<?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-8356906319138698606</id><updated>2012-01-24T04:00:21.652-08:00</updated><category term='qwerty phones'/><category term='2009'/><category term='sad'/><category term='Mega O.I.S'/><category term='kbox'/><category term='Where She Went'/><category term='Essay Writing'/><category term='trilogy'/><category term='Hobbies'/><category term='books'/><category term='gilegile'/><category term='malina'/><category term='Damaged Keyboard'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='Kimberly Pauley'/><category term='smmg'/><category term='Oratory'/><category term='Speech'/><category term='goal'/><category term='dvd'/><category term='University of Bath'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='hamzah pahlawan'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='Man U'/><category term='home'/><category term='Skinfood'/><category term='SMARTER Brunei'/><category term='School life'/><category term='Gayle Forman'/><category term='Charity'/><category term='Recommended: This is a star'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='technology(s)'/><category term='2000'/><category term='qilah'/><category term='Photoscape'/><category term='sports'/><category term='Liverpool'/><category term=':('/><category term='DYou'/><category term='Celebration'/><category term='Life/News'/><category term='Hiatus'/><category term='greetings'/><category term='canteen'/><category term='Notes.'/><category term='DOPE'/><category term='the little riders - 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Rare occasions. News flash. Routines. Interests. People. Taylor Swift. I talk about these things. And more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>566</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-8836914244149336023</id><published>2012-01-24T04:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T04:00:21.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Hallu. I am not sure if you're curious about how my sixth form life is going but there's one thing that I can tell you; History is crazy. I think it's the toughest subject yet. This was the subject that I was less terrified of because... I thought I know how it'd be but I was wrong. Huge gap is huge and the other subjects are somewhat..."better" as of now. Uhphew. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Good luck to me and to whoever is taking this as their A level. :) lol&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'&gt;posted from &lt;a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'&gt;Bloggeroid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-8836914244149336023?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/8836914244149336023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=8836914244149336023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8836914244149336023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8836914244149336023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2012/01/who-knew.html' title='Who knew'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-8210867162590359539</id><published>2012-01-17T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T05:06:40.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yez</title><content type='html'>I am happy where I am, even if something so little bothers me so much but I think I'll pass by that one day, thinking of it as history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift's gonna be the cover of Vogue's magazine. Excited is me. I need news! :~D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-8210867162590359539?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/8210867162590359539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=8210867162590359539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8210867162590359539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8210867162590359539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2012/01/yez.html' title='Yez'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-5683843893883171486</id><published>2012-01-11T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T03:31:59.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>Don't come to me and say sorry for not texting earlier unless if you have a solid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're making me drift away. And you know that I do not want this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like all those other girls who hate you for spending most of your time with your lovely game. I want to understand. I am trying. And it feels like... now I know why they do that to you. and I do not want to do that to you. I don't want anger to get in the way. Because I assume you know what's best for you and you know how to think for yourself. You can take your own actions without having to tell me every single thing. Whatever. And I just want to say that... If you care.. If you even care, please re-think and re-organize your priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be in your set of important things and if that is so, please... please tell me. You know that you're making me confused with all of these things that you're doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I feel very much needed and another, I feel very much unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't feel good and I need to move on to my History homework. Another pain in the ass. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT REALLY THOUGH.. Maybe to just enjoy the ride is the WAY but GOD KNOWS how much it complicates my life sometimes. Like when you have confusions lingering in your mind. and you want to sort it out but it seems impossible... like... eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, you know? Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-5683843893883171486?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/5683843893883171486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=5683843893883171486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5683843893883171486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5683843893883171486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2012/01/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-3594776132541357330</id><published>2012-01-11T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T03:23:18.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History? Huge Gap</title><content type='html'>It's only the sixth day of school. or something. and as of now, the most complicated subject is History.&lt;br /&gt;I think the syllabus is different. I mean, DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's just that we have to make our own notes. (Lol, too used to bein spoonfed. damn it.) And here I am trying to lead an independent life but I stwuggleeee.... :( Not just our own notes though, the things that we are asked to read at home are super dull. I got distracted easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like... One paragraph done and..... then me thinks of food. Another paragraph done... then me thinks of sleeping. IDDDUNNOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always lost. Esh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to catch up soon. Need to read frequently despite the UNATTRACTIVE textbooks! Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the life, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, If you're still doing O-levels and below, FEEL LUCKY. And be prepared to move on to one hell of a challenging ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-3594776132541357330?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/3594776132541357330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=3594776132541357330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3594776132541357330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3594776132541357330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2012/01/history-huge-gap.html' title='History? Huge Gap'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-8498317792343460281</id><published>2012-01-10T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:18:05.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the bench. Not needed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I don't feel needed. I feel like a side dish. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It seems like... Whatever you spend your time most with is the most important thing to ye. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yea great. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I really thought what we have is something real. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don't know anymore. And oh, I suck for being poor at saying brb. I suck for always staying by your side. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am human. I do get tired sometimes for being left behind. But since I care about you, I tend to leave my aggressiveness aside as it won't bring any good. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Idk man. But I deserve to voice my unsatisfications. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I need to stop hoping. Or something. I don't know anymore. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can live alone but you know that it's always better to live it with someone. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;All these months, I think I am doing a fine job at understanding your lifestyle and whatnot. But are my efforts worth it? I don't know. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Do I have to take crazy actions? You know that it won't be necessary. And you and I both know that we are young adults. We need to think wiser and whatever. And I know, I still make mistakes. Duh! But .... I am learning. Okay....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'&gt;posted from &lt;a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'&gt;Bloggeroid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-8498317792343460281?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/8498317792343460281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=8498317792343460281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8498317792343460281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8498317792343460281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2012/01/on-bench-not-needed.html' title='On the bench. Not needed.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-1729112559751087472</id><published>2012-01-09T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:47:10.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hewwo :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;School started a week ago. Things got hectic. Ok not really. I just got tired. Trying to get used to the constant afternoon classes and the switching classes thing. And also, I am in the process of breaking the awkwardness. Ohh why am I so awkward? Lol! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Besides all that, yesterday.. I got the chance to talk to me friend about LoL. I asked him to explain about a few things because..... This matizzle has successfully conquered 50% of the male gender. (false statistics btw but approx!) And ohhh wow... It felt good knowing the tactics. Champions. Points. Rates and stuff. And he even showed me a video which I forwarded to him later on. So, knowledge about LoL: Increased! Yeah! Thats a win! :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And its almost 1AM. Fudddgggee it. I have been procrastinating. UGH. Was into reading this particular text but stopped because of the time and here i m... Hahahaha! Jk. I am going now. Good night guys.