been longing to dine in. I spent my first salary, eating at Bubba Gump Shrimps, MFM and Warong Penyet. Food is my guilty pleasure. I am more of a food person. I would rather spend my money on food than on shoes, bags.. Yes, I do still spend on that stuff but not as much as food. Eeek! My bad habit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalau tengok nice shoes, baju lawa-lawa boleh&lt;/span&gt; resist &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lagi tapi kalau&lt;/span&gt; food.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mak oi susah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. If I am ever in a weight-gaining programme, I'd probably succeeded. My dietician would be proud of me. Unfortunately, I should be in a weight loss programme. But I consumed tooooooo much of fat these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay-okay. Let see..&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - Nasi lemak with fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - Secret Recipe's curry laksa&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - Creamy carbonara pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - Fried keoy teow, some kuih-muih at Terminal 2's cafeteria,&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - Swensen's chicken baked rice (very cheesy! and delish!! - guilty pleasure)&lt;br /&gt;Tea - Coffee bean's muffin and regular caramel latte&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - McD's Filet-O-Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - Cafeteria's fried mee hoon&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - 1901's great Deutsch Doodle Dang&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - Asam laksa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, tomorrow.. Sunday morning, normally Abah would buy me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi kerabu&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm craving for Wendy's chili, Famous Amos' chocolate brownie, 31's ice cream, soft pretzel, caramel macchiato, sheperd's pie, banana chocolate cheese cake, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi kak wok&lt;/span&gt;, mashed potatoes, Domino's pizza.. oh the list would go endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ops, there goes my diet. More like, MY GOD THERE GOES MY DIET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skinny jeans anganku musnah..&lt;/span&gt; hhuhu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam mana ni..&lt;/span&gt; I need to lose weight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-52899544622900464?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/52899544622900464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=52899544622900464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/52899544622900464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/52899544622900464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-habit.html' title='Bad habit.'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-5630934325083581620</id><published>2009-03-11T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:15:01.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>As usual. It's like a routine. I seem to lost my handphone at least once a week. I am so lucky so far, everytime I lost my handphone I will find it back. I tend to forget a lot lately, or should I say.. CLUMSY when it comes to my handphone. Could this be the sign of me getting old? Nooooo!!!  I'm still 22 for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just lost my handphone (again) this morning. &lt;em&gt;Nasib baik jumpa balik&lt;/em&gt;. I left it on the table at the cafeteria. A friend of mine suggested that I should no longer use handphone, &lt;em&gt;guna public je beb&lt;/em&gt;. Huhu. My handphone is the air that I breathe (suddenly 'No Air' cross my mind) eventhough I acted like I didn't care. It's like I care and I don't care at the same time. While my other friend said I should wear phone strap that goes around the neck. I was like, No Way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I'll handle my handphone with care, and very gentle. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-5630934325083581620?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5630934325083581620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=5630934325083581620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5630934325083581620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5630934325083581620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-5237129348605089015</id><published>2009-03-08T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:20:35.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my world, time does fly so slow lately. If only there's a way, like a button or something that could fast forward the time. People said, time can be so slow especially when you want it to go by fast. Maybe I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. And now I wait. I better pray hard ( I mean really hard)  to Allah and hope I have the luck on my side this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-5237129348605089015?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5237129348605089015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=5237129348605089015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5237129348605089015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5237129348605089015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-my-world-time-does-fly-so-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-8587964770669805522</id><published>2009-03-06T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:35:59.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my home in KB!&lt;br /&gt;and Abah is going back to KB tomorrow. I wish I could too *sob sob* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak balik jugak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't because I have to do something that I rate 'very important' in my life. It is something that could turn my life around if this thing really works.&lt;br /&gt;No worries.&lt;br /&gt;I will be back to KB somewhere late March. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terpaksa. Takpe-takpe demi masa hadapan ku.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabar Azra..&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abar separuh dari iman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-8587964770669805522?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8587964770669805522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=8587964770669805522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8587964770669805522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8587964770669805522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-my-home-in-kb-and-abah-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-1867484801080927164</id><published>2009-03-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:00:42.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things are suppose to get messed up and not work out. Just so that other things can.&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to that, at least, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-1867484801080927164?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1867484801080927164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=1867484801080927164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1867484801080927164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1867484801080927164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-things-are-suppose-to-get-messed.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-7375988306826768431</id><published>2009-03-03T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:04:09.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hari ini aku ke UiTM bersamanya. Atas urusan sulit di Fakulti Pengurusan Perniagaan dan mahu ke Pusat Kesihatan UiTM. Ini bukan kali pertama kami ke sana bersama. Malah sudah banyak lokasi kami pergi bersama-sama. Dia memang seorang teman yang baik. Di kala aku bosan, dia pasti akan menemani aku. Walaupun kami baru kenal bulan Ogos yang lepas, hubungan kami agak rapat. Baiklah. Kami sampai di UiTM lebih kurang pukul 8.15 pagi, alangkah malangnya nasib semua tempat letak kereta sudah penuh, tambahan UiTM dalam proses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;under construction &lt;/span&gt;menyebabkan masalah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parking&lt;/span&gt; pelajar dan staff semakin teruk&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Jadi nak tak nak, dia terpaksa tunggu aku di ruang letak kereta kawasan DSB memandangkan di situ sahaja ada ruang kosong. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parking&lt;/span&gt; di fakulti aku sangat terhad. Staff dan pelajar kadang-kadang terpaksa berebut. Jauh aku berjalan ke fakulti. Penat. Tapi terpaksa aku tempuh untuk masa depan aku. Aku tahu dia pasti sedih kerana masa depan aku bermaksud meninggalkan dia keseorangan selama setahun. Aku sudah pasti akan merindui dia, masakan tidak, aku pulang ke KB beberapa hari pun sudah aku teringat akan dia. Aku tahu dia gelisah mengenai perkara ini tapi tak pernah sekali pun dia suarakan. Mahu saja aku peluk dia erat-erat untuk hilangkan gelisahnya, tapi takut timbul skandal atau cerita yang kurang enak didengari pula. Tabah dia menanti aku menyelesaikan urusan di fakulti, dari pukul 8.30 sampai pukul 11.  Nasib baik dia tak merungut.  Hehe. Memang la tak merungut. Sebab dia kereta aku. Hee.. Tetiba sahaja aku rasa bengong semacam, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean&lt;/span&gt; buat lawak bodoh macam ni. ehmm, lawak ke? (-.-") Maaf hari ini otak ku tercabut skru barangkali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was feeling like, publishing a post in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahasa&lt;/span&gt;. Next time would be in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahasa Kelate&lt;/span&gt; okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. When people say applying to any postgraduate programme is a tedious process, you better believe it. Because I didn't believe it back then. And I admit I was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-7375988306826768431?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7375988306826768431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=7375988306826768431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7375988306826768431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7375988306826768431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/hari-ini-aku-ke-uitm-bersamanya.