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'&gt;posted from &lt;a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'&gt;Bloggeroid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-1729112559751087472?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/1729112559751087472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=1729112559751087472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1729112559751087472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1729112559751087472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2012/01/hewwo.html' title='Hewwo :)'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-8654096413891152379</id><published>2012-01-09T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:41:46.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Testing this app on my device. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-8654096413891152379?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/8654096413891152379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=8654096413891152379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8654096413891152379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8654096413891152379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey-guys.html' title='Hey guys'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-8969580953061328951</id><published>2012-01-03T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:37:43.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkin' to a non-living thing</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. My school will start in less than 7 hours and I am still trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;New school... Wow. I am not sure how to cope with this but I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a hard time trying to sleep right now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried watching a YouTube video...&lt;br /&gt;I have tried reading a book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am just talking to the cute teddy bear he got me.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL, Don't call me loco now.&lt;br /&gt;I am just asking this cute lil teddy why she's looking at me.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Good bye for now. Will continue talking to this cutie till I fall asleep! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-8969580953061328951?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/8969580953061328951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=8969580953061328951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8969580953061328951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8969580953061328951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2012/01/talkin-to-non-living-thing.html' title='Talkin&apos; to a non-living thing'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-2442963082931150351</id><published>2012-01-01T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:40:53.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Challenge (Tumblr-related)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;New Year Challenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;1. Five things you have accomplished in 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Presented my speech in front of several classes including the principal and the assistants.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being in top 8 finals of BELTA 's 38th Oratory Competition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acted in front of my school for the short play even though we sucked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading a lot LOT of story books (novels)!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got closer to you (again) :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;2. Four things you regret about 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fell for the sugar coated words.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being lied to over and over again even though it was pretty obvious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not thinking thoroughly / wisely before talking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wasted my time waiting for someone hopeless during my June's holiday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;3. Three people who you are glad to have met or become closer to in 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hallie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wadud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new buddies in Menglait's SEEDS :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;4. Two memorable moments from 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending my December holiday with you :*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finalist of BELTA :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;5. One wish for 2012 Happy New Year Everyone! Lets Hope it will be Better than the Last!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish that this is just the beginning, not where the storyline ends because you are just.. someone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(created by&amp;nbsp;love-and-applesauce.tumblr.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-2442963082931150351?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/2442963082931150351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=2442963082931150351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2442963082931150351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2442963082931150351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-challenge-tumblr-related.html' title='New Year Challenge (Tumblr-related)'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-5401441717000860128</id><published>2012-01-01T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:10:04.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAZING FIRST DAY</title><content type='html'>My first day of 2012 aka 1st January 2012 was amazing. I spent lots of quality time with an amazing someone. I will update soon. Stay tuned. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-5401441717000860128?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/5401441717000860128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=5401441717000860128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5401441717000860128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5401441717000860128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2012/01/amazing-first-day.html' title='AMAZING FIRST DAY'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7174833026966666862</id><published>2011-12-22T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T09:31:43.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>December Baby</title><content type='html'>How's my December, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;GREAT. AMAZING. AWESOME. YEAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my friends and my family and more friends and that friend and that friend again. What a month. I highly appreciate this month. It's brought me closer to relaxation and the loved ones. Like woah! Finally. No part time job! (Yes, I had a part time job in December for the past two years). But now, NO NO NO and everything is like up to me. And as much as I can remember, I have only couch potato -ed for two whole days and the rest? With them people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Nuff braggin. Lemme show you the pics that I have in me phone right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx9jdyCs6X8/TvNohpBiUqI/AAAAAAAAAn4/kSDK08kk3eY/s1600/IMAG0209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx9jdyCs6X8/TvNohpBiUqI/AAAAAAAAAn4/kSDK08kk3eY/s320/IMAG0209.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Visitin our fellow mate in Mamih Beribi. Terus hang out. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vP3XoQYM6nA/TvNop-0clDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/qM0QSivridc/s1600/IMAG0235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vP3XoQYM6nA/TvNop-0clDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/qM0QSivridc/s320/IMAG0235.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Visiting the snakes in House of Snakes at Edutainment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FYI, I did touch them snakes okay. I was just behind the camera.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3SAvxy0djE/TvNo2EO_gAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/fH9ZenGcTXM/s1600/IMAG0251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3SAvxy0djE/TvNo2EO_gAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/fH9ZenGcTXM/s320/IMAG0251.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The "violin" pencil that I got for Aqidah. Glad that she's lovin' it. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guys, honestly, I am losing my blogging skills. Or maybe I was just never good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Perasan jua eh. Ha ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess that's all from me for now. I am moving on to my private palace. Nyeheh. :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-7174833026966666862?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7174833026966666862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7174833026966666862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7174833026966666862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7174833026966666862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-baby.html' title='December Baby'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dx9jdyCs6X8/TvNohpBiUqI/AAAAAAAAAn4/kSDK08kk3eY/s72-c/IMAG0209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-1834614164059725889</id><published>2011-12-22T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T09:21:38.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation + New babies (aka books)</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Free, I am. So, Let me start updating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I just got back from me vacation last two weeks. It was ~nice~. Visited a lot of relatives from Kuala Lumpur, Kluang, Batu Pahat, Johor Bahru, Melaka, Felda.... and a lot more. I am not good at making friends and all that so I was pretty quiet. Yeap. It was similiar to Eid Ul Fitr except that we were in Malaysia and were casually dressed. Not that it matters but uh, Foodies. The foods that were served... They reminded me of Brunei. Like, how we ALWAYS serve food no matter what. Nyeh. It's okay, I can just like.. exercise.... unfortunately, that is not gonna happen anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am not sure if you've been following my Twitter and Instagram -- Cos I posted several photos there. Which is linked to my twitter. But whatever. Let me upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I will just do it soon. Because they are in my iPod and the camera. But I am too lazy to like, transfer the photos from the camera and everything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS NEXT? ME BOOKS? YES? OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought like 7 books in total and that's excluding the series that I bought which has up to 8 books. LUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh guys, Did I tell you that I grabbed a few awesome books from Popular in Miri a few months back? Here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVnw-AH4lS4/TvNkqLbwlsI/AAAAAAAAAnU/wZTnumBaJ9k/s1600/hello+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVnw-AH4lS4/TvNkqLbwlsI/AAAAAAAAAnU/wZTnumBaJ9k/s320/hello+.