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6665724393106306060</id><published>2009-03-02T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:01:48.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE MINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/Savaw5WsftI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ti3UZbKVXZs/s1600-h/818_1_whitenavy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/Savaw5WsftI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ti3UZbKVXZs/s320/818_1_whitenavy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308577119350849234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Crocs, you are on my list ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6665724393106306060?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6665724393106306060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6665724393106306060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6665724393106306060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6665724393106306060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-crocs-you-are-on-my-list.html' title='BE MINE'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/Savaw5WsftI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ti3UZbKVXZs/s72-c/818_1_whitenavy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-8929114425991372758</id><published>2009-03-02T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:42:54.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suppose my friend's right. &lt;em&gt;He's not worth it&lt;/em&gt;. And I trust my friend's judgement.&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer look back and grieve over the past. I'm letting it go, for good and for real this time. There's no point regretting on things that could've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay. Now I'm breathing for the first time and I'm leaving, all this behind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-8929114425991372758?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8929114425991372758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=8929114425991372758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8929114425991372758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8929114425991372758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-suppose-my-friends-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2036965592629219253</id><published>2009-02-25T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:21:49.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day before yesterday, I suffered what some people called "Monday Blues". I was so stressed out with everything, and was not in the mood at all.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good.&lt;br /&gt;But today is excellent. I went to Starbucks at Terminal 3 with my colleagues for lunch. Guess what? MAHB staff get 20% off for any purchase of food and beverages!! Hehe. (I know we are supposed to do the boycott thing, but.. sorry I can't help it. The cafeteria food is getting on my nerve, I just need some changes sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SaVTMug1_GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hBxYYq7ASrU/s1600-h/credit2xyou_love_thisxXanga.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SaVTMug1_GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hBxYYq7ASrU/s320/credit2xyou_love_thisxXanga.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306739214035319906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I keep seeing you everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;Is it fate’s way of saying that we were meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;Or just another way of rubbing it in my face that I can’t have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2036965592629219253?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2036965592629219253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2036965592629219253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2036965592629219253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2036965592629219253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-before-yesterday-i-suffered-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SaVTMug1_GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hBxYYq7ASrU/s72-c/credit2xyou_love_thisxXanga.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2287277239374329855</id><published>2009-02-22T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:21:12.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a true joy?</title><content type='html'>Definition: Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt class="hwrd"&gt;Main Entry:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="hwrd"&gt;&lt;span class="variant"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="pron"&gt;Pronunciation:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="pron"&gt;       &lt;span class="pronchars"&gt;       \&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˈ&lt;/span&gt;jo&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;̇&lt;/span&gt;i\     &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="func"&gt;Function:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="func"&gt;&lt;em&gt;noun&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="ety"&gt;Etymology:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="ety"&gt;Middle English, from Anglo-French &lt;em&gt;joie,&lt;/em&gt; from Latin &lt;em&gt;gaudia,&lt;/em&gt; plural of &lt;em&gt;gaudium,&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;gaudēre&lt;/em&gt; to rejoice; probably akin to Greek &lt;em&gt;gēthein&lt;/em&gt; to rejoice&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="date"&gt;Date:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="date"&gt;13th century&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;   &lt;div class="defs"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;1 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; the emotion evoked by well-being, success, or good fortune or by the prospect of possessing what one desires &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;delight b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; the expression or exhibition of such emotion &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;gaeity&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a state of happiness or felicity &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;bliss&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; a source or cause of delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Merriam-Webster Online. 22 February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what really is a joy?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be joyful when you had all the money in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be joyful if you own the world?&lt;br /&gt;Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a true contentment?&lt;br /&gt;Some might says, money can buy happiness, just because you can buy anything that you ever wanted (money can even buy a voice of singer, with a few digital editing, you could be a singer in a flash..) but will you be joyful?&lt;br /&gt;Take your time and think, what does joy means to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for me, a true joy is the answered prayer(s)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2287277239374329855?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2287277239374329855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2287277239374329855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2287277239374329855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2287277239374329855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-true-joy.html' title='What is a true joy?'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-9123027092284597973</id><published>2009-02-20T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:41:43.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;One:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted something so bad&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it makes you cry&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two:&lt;br /&gt;It hurts deeper than I thought it would be, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;so deep&lt;/span&gt; it hasn't healed with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the two feelings that I'm having at the moment. Two different things, but somehow relate to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-9123027092284597973?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9123027092284597973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=9123027092284597973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/9123027092284597973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/9123027092284597973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-ever-wanted-something-so-bad_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-4145378543738659584</id><published>2009-02-16T20:24:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:18:41.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SZop5n6BMzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BOn5gxHaRa8/s1600-h/pdbw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303597581123793714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SZop5n6BMzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BOn5gxHaRa8/s320/pdbw4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Operation Love/ Proposal Daisakusen. A fairy lets Ken travel back in time and try one more time to get Rei's heart. (Ken reminds me of&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; person. Oh well, maybe it's just a hallucination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I wish I could do the same too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;..... I'm still not over it. Perhaps never will. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy with just about everything, with not nearly enough time for sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Proposal, thesis, letters for grad school application, work and some other stuff that I need to settle down.. and I've been here and there too for the past few days, I wish I had a chauffeur - &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;bak kata &lt;/span&gt;a friend of mine&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; di saat ini lah &lt;/span&gt;boyfriend &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;amat di perlukan&lt;/span&gt; (at some point, I have to agree with her if I have no transportation, but I can drive and I got my own car, so I don't need a bf right? At least. Not right now). I was totally zonked out at the end of the day. Okay. Although I even thought I was suffering from exhaustion, I'm still feeling like an energizer bunny.. hee.. because I am so psyched about the the topic that I'm going to do for my thesis. Because I get to do my survey at a place that I called Utopia in my self-dictionary. Yes. The airport! what more that I could ask for? hehe. But I haven't really decide which airport, it's going to be either Subang Skypark Airport or KLIA. Subang would be easier as I could just use my office nametag. But if I do it at KLIA, I have to get a new pass and some kind of authority letter as my office nametag is only accessible in Subang Airport. Hmm. Both have pros and cons. So it is yet to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've made my decision. I'm going to do it at Subang Skypark Airport. KLIA would be a better choice, with huge number of passenger traffic flow.. which is good for my sampling. But I'm afraid that I will bump into somebody that I don't really want to see. So, I choose Subang Skypark Airport. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Have you ever wanting something so bad, that you can even taste it?&lt;br /&gt;I really. Really. Badly. Desperately want to go to Cranfield.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to go to Huddersfield and Aston for Bachelor Degree, but I blew it, both.&lt;br /&gt;This time around, I won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-4145378543738659584?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4145378543738659584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=4145378543738659584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4145378543738659584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4145378543738659584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/operation-love-proposal-daisakusen.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SZop5n6BMzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BOn5gxHaRa8/s72-c/pdbw4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2471585769974303142</id><published>2009-02-07T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:09:31.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take the pain away. please.</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for October. I don't want to be here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt. I'm in pain. I'm bruised.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to feel this pain anymore. The pain is just too real. It hurts so much. I want to move on. I want to make the pain go away. But I can't. I'm not capable of moving on as long as I am here. I thought I can go through this, I thought I could handle this, I thought I can survive.. I was wrong. I need superduper ultra extraordinary willpower.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself so much for still remembering all the memories.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for still believing we could work it out.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for still hoping for that particular heart.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being in denial.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for everything that I never said.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for not taking the risk.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for waiting too long.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for pretending everything is going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for blowing the chance when I actually held it in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for I am still not over it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for almost falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for tears are running down my face while writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who knew.&lt;br /&gt;One of the best part of your dream; Ruined.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you still hope for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2471585769974303142?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2471585769974303142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2471585769974303142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2471585769974303142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2471585769974303142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-pain-away-please.html' title='take the pain away. please.'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-3700451712771566704</id><published>2009-02-05T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:46:36.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one that got away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found a quote on someone's xanga. And it actually defines of what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I work up the courage to talk to you...&lt;br /&gt;I see your face and remember how much you mean to me...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; how one wrong word could ruin any chance of being with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I waited too long. And I regret the things that I didn't do, things that I never said.. when I had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray. Everyday. If only I had a second chance. If only I could turn back the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-3700451712771566704?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3700451712771566704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=3700451712771566704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3700451712771566704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3700451712771566704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-found-quote-on-someones-xanga.html' title='The one that got away.'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-7475051424633031181</id><published>2009-02-02T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:54:23.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I desperately need a heart transplant. Pronto!</title><content type='html'>It's official. I am such a big Twit!&lt;br /&gt;I am not at my most lucid at the moment. I am totally out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I should have moved on. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to. It has been almost 7 months. I've tried, and still trying. But I can't and I don't know why is it so hard to let go.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that my heart failed to understand what my mind told me to do.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think right. I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a disease. It keeps coming back.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a drug, that I can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;I am even so brassed off with my own self. Grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-7475051424633031181?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7475051424633031181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=7475051424633031181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7475051424633031181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7475051424633031181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-desperately-need-heart-transplant.html' title='I desperately need a heart transplant. Pronto!'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-1208234477155522348</id><published>2009-02-01T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:49:33.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever since I started internship last December, I have plenty of spare time. Sometimes I even bored myself to death. And so I thought, I should buy a good book to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn between:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SYWfwmNrJVI/AAAAAAAAADs/iTQ4Svv-j28/s1600-h/credt2TEKSONSBOOKSdotcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SYWfwmNrJVI/AAAAAAAAADs/iTQ4Svv-j28/s320/credt2TEKSONSBOOKSdotcom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297816193911694674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SYWfwBh9tZI/AAAAAAAAADk/4UPIJ1um_7w/s1600-h/credit2TOWERdotcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SYWfwBh9tZI/AAAAAAAAADk/4UPIJ1um_7w/s320/credit2TOWERdotcom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297816184064685458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the winner is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SYWfwmNrJVI/AAAAAAAAADs/iTQ4Svv-j28/s1600-h/credt2TEKSONSBOOKSdotcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SYWfwmNrJVI/AAAAAAAAADs/iTQ4Svv-j28/s320/credt2TEKSONSBOOKSdotcom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297816193911694674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;A true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About a family's struggles, a woman as a heroine, in Iraqi War. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's more like of a Kurdish Holocaust's story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a review of the book in Friendster, if it is any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I had Remember Me in mind when I enter the bookshop because I was longing to buy it when it first came out. But as I browsed through all the books there, this very particular book caught my eyes. I was mesmerized by the title, Love in a Torn Land. I read the summary, and I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to have this&lt;/span&gt;. Literature fiction seemed to grow in me, ever since I read The Kite Runner, I started to like  stories about survival, heroism.. especially in Middle-East countries  (although Love in a Torn Land is a true story - which makes it a much better reason to read it..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-1208234477155522348?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1208234477155522348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=1208234477155522348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1208234477155522348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1208234477155522348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/ever-since-i-started-internship-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SYWfwmNrJVI/AAAAAAAAADs/iTQ4Svv-j28/s72-c/credt2TEKSONSBOOKSdotcom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2304668632894630549</id><published>2009-01-29T22:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:28:07.