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Recommended by some fellas. And I haven't touched any of those. Lol. Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on! Books from Kuala Lumpur! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WoTwO2DOpfU/TvNmUcrMCNI/AAAAAAAAAng/-KDr57zcRz4/s1600/dum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WoTwO2DOpfU/TvNmUcrMCNI/AAAAAAAAAng/-KDr57zcRz4/s320/dum.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anna and the Green Gables! *love*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1f2XxiB_PlU/TvNmhfXis6I/AAAAAAAAAns/mE1F6f00yBg/s1600/IMAG0255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1f2XxiB_PlU/TvNmhfXis6I/AAAAAAAAAns/mE1F6f00yBg/s320/IMAG0255.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Missing from above: A Need So Beautiful by Suzanne Young&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, as you can see, I am pretty much into YA Contemporary and Dystopian. Anyway, I should really stop babbling about them, books. Ha ha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-1834614164059725889?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/1834614164059725889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=1834614164059725889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1834614164059725889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1834614164059725889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/12/vacation-new-babies-aka-books.html' title='Vacation + New babies (aka books)'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVnw-AH4lS4/TvNkqLbwlsI/AAAAAAAAAnU/wZTnumBaJ9k/s72-c/hello+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-1044180552544595762</id><published>2011-12-22T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:25:07.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>Hello guys. It has been awhile. I have so many things to talk about but I am unsure of which blog to use right now. I am not sure if I am going to go personal about the general things or go private about the personal things. I know it doesn't make any sense. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I am reading right now is talking about Christmas. I feel like wishing you guys a Merry Xmas! (because of it) But what the hell? LOLZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-1044180552544595762?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/1044180552544595762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=1044180552544595762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1044180552544595762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1044180552544595762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/12/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-5898417500826224209</id><published>2011-09-06T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:22:57.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi galsbois</title><content type='html'>I suck at rating books. It's very rare of me to rate 2/5 even if that's a common. So I'm suggesting everyone out there to not rely on me when it comes to this unless if I claim the book to be absolutely interesting and amazing. Banar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my most suggested books are like the common Hunger Games and If I stay, the series. Too good, fella. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-5898417500826224209?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/5898417500826224209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=5898417500826224209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5898417500826224209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5898417500826224209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/09/hi-galsbois.html' title='Hi galsbois'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-3941007480192911607</id><published>2011-08-28T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:22:18.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Uncontrollable Book Lists</title><content type='html'>Here, I present you my to-read list. I need to buy most of them while the classics can be found online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Oh, It's funny how a lot of debut authors are going with Dystopia. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YA Fiction (stand-alone):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ten Things We Did And Probably Shouldn't Have (Sarah Mlynowski)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beautiful Between ( Alyssa B. Sheinmel)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dirty Little Secrets (C.J. Omololu)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going Too Far (Jennifer Echols)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Entangled (Cat Clarke)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Runaway (Wendelin Ven Draanen)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instructions For A Broken Heart (Kim Culbertson)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer (Michelle Hodkin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Princess of Las Pulgas (C. Lee McKenzie)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;North of Beautiful (Justina Chen Headley)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On The Jellicoe Road (Melina Marchetta)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Chosen One (Carol Lynch Williams)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Anna and The French Kiss (Stephanie Perkins)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once Was Lost (Sara Zarr)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving Up The V (Serena Robar)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay (Deb Caletti)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living Dead Girl (Elizabeth Scott)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Unwritten Rule (Elizabeth Scott)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moonglass (Jessi Kirby)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beginning of After (Jennifer Castle)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over protected (Jennifer Laurens)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You Have Seven Messages (Stewart Lewis)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mockingbird (Kathryn Erskine) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;*Autistic protagonist! That's exiciting! :)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invincible Summer (Hannah Moskowitz)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm Not Her (Janet Gutler)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Education of Hailey Kendrick (Eileen Cook)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dreams of Significant Girls (Cristina Garcia)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cracked Up To Be (Courtney Summers)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Oil (Laura Buzo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Lonely Hearts Club (Elizabeth Eulberg)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boys, Girls and Other Hazardous Materials (Rosalind Wiseman)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I Love Him (Amanda Grace)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You Against Me (Jenny Downham)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beauty Queens (Libba Bray)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes It Happens (Lauren Barnholdt)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Probability of Miracles (Wendy Wunder)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other Words For Love (Lorraine Zago Rosenthal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second Kiss (Natalie Palmer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Fine Art of Truth &amp;amp; Dare (Melissa Jensen)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Statistical Probability of Love At First Sight (Jennifer E. Smith)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sixteenth Summer (Michelle Dolton)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Piper's Son (Melina Marchetta)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very LeFreak (Rachel Cohn)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salvaged (Stelfine Miller)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Secret Language of Girls (Frances O'roark Dowell)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psych Major Syndrome (Alicia Thompson)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful Disaster (Jamie McGuire)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful Malice (Rebecca James)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love Story (Jennifer Echols)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything Beautiful Began After (Simon Van Booy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Life, The Theater &amp;amp; Other Tragedies (Allen Zadoff)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgotten (Cat Patrick)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And Then Things Fall Apart (Arlaina Tirbensky)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lola And The Boy Next Door (Stephanie Perkins)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some Girls Are (Courtney Summers)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ditched: A Love Story (Robin Mellom)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Story Of Us (Deb Caletti)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Catastrophic History of You And Me (Jess Rothenberg)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Famished (Lauren Hammond)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's So Dead To Us (Kieran Scott)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Secret Life of Prince Charming (Deb Caletti)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss Crush Collide (Meredith...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still Waters (Emma Carlson Berne)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There You'll find Me (Jenny B. Jones)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amplified (Tara Kelly)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Future of Us (Jay Asher)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grounding Quinn (Stephanie Campbell)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best. Ramadan. Ever. (Madeia Sharif)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Audition (Stasia Ward Kehoe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YA Fiction (series):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Delirium #1,&lt;/s&gt;2&lt;s&gt;,&lt;/s&gt;3 (Lauren Oliver)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Summer #1&lt;/s&gt;,2,3 (Jenny Han)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hourglass #1-2 (Myra McEntire)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Perfect Chemistry #1-&lt;/s&gt;2-3 (Simone Elkeles)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medusa Girls #1-2 (Tera Lynn Childs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wedding Planner's Daughter #1-6 (Coleen Murtagh Paratore)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birthright #1 (Gabrielle Zabin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Keeper's Of Life [The Marked Son] #1 (Shea Berkley)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confessions of Georgia Nicolson #1-10 (Lousie Rennison) &lt;i&gt;**Holy maw att ze no. of bO.Oks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Anne Of Green Gabbles #1-8 (LM Montgomery)&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;**Read the shortest version which ws abs insufficient&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Demon's Trappers #0.5.-3 (Jana Oliver) &lt;i&gt;**Wow, book 0.5? lol!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Need So Beautiful #1-2 (Suzanne Young)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessica Darling #1-5 (Megan McCafferty)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Classics:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Grapes of Wrath (John Steinbeck)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Giving Tree (Shel Silverstein)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madame Bovary (Gustave Flaubert)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Extra-Ordinary Wishes&lt;/b&gt; (...&lt;i&gt;because they're not my usuals but the blurbs caught meh. You can even tell by the titles that they're not YAs&lt;/i&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Paris Wife (Paula McLain)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madame Tussaud (Michelle Moran)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Preferably US version because the book covers are always a lot nicer :p)&lt;/i&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;This Lullaby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lock and Key&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keeping The Moon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Along For The Ride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What happened to Goodbye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Maybe(s):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garden Spells (Sarah Allen Addison)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Sister's Keeper (Jodi Piccoult)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Epic Fail (Claire LaZebnik)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second Chance Summer (Morgan Matson)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When The Stars Go Blue (Caridad Ferrer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything Else But Love (Ankita Chadha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Non-Fiction [I guess]:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bossypants (Tina Fey)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEVER KNEW THAT......... IT WOULD BE THAT MANY. O M G. BAH BYE. THIS IS NOT GOOD. Even $400 doesn't sound enough now. Welpppppppppppppp......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what would be a good idea? &lt;b&gt;HAVE A FREAKIN RELIABLE UP-TO-DATE NATIONAL LIBRARY.&lt;/b&gt; Uh :( Sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Are there anymore non-fiction books that are worth my time/money/energy? I don't know why I'm interested [for now].&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......and so, my longest, dullest, boringest post will end right here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you to my source and major influence: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.Goodreads.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-3941007480192911607?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/3941007480192911607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=3941007480192911607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3941007480192911607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3941007480192911607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/08/uncontrollable-book-lists.html' title='Uncontrollable Book Lists'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-3384454536242494909</id><published>2011-08-28T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:23:23.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Hi buku</title><content type='html'>My love for books is growing and it's beyond my control. And the fact that I have someone to talk to about it in real life is just fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, remember when I said I was going to order books through Amazon? Forget it. I'll just wait for the right time, like when someone goes abroad, like Kuala Lumpur or Singapore, then I'll ask them for some help. A LOT of help actually, since 10 books are pretty..... heavy. Shipping and the price are crazy, actually. I know we've our very own online store in Brunei but I don't know. They require advanced payment or deposit which I do not like, since 1. I do not drive. 2. It's a hassle. Road trips, the process and everything else. 3. I do not have a bank account that I'm allowed to use just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. Moving on to authors that I adore because I just feel like writing now. So yeah. Deal with it or leave. Teehee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lauren Oliver.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; She is a dystopian writer. Her book 'Before I Fall' was an amazing read. Her second book, Delirium. It's a 3-book series. I don't know why I wasn't interested in this but I think I'm going to give it a shot now. It seems interesting. Forbidden love. oh sounds cliche aye? Not until you read the blurb. It's totally different than the way I say it cos I suck. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deb Caletti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I'm in need of her books. I read The Nature of Jade which captured my heart. I was so lucky that they sold that ONE (and only) book of hers in Best Eastern. I regret nothing, my friend. Deb Caletti is an amazing Young Adult Writer. Hats off, milady! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarah Dessen. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Ok. I think I've talked too much about her but let me make things clear. Not all of her books attracts me but all of them are super fine. Her products got swag, y'all! She's got a way with words. Like, whew! Amajing! I'm currently reading Just Listen, one of her books and so far so good! I'm &amp;nbsp;lagging, I know. It's just that... I've been busy. And O levels is haunting me so badly that I couldn't stick to it wholeheartedly but I swear, THIS sounds uber good. :) I want more of you, who cares about what I think of her previous books! Different book, different story, different overview, different rating, all different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Gayle Forman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;ABSOLUTELY JAW-DROPPING. HEART WRENCHING. HEART BREAKING. Oh my god. Just name it, she's got it! Her two-book series, If I Stay was ....... RAWR! 5 stars! Could be 6, if possible. Ok, her second book is better and the way she wrote it was so good. The first book was narrated by Mia Hall and the male protagonist, Adam Wilde, narrated the second book. COOL HUH?! Seriously guys, if you are a YA Fiction (Young Adult) fan then you should definitely read this. No regrets! But sorry if you don't fancy these kinds. Hehe, I'm just pouring out my thoughts akay. It was too good. Ok stop zah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Suzanne Collins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The lady who is about to rule the world. Or maybe she already did! Her series, The Hunger Games had successfully pulled me in. I've read the first book and the 2nd &amp;amp; 3rd are on hold because I do not want to distract myself any further. All these activities that I'm in are enough. Oh guilty pleasure :s &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I SO CANNOT WAIT FOR THE MOVIE TO COME OUT NEXT YEAR! Starring Jennifer Lawrence, Josh Hutcherson (hottieee, gash) &amp;amp; Liam Hemsworth (That 'The Last Song' guy)... Like oooooyeah. Hot stuff saja! :D :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Oh, I've been introduced to new authors. Some of which are pretty familiar but 've never read any of their books before. Gracias pals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lee Monroe &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(Dark Heart Forever Series) by &lt;i&gt;Aqidah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; the cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;William Golding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lord of The Flies) by &lt;i&gt;Mrs Alder&lt;/i&gt;, the uber awesome English teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nora Roberts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Quartet Something) by &lt;i&gt;Sir Asmal&lt;/i&gt;, the teacher! -He gave me the third book only. .-. So, I must go get the First Two in order to understand the third. Ha ha. You're so good, Mr! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cecelia Ahern&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Thanks for The Memories) by &lt;i&gt;BELTA&lt;/i&gt;. Yeap, one of the books given to the library. I was allowed to pick one and this is my first time reading her stuff so yaaaahhhh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**AND ALL OF EM BOOKS ARE ON MY TO BE READ. I'll so have my own books fest after my exams. Yesssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-3384454536242494909?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/3384454536242494909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=3384454536242494909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3384454536242494909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3384454536242494909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-buku.html' title='Hi buku'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-6375869379987151010</id><published>2011-08-28T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T10:50:18.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homestay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Holidays 3</title><content type='html'>Oh wow. I've been enjoying my holidays and it's coming to an end. Duh. Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, We had two Japanese students staying with us last week. That was fun but I wasn't so close to them, the language was hard. My sister was the most&amp;nbsp;favoured&amp;nbsp;one since they were able to speak to her easily. Prolly because of her ability in speaking Japanese? So lucky. I know. (FYI, their names are Atsuka [F,16] and Katsuhito [M,17].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Then, reality hit me after their departure. I had to do my revision and all. BUT then, what came next was Raya Shopping. I tried to minimise my expenses this year because I am not that excited plus I'm not going to celebrate it fully. Maybe my full blast will only last for two days. Yeah, so much for having O levels around the corner. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I just did my revision on History &amp;amp; Malay Proverbs. I don't know, it sounds better than having to say..."No, I haven't even touched my books." You know.... it's sad :( I've been there and No. I'm not proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, still not proud enough though since it was just like 0.05% of the whole thing. Ugh. I've a lot more to do and I feel soooooo carefree. Gash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Anyway, people, please pray for my success and I will surely pray for yours. And please wish that I'd be more diligent and all those good things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and THANK YOU very much if you did and if you didn't (it's okay, we don't always get what we want, right). May god bless you! May your lives be filled with happiness and joy and be surrounded with people you love. May you be filled with endless rezeki. And May you, too, be successful in everything you do. Amin! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-6375869379987151010?