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wound wont seems to heal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Definition: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="defs" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;1 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;: an injury to the body (as from violence, accident, or surgery) that typically involves laceration or breaking of a membrane (as the skin) and usually damage to underlying tissues&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="sense_label"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: a cut or breach in a plant usually due to an external agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;: a mental or &lt;em&gt;emotional hurt&lt;/em&gt; or blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_label start"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;: something resembling a wound in appearance or effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt; ; especially&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: a rift in or blow to a political body or social group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="defs" style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2304668632894630549?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2304668632894630549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2304668632894630549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2304668632894630549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2304668632894630549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/definition-wound-1-an-injury-to-body-as.html' title='the wound wont seems to heal'/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-4753998092989441790</id><published>2009-01-28T22:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:34:30.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should start working on my thesis by now - the due date for the thesis is Feb 9. But I am so not in the mood to do anything related to education just yet. It appears that my brain has stopped working for any alphabets, sentences, paragraphs.. because all I can see now are numbers, figures, tables and formulas. My brain has been vegetating, that seems, unable to work. And I need to do a personal statement for my Cranfield application (perhaps I should just use the same personal statement that I sent to UCAS two years ago, with a few editing then I'm done). I am so stressed out with everything. I stress on weekdays, normally&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Alot of things happened these couple of weeks. I want to go home.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SYB3nLNq1eI/AAAAAAAAADc/G_E9ah37rdw/s1600-h/584.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SYB3nLNq1eI/AAAAAAAAADc/G_E9ah37rdw/s320/584.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296364676696430050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to go home - I'm going home next week, yay! I miss everything about university years, school years.. How I wish I could rewind back to those days and pause the life that I miss so much. I miss doing assignments (eekk! I know, I know - but honestly I rather do tons of assignments, answer to pop quizzes than going to work), listening to lectures (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walaupun k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ebiasaannya saya akan &lt;/span&gt;pretend&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mendengar dengan penuh kusyuk, tawadduk dan muhasabah diri&lt;/span&gt; hehe, I miss that alot, really).. I don't think I'm ready for the corporate world. Not just yet. The only plus point about working is, I finally know why do working people desperately need their morning coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-4753998092989441790?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4753998092989441790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=4753998092989441790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4753998092989441790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4753998092989441790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-should-start-on-internships-proposal.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SYB3nLNq1eI/AAAAAAAAADc/G_E9ah37rdw/s72-c/584.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-7340042711301456732</id><published>2009-01-27T16:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:39:45.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to square one. Just me and the working life. Uggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umi and Hanis flew back home this afternoon (I just got back from the airport sending them off and I already miss them&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SX7Yz2w-l-I/AAAAAAAAADU/jaxwZt64yJg/s1600-h/Sad_1381.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 27px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SX7Yz2w-l-I/AAAAAAAAADU/jaxwZt64yJg/s320/Sad_1381.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295908597220153314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). I was happy to the max all the while they were here!!! I wish they could have stayed longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is supposed to be a new start for the week. As for me, it will be just the same. Dull. Boring. Lifeless. Less exciting and abit miserable, with capital M. Sometimes I feel like a robotic zombie. Gosh! It stressed me out just thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-7340042711301456732?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7340042711301456732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=7340042711301456732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7340042711301456732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7340042711301456732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-square-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SX7Yz2w-l-I/AAAAAAAAADU/jaxwZt64yJg/s72-c/Sad_1381.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-1046606255268356723</id><published>2009-01-25T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:20:23.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you had one shot, one opportunity&lt;br /&gt;To seize everything you ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;One moment&lt;br /&gt;Would you capture it or just let it slip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Lose Yourself, Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been listening to the song lately. Keep rewinding it. Playing it over and over again. I feel the adrenaline rush running through my vein whenever I hear the song. I feel so excited and wish I could fast forward the time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cepat-cepat la bulan Oktober&lt;/span&gt;. I can't wait. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont blew it this time around. I am not going to let it slip. Not this time. I'm going to make it happen. Although I'm so damn scared, I ain't going to let my fear controls me. My parents support me in whatever I do. Umi actually went with me to see the education advisor in Subang Jaya. Abah couldnt go with us, because we went there during Friday prayer. So. Next week I am going to UiTM to get all the needed documents and give them to my education advisor so he can take further action for my Cranfield application. He said that he will try to get the conditional offer for me, within 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umi said I should start &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sembahyang hajat&lt;/span&gt; everyday from now on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-1046606255268356723?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1046606255268356723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=1046606255268356723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1046606255268356723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/1046606255268356723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-scared-but-i-am-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-3559102376475407148</id><published>2009-01-23T08:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:32:16.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know if i should.&lt;br /&gt;i really want it. badly.&lt;br /&gt;i pray hard every day.&lt;br /&gt;my lecturer said, "&lt;em&gt;pejam mata and just go&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;she said she was the only girl in the class and the only Malay as well, the youngest too.&lt;br /&gt;but im already freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;im scared of the future, of whats going to happen, things that hasnt happened yet.&lt;br /&gt;im afraid of the challenges. will i survive?&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'll definitely be homesick.&lt;br /&gt;its like, im torn between with my dream and the people that i love.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to go. i really want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;i want to make Umi and Abah proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;uggh.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. but something is holding me back.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;its the fear. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-3559102376475407148?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3559102376475407148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=3559102376475407148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3559102376475407148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3559102376475407148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-if-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-8281456282964534958</id><published>2009-01-20T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:36:54.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"all love stories have one thing in common, you have to fight the odds to get there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh.&lt;br /&gt;go away love.&lt;br /&gt;go away butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im finally at the point where i really dont care anymore ( i think - i hope so )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-8281456282964534958?