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/6375869379987151010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=6375869379987151010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6375869379987151010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6375869379987151010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/08/holidays-3.html' title='Holidays 3'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-1097413465364489839</id><published>2011-08-15T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T05:47:30.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Goodreads.com, you the master!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am extra and super excited to have these items in my hands. Brr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sister agreed to help me get them online considering Brunei...... Aish. Malas lah nak cakap. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't be all demanding if it wasn't because of Goodreads. 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Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been jamming to country songs.&lt;br /&gt;A number of Taylor Swift's songs.&lt;br /&gt;Just what I needed! Alright. Chaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-5209786370608127348?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/5209786370608127348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=5209786370608127348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5209786370608127348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5209786370608127348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/08/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-742326475515639955</id><published>2011-08-11T21:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:16:11.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow. Never thought that I still have friends who are active with their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just surprised okay. Okay, bye. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-742326475515639955?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/742326475515639955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=742326475515639955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/742326475515639955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/742326475515639955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-6103034095265347694</id><published>2011-08-01T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:13:21.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEEDS Brunei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current reads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If I stay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayle Forman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oratory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teen Vogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O level'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essay Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where She Went'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DYou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speech'/><title type='text'>All in one.</title><content type='html'>Well well well. There are just so many things that I feel like telling. I should list it down. Right right? Okay, what do you care. Before that! It might be a little too much so it might be darn long. so... THIS is a warning. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm sorta lazy to divide these things into different posts. Time consuming bah! &amp;nbsp;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So here goes:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. My Oratory competition experience.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Love life. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wow, sounds exclusive, right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. O levels being around the corner.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. SEEDS being excluded in my yearly activity.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Shocking?! Yeap.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. The Brunei Times essay writing competition.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Did I join? Come find out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Teen Vogue Magazine and Disney You&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;What's happenin?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. The article I wrote for SEEDS Brunei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I promised them that I would put it here. #forgetful!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. My current reads.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Great book y'all. Come on, find out! :-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. My Oratory competition experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an absolutely unforgettable experience. It was something that I was so glad of. I was so happy that I made the right choice. I accepted this wholeheartedly. Such opportunity rarely comes by so I hope it explains my jumping up and down. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this thing wouldn't have reached me if I didn't win the&lt;i&gt; Inter-class Speech Competition&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in my school, back in 2010. That, too, was unforgettable but that was much more easier compared to this, big, national-ish competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in case you forgot, I was selected to join 7 others for the Final round of the &lt;i&gt;5th BELTA Oratory Competition&lt;/i&gt;. Only 8 out of 34 will make it to the finals. Wow, right? And that's not even half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My topic for the final round was, "How does this proverb applies to today's world? A Soft Answer Turns Away Wrath". When I first saw this.... I was..... completely... blank. Like.... What is this?! But of course I overcame the problem. Discussed it with my coach. Googled stuff and&lt;i&gt; ta-daa! &lt;/i&gt;and NO. It wasn't easy. It took a lot of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beltaazzah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/beltaazzah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(During the qualifying round. Darn, my tudong is a spoiler and my facial expression! but its okay. it shows that I have emotions. expressions. whatever you call it. haha. Credits to BELTAMatters facebook page)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND then, I had to bail out of the rehearsals due to my qualifying exams.&lt;i&gt; Priorities, priorities~&lt;/i&gt; I was only done with the exams like... one week before. OH hell yes I was nervous. Because right after my exams, the finalists were gathered for a &lt;i&gt;Public Speaking Workshop by Ms Linda&lt;/i&gt;. It was awesome yet nerve-racking.. To be surrounded by my opponents who are so fluent in English, compared to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I have problems with English. Sometimes grammar but I'd usually find an alternative way and mostly&amp;nbsp;pronunciations. That's my major problem! I'm easily confused by the widely-used language and the pronunciations used by different races. Like, which is American again? Oh, isn't that British? You know. That kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, time passed by and a few days before my speech.... Mrs Holland came in and helped. I had a great time correcting some of my pronunciations. but HARD! Her tongue is used to it, of course. She's used to shaping her lips, playing around with her tongue for various words and I am not! and so she taught me about the placement of the tongue and things. &lt;b&gt;British accent... is hard.&lt;/b&gt; easy to imitate of course but it won't sound that original. Easy to trace also! Mr Hansman did help,too. But he kind of forgave me because he knows that it's not my mother tongue language. But I HAD A GREAT TIME. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also presented my speech in front of classes. Apparently, this is a huge thing for my school! Big news, I even presented it in front of my principal and several classes. Some other teachers who were there to witness my final rehearsal were Mr Nick (a Bio teacher), Mr Pritchard, Mrs Holland, Mrs Hansman, Mr Rasanoor, Ck Kelias (Deputy principal) and Mr Liew, the principal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DupDapDupDap and ta-daa! It was time. Arrived at Holiday Lodge Hotel around 1.30PM. Saw my friends. BamBam. We were asked to sit. BamBam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH! The program was postponed for a good one hour because of the guest of honour. Before he came, I had superfun burning the nerves with other finalists. They were nervous. I was nervous. Everyone was nervous so we kind of talked about stuff. The person next to me was such an exciting person. She loves tumblr, Daft Punk and is against illuminati. That's the least I know for someone new! She is awesome. She is Halimah. A participant from St James, Belait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........I waited and waited and then it was time. my turn. its here. I wasn't sure if I should use my cards or not. I had a hard time trying to decide which is best. Plus, I didn't rehearse with the cards but I was afraid that I'd forget anything. But the cards ended up sitting in my pockets for a good 6 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....My performance? I was not nervous. Surprisingly! With the presence of my father, sister, coach, back-up and my fellas.... wow. The time was moving quite slowly. Like.. COME ON! I wanna get off stage. I was a tad scared though. Haha. I forgot something for a splitsecond that I pulled my tudong backward. It was involuntary. :( I saw Mrs Holland giving me a face. That was one thing that she wanted me to avoid. Sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Everything else was good. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so nervous about the results because I kind of had my own 'I-am-guessing-that-she-and-he-and-they-will-win' guess list. Some did come true. Oh yeh, my skills. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the competition, the finalists were asked to sit and eat with the guest of honour. Oh. It was a pleasure. We talked about recent issues and all. It was interesting! Furthermore, I was right next to him! Cool. I know. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beltaazzah1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/beltaazzah1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those who were there for me. Thank you very much guys. I appreciate your presence and support!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits to you, Amalina, Juhara, Hidayah, Shazliena, Jannah, Muta'al and not to forget; Mr Harry Hansman and Mrs Jan Holland. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you dear coaches for the amazing lessons. I have gained a lot of confidence and invaluable experience from this. The skills on how to perform better was helpful. I truly believe that this will help me in the future. I am sure that a lot of careers requires you to present things. Not just careers! We have sixth form that does that! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you. so. much!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Love Life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. This might be two times longer than the above. I think I should skip this for now. Sorry to burst ya bubbbblee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. O Levels.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stitch.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/stitch.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS AROUND THE CORNER. I AM NOT KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;My qualifying results are out. They are fine. Failed two subjects. Not satisfying but saved my troubling ass from paying $340 for the O level exams. I need to work harder. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ON! Whoa! Feeling rather motivated eyh these days. Thanks to my horrible results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I can. Who says I can't? I punch you, baru tahu. Haha. I joke. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. SEEDS excluded.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not yet confirmed though but I am obviously not going to be involved in the cast crew. I was quite busy when the auditions were held plus tiredness. Uh. I know. I missed it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But if I were to join it, If I were to change my mind... I'd go for other sections. Maybe, publicity crew? that sounds exciting! :-) stage crew is also good! We will see...we will see! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;The Brunei Times Essay Writing Competition&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was about the army. It was in&amp;nbsp;conjunction with ABDB's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I did not join. I was busy! Gahd. Plus, I don't think I can brainstorm in a short time. The topic was a bit hard. Blegh. Maybe next year. Man. I am dead-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;Teen Vogue / Dyou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover girl! TAYLOR SWIFT. OH YEAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested?&lt;a href="http://justjaredjr.buzznet.com/2011/06/27/taylor-swift-covers-teen-vogue-august-2011/"&gt; Click here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought DYou as well. A Malaysian magazine. Just because it features Taylor and her poster. Haha. And oh. I spotted a few grammatical errors. I thought they'd correct it or something. But oh well. The graphics are good tho! :D Yes yes. My first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;The Article I Wrote for SEEDS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't easy. Wasn't easy. I had to like remind myself of how it felt during the production. A couple of research due to memory loss. Haha. I even stayed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, good experience. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty long because the event itself was long! and productive! and eventful! In one word, &lt;i&gt;awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interested? &lt;a href="http://seeds.shutterspeech.net/main/?p=291"&gt;Click here!!!!!!!!! &lt;/a&gt;:-D Okay, I have to admit that it's abrupt. someway, somehow. but what do you expect! Its not like I am educated about writing reports. well yes but not explicitly. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. My current reads.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IfIStay.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/IfIStay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finished this earlier this afternooon. I am so lucky that I've the sequel! Yay me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=where-she-went-by-gayle-forman.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/where-she-went-by-gayle-forman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;....and now, this! so far so good. Books are amazing. Yeap.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;UNTIL THEN!!!!!!!! :-D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This should be enough for a month's supply. LOLOLOL!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-6103034095265347694?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/6103034095265347694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=6103034095265347694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6103034095265347694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6103034095265347694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-in-one.html' title='All in one.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-6431612391905620588</id><published>2011-08-01T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T08:20:35.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging but I don't know which blog to use. I'm afraid I might get a little too personal and a little too general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh my god. My chatbox is full of rubbish. Stop it people. I will never go to your site. or get tips from you. or bookmark you. what?! Stop it. Stop. I'm tired of deleting the posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-6431612391905620588?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/6431612391905620588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=6431612391905620588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6431612391905620588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6431612391905620588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-feel-like-blogging-but-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-5250872117482376226</id><published>2011-08-01T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T03:19:25.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oi players, fuck off. He he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-5250872117482376226?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/5250872117482376226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=5250872117482376226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5250872117482376226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5250872117482376226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/08/oi-players-fuck-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7591722366668767152</id><published>2011-06-09T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:24:25.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutey.</title><content type='html'>YOHHH HAAAAIII.&lt;br /&gt;So okay, I'm planning on creating another blog. A private one. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I'm currently managing 2 active blogs right now. This one is a public blog and the other one is &lt;i&gt;where all my stories that don't seem to fit in here&lt;/i&gt; goes. So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;And I've a vry good intention on my third blog. A song blog book blog that blog this blog..... who knows? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Off to.... well you know, new blog. :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-7591722366668767152?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7591722366668767152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7591722366668767152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7591722366668767152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7591722366668767152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/cutey.html' title='Cutey.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-3354105956318561450</id><published>2011-06-08T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T01:05:54.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1...2...3...</title><content type='html'>Hi I am sad and Im just trying out the new editor. Sure I didn't want to use the new features but hm, let's be updated, that's what i thought. so.... later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-3354105956318561450?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/3354105956318561450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=3354105956318561450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3354105956318561450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3354105956318561450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/123.html' title='1...2...3...'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-1388204371201046578</id><published>2011-06-06T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:35:07.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 day iPod Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Forget the "day" part, I don't have that much time to do this everyday. So here goes nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Put your itunes/ipod on shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;For each question, press the next button and the title of the song is your answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Put any comments in (brackets) after the song name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Describe yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Open Your Eyes - Snow Patrol (Yah,k? o.o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. What do people feel when they’re around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- I'm in the mood for love - Jamiroguai (possibly hahahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Describe your current relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- The Moon - The Swell Season (Nothing's making sense heyarrrr :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. Where would you like to be right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Batten Down the hatch - Snow patrol ( hahahahahah taie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. How do you feel about love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-I'm yours - Mraz (k,thascool. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. What is your life like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;-The litte things - Caillat (Yeah... you knowww... :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. What would you wish for if you only had one wish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Anything you want - Mraz (HAHA EXACTLY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. Say something wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- A Place In This World - Taylor Swift &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Jesus, take the wheel - C.Underwood (*zips mouth* no komen.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. What do you look for in a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- My hands - Archuleta. (WHATTTTHEACTUALF HAHAHAHAHA. YEAH. The right guy ada my hands :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. How do you feel today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- You Give Me something - Morrison (lies x(....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;12. What’s your life’s purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Mary's Song - Taylor Swift (SWEETTT STUFFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;13. What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-I told you so - underwood. (hahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;14. What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Forget - Jamestown story (yahk :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;15. What do your parents think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- You belong with me - swift (Oh... of course!! :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;16. What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-You're All i have- patrol (yeah possibly :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;17. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- I ain't in checotah anymore - underwood (HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;18. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Never Alone - jim brickman (true shit bro. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;19. What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Dental Care - Owl city (OH BAH MY ENEMY HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;20. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Jar of hearts - c. perri (HEYLNo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;21. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Jump then fall - Swift (ohwelllssss :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;22. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Exogenesis: Symphony part 3 - muse (cool?? T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;23. What will play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Happy hour - cheryl cole (HAHAH WTF. SEDIH JUAAAAA  orang nyanyi happy song when i'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;24. Biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- the saltwater room - owl city (maybe so... :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;25. Biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Inside your heaven -underwood (thats where i am. now SHHHH. pann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-1388204371201046578?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/1388204371201046578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=1388204371201046578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1388204371201046578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1388204371201046578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/25-day-ipod-challenge.html' title='25 day iPod Challenge'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-1837227836669099294</id><published>2011-06-04T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T01:01:49.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gy2YkCWmidI/Tenl8j2my5I/AAAAAAAAAl4/SlFysLDK0A0/s1600/tumblr_lm65wd8kte1qk4nc3o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gy2YkCWmidI/Tenl8j2my5I/AAAAAAAAAl4/SlFysLDK0A0/s400/tumblr_lm65wd8kte1qk4nc3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614271239073221522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; is when you shed a tear and still want him, it’s when he ignores you and you still love him, it’s when he loves another girl but you still smile and say I’m happy for you, when all you really do is cry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(via tumblr)&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/8356906319138698606-1837227836669099294?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/1837227836669099294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=1837227836669099294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1837227836669099294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1837227836669099294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-is-when-you-shed-tear-and-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gy2YkCWmidI/Tenl8j2my5I/AAAAAAAAAl4/SlFysLDK0A0/s72-c/tumblr_lm65wd8kte1qk4nc3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-4806756842326767808</id><published>2011-06-04T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:59:13.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYwwb5B3m1g/TenlvYLFmwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/n6q470I-FXU/s1600/tumblr_lm59wv39j21qbpwzeo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYwwb5B3m1g/TenlvYLFmwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/n6q470I-FXU/s400/tumblr_lm59wv39j21qbpwzeo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614271012599601922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS EXACTLY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-4806756842326767808?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/4806756842326767808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=4806756842326767808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4806756842326767808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4806756842326767808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYwwb5B3m1g/TenlvYLFmwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/n6q470I-FXU/s72-c/tumblr_lm59wv39j21qbpwzeo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-3574319837501899497</id><published>2011-06-04T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:54:04.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6E1Jme_Gk7Y/TenkhXspvdI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zPtSXtKySN0/s1600/tumblr_lm6oq0i3N61qcf5dso1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6E1Jme_Gk7Y/TenkhXspvdI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zPtSXtKySN0/s400/tumblr_lm6oq0i3N61qcf5dso1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614269672442150354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What was I thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-3574319837501899497?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/3574319837501899497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=3574319837501899497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3574319837501899497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3574319837501899497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-was-i-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6E1Jme_Gk7Y/TenkhXspvdI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zPtSXtKySN0/s72-c/tumblr_lm6oq0i3N61qcf5dso1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-3261329689259219308</id><published>2011-06-03T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T04:31:10.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always.</title><content type='html'>......and there will always be someone who will ruin your perfect day. They just did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been struck with some good news and that person just came to me to ruin my day. Not directly but it somehow hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm putting on a sad face but still willing to brighten their day with good news. I don't know now. I just wanna cry to sleep. CANNNNN?????????????? Thank youuuuu yeahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I know it's supposed to test me to be a hell lot stronger, face it and shit but f it, I am just weak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, &lt;b&gt;Yes, I got into the finals of the 5th BELTA Oratory Competition. Top 8 out of 34 schools.&lt;/b&gt; Sounds good to me. :) Now, good night. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-3261329689259219308?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/3261329689259219308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=3261329689259219308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3261329689259219308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3261329689259219308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/always.html' title='Always.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-945234851314673741</id><published>2011-06-03T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T02:46:32.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hiii</title><content type='html'>You said you'd text me after your exams. Maybe a little later? Let's hope so cos I'm waiting, still. :") Mehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-945234851314673741?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/945234851314673741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=945234851314673741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/945234851314673741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/945234851314673741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/hiii.html' title='hiii'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-8341654701307171322</id><published>2011-06-02T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T07:05:26.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uoygnayasI</title><content type='html'>uoygnayasI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-8341654701307171322?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/8341654701307171322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=8341654701307171322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8341654701307171322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8341654701307171322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/uoygnayasi.html' title='uoygnayasI'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-4251107865165227357</id><published>2011-06-02T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T06:57:32.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hnf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Holiyoudays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The reasons why I'm SO looking forward to the holidays are:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get to wake up a little bit later,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Classes won't take that long,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get to watch movies late at night,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get to do my things,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the most important part is...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get to spend my time with &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;a lot lot lot more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So looking forward. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-4251107865165227357?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/4251107865165227357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=4251107865165227357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4251107865165227357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4251107865165227357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/holiyoudays.html' title='Holiyoudays.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-4626261453677947664</id><published>2011-06-02T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T06:26:17.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sdthdf</title><content type='html'>Fuck I am nervous.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the big day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember posting something like this except its PG rated right before my inter-class speech competition last year, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UMMM&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; I don't know how to face the post-event okay. When the result comes out and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helpppppp me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-4626261453677947664?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/4626261453677947664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=4626261453677947664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4626261453677947664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4626261453677947664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/sdthdf.html' title='sdthdf'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7494323919641484791</id><published>2011-06-01T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T07:11:45.