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8281456282964534958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=8281456282964534958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8281456282964534958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8281456282964534958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-love-stories-have-one-thing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-4929879255001616362</id><published>2009-01-18T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:28:28.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another post. probably the last one for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about the new airport drama, yes, i bet many of us had heard, the KLIA-East, in Labu. a brand spankin new LCCT, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. in LABU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about ridiculously 10 km away from KLIA Main Terminal Building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. and. we'll have the fastest departure and arrival time in airline history. depart in Sepang and arrive in Labu in just less than 5 mins. Yay! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the airport will be exclusively for AK flights only. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kiasu ke AirAsia ni? &lt;/span&gt;Or is it for the spirit of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Malaysia Boleh&lt;/span&gt;? Or.. hmm. you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i just hope Malaysia will remain as harmony and peaceful as it is now and then (although there's abit of chaos these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blog. again &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. ive deleted some posts. that are seemed to be &lt;em&gt;useless*&lt;/em&gt; / have no points at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*useless posts: due to my post-recovering -from- a-heartbroken-thing. bla. bla. bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-4929879255001616362?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4929879255001616362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=4929879255001616362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4929879255001616362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4929879255001616362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-8646197211703338344</id><published>2009-01-17T17:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:42:51.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw an article abt 'What's in a bag?' in The Star the day before yesterday (I think).&lt;br /&gt;and it mentioned that whats in your handbag can determine who you really are.  what you carry in your handbag says alot about you! how interesting.. ^.^ there's even a book titled How To Tell A Woman by Her Handbag written by Kathryn Eisman. so. here's whats in my handbag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SXGjjykWVEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Y_mr5IWvxY0/s1600-h/DSCN0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SXGjjykWVEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Y_mr5IWvxY0/s320/DSCN0167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292190872402023490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;cellphone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;purse - contains atm card, credit card (Umi said I can only use it for EMERGENCY. from my point of view, Shopping equals to Emergency. Hehe. Swap it, yeaa~), id card, old receipts, cash, small change, name cards, kfc's coupons, driving license, UiTM student id card, pocket calendar, membership cards.. etc yang seangkatan dengan nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;office name tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;car keys - the one with the rubber ducky keychain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;house keys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;house access card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;notebook -  i like to write. honest. i like to put my thoughts into words at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sony mp3 player&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nikon digital camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a few receipts, fine tix, domino's coupons, firefly's flight tix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pendrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfume - any girl should smells good. lancome so magic, althou I hv allergy.. I love the smells so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;panadols - really2 help during pms =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the makeup - compact powder, blusher, sunscreen, moisturizer, lip balm, vaseline&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dental floss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I carry more stuff in my handbag esp when travelling, or when I know I'm not going back home til night. I even carry umbrella, bottled water and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kain sembahyang&lt;/span&gt; in my handbag. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boleh muat&lt;/span&gt;. Really. My handbag will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sedikit kembung lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-8646197211703338344?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8646197211703338344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=8646197211703338344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8646197211703338344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8646197211703338344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-saw-article-abt-whats-in-bag-in-star.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SXGjjykWVEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Y_mr5IWvxY0/s72-c/DSCN0167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6548046570812407654</id><published>2009-01-13T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:09:27.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happened to the world?&lt;br /&gt;Palestinians are dying. And the world's watching. People do peaceful demos. But. Israel cant hear the world as they are too busy bombing here and there. Hearing loss due to chronic noise exposure. Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Israel.&lt;br /&gt;War is a primitive way as a solution over problem, eventhough you are using&lt;br /&gt;high-tech weapons (what a show-off! - the world are not even impress at all), still, it is a primitive solution. Only barbarians back in those days were using wars in any conflict even the stupid ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Israel.&lt;br /&gt;The land is not the only reason. People know. We know. It is also about the oil.&lt;br /&gt;The war perhaps is just a ploy because you have been killing Palestinians for years.&lt;br /&gt;The war created tension and will increase the price of oil. We know.&lt;br /&gt;Arab countries are taking no action but peaceful demos. Why? Because of the&lt;br /&gt;rise of price of oil. Asalkan $$ masuk, semua bagi green light. Fyi,&lt;br /&gt;crude oil per barrel now reach USD$48. We know. We see. Crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Israel.&lt;br /&gt;Are you possesed? Because a good sane man wouldnt do what you do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Israel.&lt;br /&gt;Israel who? Pardon me?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Cant hear you. Sorry. We are at war, remember?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6548046570812407654?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6548046570812407654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6548046570812407654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6548046570812407654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6548046570812407654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-happened-to-world-palestinians-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6514867897613767652</id><published>2009-01-12T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:56:14.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only Fooling Myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kate Voegele)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I stop to catch my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I stop to catch your eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No need to second-guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That you’ve been on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I dream days away, but that’s okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It’s like I want to hear a silent sound&lt;br /&gt;And then hold it in my hand&lt;br /&gt;But a rose won’t blossom from a ground&lt;br /&gt;Of desert sand, but I like to pretend that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One day I’ll turn around, I’ll see your hand reach out&lt;br /&gt;I’m only fooling myself, oh&lt;br /&gt;But maybe when you smile&lt;br /&gt;It means you’d stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe you’d save me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, now it’s etched in stone&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t survive alone&lt;br /&gt;You have the missing piece&lt;br /&gt;That I need so desperately&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I slip away to a day that’ll never come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  It’s like a splash of water to my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I suddenly realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That you could never find a place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For me in your eyes, and I don’t know why I keep thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It’s love in disguise&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lost in your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6514867897613767652?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6514867897613767652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6514867897613767652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6514867897613767652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6514867897613767652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/only-fooling-myself-kate-voegele-i-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-3355608368923657546</id><published>2009-01-10T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:48:58.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something's been creeping into my head these past few days (even today as well), turning my thoughts into a dizzy head. I was, kinda, almost falling apart. Thank God, I hv family and friends who will always keep my feet on the ground, who will remind me of who I really am, who will always be there for me no matter what. But I still need a distraction to keep me of off thinking of the things that are bugging me. Hee.. so I did a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;retail therapy**&lt;/span&gt; today, at Mid Valley with some friends. Zara (up to 70% - definitely a must buy for me!), Topshop, Dorothy Perkins, MNG, Esprit, Three Point Six, NafNaf.. all the good stores.. are having season clearance sales. It's too tempting. I couldnt resist. And so I bought a white Zara shirts, an MNG sweater and a Topshop long sleeve t-shirt. huu.. there goes one of my o-nine resolutions, which I can say 'failed' but I have a reason.. a very good ones - I was so stressed out ok. I need something to calm me down abit. Shopping is the best medicine..~ I have a bad habit. I never learn. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;**Retail therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; in definition, is shopping with the primary purpose of improving the buyer's mood or disposition. (1) Often seen in people during periods of depression or transition, it is normally a short-lived habit. Items purchased during periods of retail therapy are sometimes referred to as "comfort buys." - Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort buys. I like the sound of it. Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-3355608368923657546?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3355608368923657546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=3355608368923657546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3355608368923657546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3355608368923657546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/somethings-been-creeping-into-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-3085081570554165074</id><published>2009-01-09T23:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:29:44.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just because I have so much free time.&lt;br /&gt;Let see what's on my current playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;you cant break a broken heart, kate voegele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;only fooling myself, kate voegele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i cant break it to my heart, delta goodrem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lovebug, jonas brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;catch my disease, ben lee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7 things, miley cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forever and always, taylor swift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kindly unspoken, kate voegele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;better days, kate voegele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; out from under, britney spears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when you wish upon a star, kate voegele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'd lie, taylor swift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wont disagree, kate voegele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get back, demi lovato&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;should've said no, taylor swift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tonight, jonas brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;superhuman, chris brown ft keri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a little too late, delta goodrem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if it kills me, jason mraz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i heart, taylor swift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gotta be somebody, nickelback&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if today was your last day, nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crush, david archuletta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hallelujah, kate voegele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;say goodbye, chris brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wish you were here, kate voegele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;better in time, leona lewis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;elevator, florida ft timbaland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;yes. i seem to like Kate Voegele. i like her vocals, music and lyric . she's not that popular in malaysia. but she made a couple of appearances in One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some unknown reasons, i've been listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you cant break a broken heart&lt;/span&gt; over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no damage you can do now i'm immune to you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you cant break what broke apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; there's nothing you can do to me no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you can't break a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-3085081570554165074?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3085081570554165074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=3085081570554165074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3085081570554165074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/3085081570554165074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-because-i-have-so-much-free-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-8091031089661522484</id><published>2009-01-08T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:17:46.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you ever notice that there is always that&lt;br /&gt;particular line in that certain song, that always&lt;br /&gt;stands out in that certain way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And reminds you of that one person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-8091031089661522484?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8091031089661522484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=8091031089661522484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8091031089661522484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/8091031089661522484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-you-ever-notice-that-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-5452379519956193286</id><published>2009-01-04T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:31:42.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SWC-ryzGBnI/AAAAAAAAABw/QfyCDXZ5V5Y/s1600-h/joe3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SWC-ryzGBnI/AAAAAAAAABw/QfyCDXZ5V5Y/s320/joe3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287435622112691826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The good news is I found my prince charming.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Great hair. Nice smile. Good sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;He meets all the criteria.&lt;br /&gt;And the bad news is, he is way out of my league. Or Hanis would say it, "Earth to Azra!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SWDA1Q4geBI/AAAAAAAAACY/F6_MFjWMXEo/s1600-h/joe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SWDA1Q4geBI/AAAAAAAAACY/F6_MFjWMXEo/s320/joe2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287437983830538258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SWDA1ERoTyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aeJ14hei3Wo/s1600-h/joe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SWDA1ERoTyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aeJ14hei3Wo/s320/joe1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287437980446248738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SWDA1Q4geBI/AAAAAAAAACY/F6_MFjWMXEo/s1600-h/joe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanis seemed to notice that I like guys who has long/medium-length hair. I didn't even realized it before this. Now that she mentioned it to me. I think she's quite true about it.  Scott Moffatt, Gerard Way, Ben Barnes, Joe Jonas.. there is a similarity between them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-5452379519956193286?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5452379519956193286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=5452379519956193286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5452379519956193286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5452379519956193286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SWC-ryzGBnI/AAAAAAAAABw/QfyCDXZ5V5Y/s72-c/joe3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2493205700359531532</id><published>2009-01-01T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:46:05.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again. Yes. The time when we make promises to ourselves. I think it's more like of goals to be achieved on that particular year. Some calls, New Year Resolutions. Here's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will say no, when it's hard to say no&lt;br /&gt;2. No more impulse shopping ( No more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the perasan case&lt;/span&gt; of loads of $$)&lt;br /&gt;3. I will do a long list of pros and cons before making any purchase&lt;br /&gt;4. Stick to my diet and exercise more often, so I can fit in skinny jeans perfectly&lt;br /&gt;5. Be a better person; as a Muslim, as a Daughter, as a Friend, as a Human&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll do whatever it takes to go to Cranfield&lt;br /&gt;7. Save money. For trip to Europe this May/June&lt;br /&gt;8. No more retail theraphy =(&lt;br /&gt;9. Put the "you-were-my-favorite-drug" in a box. And throw it into the deepest ocean. Eventhough I know it wasn't that easy to put aside the feeling. Because it was one of the best part of my dream. But I will try.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'll give 101% of me to achieve all of the above. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;InsyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. My Mom's birthday is today! Happy Birthday Umi!!! (I miss her so bad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2493205700359531532?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2493205700359531532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2493205700359531532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2493205700359531532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2493205700359531532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2044175460478687544</id><published>2008-12-25T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:18:06.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SVNdzDrrqZI/AAAAAAAAABo/jjMUR18mN-U/s1600-h/thanku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SVNdzDrrqZI/AAAAAAAAABo/jjMUR18mN-U/s320/thanku.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283669919578958226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2044175460478687544?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2044175460478687544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2044175460478687544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2044175460478687544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2044175460478687544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SVNdzDrrqZI/AAAAAAAAABo/jjMUR18mN-U/s72-c/thanku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-2378876871876286399</id><published>2008-12-23T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:35:17.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm 22.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Single and Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"for life is full of challenges"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've handled 'em well, so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I have my pride &amp;amp; joy; my FAMILY, and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who will always be there for me, no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 22nd Birthday to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Somehow, I refuse to grow up )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-2378876871876286399?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2378876871876286399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=2378876871876286399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2378876871876286399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/2378876871876286399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-22.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-6119132743398001251</id><published>2008-12-07T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:17:49.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;’ve been crazily busy the whole week. I even thought I could die due to exhaustion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, here’s my daily routine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol  style="margin-top: 0in;font-family:trebuchet ms;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Force myself to wake up at 6.00 am *hits alarm clock and      throws it to the wall*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Drive in my awesome ‘black froggy’, to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Subang&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;      at 7.00 am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sit in front of the computer, and do whatever my boss tells      me to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After a long day at work, drive home at 5.00 pm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Get myself something to eat for dinner. Usually I      drive-thru.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crawl into bed at 9.30 pm. Gosh, Im starting to feel old..      GAHH!! I SEE HUGE WRINKLES ON MY FACE!!!HELLLPPPP!! XDD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Repeat steps 1 to 6 the next day. Not applicable on Saturday      and Sunday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss Mr Telly Vishion !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-6119132743398001251?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6119132743398001251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=6119132743398001251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6119132743398001251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/6119132743398001251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-ve-been-crazily-busy-whole-week_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-4239094430440351792</id><published>2008-11-28T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:05:14.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SS-Tk_sPlpI/AAAAAAAAABU/6G1Lzz2v0IM/s1600-h/DSCN0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SS-Tk_sPlpI/AAAAAAAAABU/6G1Lzz2v0IM/s320/DSCN0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273595952455718546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the famous Merlion.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Greetings from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am on a family vacation in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Just &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. We could have gone to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Turkey&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; if my internship did notstart on 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Damn!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is a definitely CLEAN country. Yeah. Totally A CLEAN country. and a FINE ones too.. Singapore is too perfect. No congestion. Efficient MRT system. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is wayyyyyyyy different, in a good way, from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Definitely very impressive ones, just looking how developed they had been. Hah, perhaps it is because of the KIASU attitude in everything. And yes, Singaporeans do have better taste in fashion. High fashion and more couture like. These are the reasons why I like Singapore so much! their taste in fashion, is SUPERB and affordable. I found a shop selling nice belts, at SGD2 per piece ( SGD2 x RM2.37 = RM4.72). You can't buy that kind of belts at that price in Malaysia. Handbags, bags, jackets, vests, watches.. etc.. I was rambang mata!!!! If I have all the money in the world I would buy all the shops in Singapore..! And Changi Airport. The beauty is unspeakable. Definitely deserved the best airport in the world award, for more than 16 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think I better stop now, as I could just go on and on, endlessly babbling about Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-4239094430440351792?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4239094430440351792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=4239094430440351792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4239094430440351792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4239094430440351792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/famous-merlion.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SS-Tk_sPlpI/AAAAAAAAABU/6G1Lzz2v0IM/s72-c/DSCN0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-972784143456683213</id><published>2008-11-22T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:54:15.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have my own plan.&lt;br /&gt;Do not tell me the dos and donts.&lt;br /&gt;I know myself better than anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-972784143456683213?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/972784143456683213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=972784143456683213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/972784143456683213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/972784143456683213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-my-own-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-5159424610006128765</id><published>2008-11-22T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:00:56.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello, tell me you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, you figured me out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something gave it away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it would be such a beautiful moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To see the look on your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To know that I know that you know now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why, we go carrying on for hours, on and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We get along much better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Than you and your boyfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well all I really wanna do is love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it kills me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well how long, can I go on like this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wishing to kiss you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before I rightly explode? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This double life I lead isn't healthy for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In fact it makes me nervous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I get caught I could be risking it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well maybe there's a lot that I miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In case I'm wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well all I really wanna do is love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A kind much closer than friends use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it kills me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I should be so bold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell you from the start how I've longed to be your man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I never said I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I'm gonna miss my chance again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I really wanna do is love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A kind much closer than friends use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it kills me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think it might kill me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah the feeling inside keeps building &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it kills me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It might kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Song: If It Kills Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;By: Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-5159424610006128765?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5159424610006128765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=5159424610006128765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5159424610006128765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/5159424610006128765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-it-kills-me-jason-mraz-hello-tell-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-7165331245356864090</id><published>2008-11-21T21:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:02:35.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fadz tagged me. Few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im not that familiar with this TAG thing. Hopefully Im not doing it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed  to do abt an opposite sex. So. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;A person who I used to be friend with (I think). Or maybe still friends. I dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the relationship of you and him&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unknown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your 5 impressions towards him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WORKAHOLIC!!!!!,&lt;br /&gt;Honest,&lt;br /&gt;Kind,&lt;br /&gt;Caring,&lt;br /&gt;he is filthy rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most memorable things he had done for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;N/A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most memorable things he have said to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got plenty of time for you my dear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he becomes your enemy, you will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He’s nowhere near to be my enemy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he becomes your enemy, the reason is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he broke my heart, but I cant evn think of one single reason to hate him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most desirable thing to do on him is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha. Very funny. I would do nothing. Nada nein.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The overall impression of him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PERFECT. Considering the steady career, the CAR, the salary he's making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How should I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The character of you for yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Webster hasnt found the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Impulse-shopper. Okay. I hate myself more when I am in Malas mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most ideal person that you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry to say but, I love the idea of ME.. Hyuk-hyuk (*.~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the people who care about and like you, say something about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thnk you for ur support! Thnk you. Without u guys, I’d be nothing. Thnk you. (Applause)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 people to tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most of names below have done these Qs. But Im going to list them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;1. Fadz&lt;br /&gt;2. Jema&lt;br /&gt;3. Gta&lt;br /&gt;4. Hani&lt;br /&gt;5. Nedd&lt;br /&gt;6. Intan&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is no. 2 having a relationship with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is no. 3 a male or a female?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is no. 1 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it is.. Built Environment&lt;/em&gt; sumtin, sumtin. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is no. 4 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think so. Hani are you single?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is no. 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nur Nadeera&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say something about no. 6?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is studying in Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-7165331245356864090?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7165331245356864090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=7165331245356864090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7165331245356864090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7165331245356864090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/fadz-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-7565812489808327397</id><published>2008-11-17T10:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:37:14.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If we talk, will it make any difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No, it won't. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;So please, let go of everything. and &lt;em&gt;stop&lt;/em&gt; doing this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile.. but I miss my own more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-7565812489808327397?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7565812489808327397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=7565812489808327397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7565812489808327397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/7565812489808327397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-we-talk-will-it-make-any-difference.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12183780.post-4041592150632758930</id><published>2008-11-06T20:57:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:21:02.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Some of my friends got married alrdy. Some of them evn had babies.&lt;br /&gt;Me! I dont evn hv a boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Calon pun tak ada. Huhu. Not that I dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;But because I know what my real priorities are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;and I hv other commitment (my goals!), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;which are far much important than being in a serious relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I found this interesting poem, kinda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I think every girl wants something like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;(including me - but add up one more, which is cukup sembahyang lima waktu..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I want a guy to sweat when he sees me&lt;br /&gt;But smells good no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a guy who I can wrestle&lt;br /&gt;But knows when he needs to be gentle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be dangerous&lt;br /&gt;But not at all careless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a guy who makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;But not because he hurts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a guy who would pay any price for me&lt;br /&gt;But not try to buy my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a guy who will make it happen&lt;br /&gt;But won’t just say if it’s meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a guy who will show me his true self&lt;br /&gt;But not hide it when he’s at his worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a guy who will make me feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But won’t treat me like a trophy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a guy who will make me feel like I’m the smartest&lt;br /&gt;But be able to teach me something new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be my everything&lt;br /&gt;But understand that he can’t just be my one thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to always be able to think of something to do&lt;br /&gt;But be content doing absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to challenge me&lt;br /&gt;But know not to push too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to always be near&lt;br /&gt;But only when I can feel that he wants to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to give me the world whenever&lt;br /&gt;But not expect anything in return every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to have a good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;But not make a joke out of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be goal-oriented&lt;br /&gt;But always keep me in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be confident&lt;br /&gt;But be humble and have a few insecurities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a guy to speak philosophically&lt;br /&gt;But only if it’s from experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to ask what I’m thinking&lt;br /&gt;But be able to already know my answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to be mysterious&lt;br /&gt;But to tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to think “I can’t believe he’s mine”&lt;br /&gt;But never think I’m not worthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem what I want is perfect&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not – it’s just what I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Corinne Angel, Brittain Miller, Jeff Rossini and Ashley Ethridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12183780-4041592150632758930?l=rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4041592150632758930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12183780&amp;postID=4041592150632758930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4041592150632758930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12183780/posts/default/4041592150632758930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockstarsbaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-of-my-friends-got-married-alrdy.html' title=''/><author><name>Azra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7fznKd2m4Uk/SoQAky3V7aI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oOq2RV-4cBc/S220/DSC04023+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