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hnf'/><title type='text'>Ahhhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tA6ZVUGZhZw/TeZIKnQinpI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zGGvBygES_o/s1600/tumblr_llvz33Ovc71qk4nc3o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tA6ZVUGZhZw/TeZIKnQinpI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zGGvBygES_o/s400/tumblr_llvz33Ovc71qk4nc3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613253332738154130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eC99zf34zU0/TeZIKd2mbuI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/q9hy4_LMKwc/s1600/tumblr_llw0p8zuAf1qk4nc3o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eC99zf34zU0/TeZIKd2mbuI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/q9hy4_LMKwc/s400/tumblr_llw0p8zuAf1qk4nc3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613253330213433058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3j_kw3GVQvk/TeZIKMhXVYI/AAAAAAAAAlI/w_dSVn72-D0/s1600/tumblr_lluxy6WnKM1qk4nc3o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3j_kw3GVQvk/TeZIKMhXVYI/AAAAAAAAAlI/w_dSVn72-D0/s400/tumblr_lluxy6WnKM1qk4nc3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613253325560960386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_lrQcaFMgXg/TeZIJ2aqJmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fma1VpTeVGs/s1600/tumblr_llqlg6O1g81qk4nc3o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_lrQcaFMgXg/TeZIJ2aqJmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fma1VpTeVGs/s400/tumblr_llqlg6O1g81qk4nc3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613253319627253346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-7494323919641484791?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7494323919641484791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7494323919641484791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7494323919641484791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7494323919641484791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tA6ZVUGZhZw/TeZIKnQinpI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zGGvBygES_o/s72-c/tumblr_llvz33Ovc71qk4nc3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-2800286096430853398</id><published>2011-06-01T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T07:08:18.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hnf'/><title type='text'>....You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DDGLIQkFBk/TeZHgt1M7PI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2IpSkfi-R5g/s1600/tumblr_llqkcobozL1qk4nc3o1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DDGLIQkFBk/TeZHgt1M7PI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2IpSkfi-R5g/s400/tumblr_llqkcobozL1qk4nc3o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613252612948028658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preferably with you. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-2800286096430853398?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/2800286096430853398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=2800286096430853398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2800286096430853398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2800286096430853398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/you.html' title='....You.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5DDGLIQkFBk/TeZHgt1M7PI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2IpSkfi-R5g/s72-c/tumblr_llqkcobozL1qk4nc3o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-495552938884602998</id><published>2011-06-01T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T06:59:25.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hnf'/><title type='text'>Where are you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhYnWwvOM4Y/TeZFo8Jo17I/AAAAAAAAAkw/dAQQDwFYb3A/s1600/tumblr_lm3585w1XJ1qc44f0o1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhYnWwvOM4Y/TeZFo8Jo17I/AAAAAAAAAkw/dAQQDwFYb3A/s400/tumblr_lm3585w1XJ1qc44f0o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613250555207538610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where are you.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-495552938884602998?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/495552938884602998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=495552938884602998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/495552938884602998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/495552938884602998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you...'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhYnWwvOM4Y/TeZFo8Jo17I/AAAAAAAAAkw/dAQQDwFYb3A/s72-c/tumblr_lm3585w1XJ1qc44f0o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-3600885893237302315</id><published>2011-05-28T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T23:19:47.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Magic happens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;*Oh, I can smell the fish curry from here. Mmmm*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Hey y'all. Things are tight. Yeap. No lies. Reason why I update my micro-blog more than this one right here. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I wanna tell you is that... um um um. &lt;b&gt;I AM FREAKIN NERVOUS&lt;/b&gt;. The competition is next week. I've to slip in the rehearsals in between my exams schedule because hell no am I ever going to miss this once in a life time's opportunity. I've been selected to represent my school for the &lt;i&gt;BELTA Speech Competition&lt;/i&gt; (First timer at being a representative for competitions, &lt;b&gt;Yay me!&lt;/b&gt;) sooo yeeaaahh. Plus, only one student from each school and me..... out of like.... that many many students in my school? Hell yez baby. But f it, I still complain. Lol. :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My advisor in school is &lt;i&gt;Mr Harry Hansman&lt;/i&gt; even though I'm used to labelling him as Sir Harry but I know certain people will go,"Whaaah. He got knighted ey?" So yayayayah. --, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've had A LOT of drafts for my speech. This one right here is version 7 or 8. Crazy huh? I hope it's all worth it. I'm happy myself but if I don't make it, there's nothing I can do bout it. Right? And Only 8 out of 32 schools in Brunei will go to the finals. I am no pro at public speaking but have always had an interest in this. Because baby, I'm all about boosting my confidence these days and widening my horizons. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI, *side-topic* my class is an active class. NO KIDDING! We have a lot of representatives from my class for the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3  - Netball Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2  -  Futsal Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2  - School's scout &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  - Malay debater &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  - Hadrah dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  - Silat dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The head and an assistant prefect are also in my class! and that's 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt;. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty surprising after knowing that my previous class from year 07-09 were hardly involved in any activities. Well, there were, but just a few or it's the exact same person for different competitions. Lol. &lt;i&gt;(Love em still.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my current class is so active. I even have a teacher who wishes us to lose in any competitions so that we will be able to attend the classes normally (again). Because if we win, we'll have to practice more which she hates because if that happens, we'll be missing more classes. It's a positive thought though but the class will never beat our interests. True right, buddies? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKEH. ONE LAST THING, I do not know where all of those random people on my chatbox came from. One moment it was dead, another moment it's alive, but filled with strangers. Deleted some of them due to annoyance. And so there goes my last point. I shall update you more. Soon. Soon. When something big happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I went to Jerudong Park last night with the SMARTER kids and after that, &lt;i&gt;they went back home but we stayed back for a while AND that's when the magic happened. I saw and I met a friend whom I haven't seen in awhile and I was currently missing that friend. BEST MOMENT. BEST DAY. BEST FEELING EVER. Relieved! Alhamdulillah. :-) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-3600885893237302315?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/3600885893237302315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=3600885893237302315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3600885893237302315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3600885893237302315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/05/magic-happens.html' title='Magic happens.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-2705116956418040409</id><published>2011-05-04T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T04:15:00.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMARTER Brunei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Grandpa's Bday Dinner / SMARTER Musical Gala Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grandfather's Birthday Dinner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;at Bann Nucha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Effin sampit. But foods were okay. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTxqqJVqJcg/TcEzAqkTHlI/AAAAAAAAAjg/M-r4-W7bya4/s400/baday.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602815497945161298" /&gt;And then there was the: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;SMARTER Musical Gala Night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They presented the play, " Oddy's Quest", which was the first ever musical by autistic kids, sure there weren't a lot of talking but that's understandable, isn't it? :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night and everything were impressive despite the minor glitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm looking forward to the next musical and HOPE I would be involved. This play was so last minute, I had no idea that it was gonna be a play. It was too late but I did attend a day of rehearsal, planning to be a volunteer but dropped out because it meant I would only have very little time for myself. So bad timing! :{ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t3p20BF0zOQ/TcEzA6EPe4I/AAAAAAAAAjw/57pnLZs6yuY/s1600/bamm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t3p20BF0zOQ/TcEzA6EPe4I/AAAAAAAAAjw/57pnLZs6yuY/s1600/bamm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t3p20BF0zOQ/TcEzA6EPe4I/AAAAAAAAAjw/57pnLZs6yuY/s400/bamm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602815502105672578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cast and Crew&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrABf7EAFvU/TcEzA7_pjfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/wKWQQNBDjUI/s1600/bam.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrABf7EAFvU/TcEzA7_pjfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/wKWQQNBDjUI/s400/bam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602815502623280626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy Foo, Firah, Sisters &amp;amp; I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photos by Majin Yusuf&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8356906319138698606-2705116956418040409?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/2705116956418040409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=2705116956418040409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2705116956418040409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2705116956418040409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/05/grandpas-bday-dinner-smarter-musical.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Bday Dinner / SMARTER Musical Gala Night'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTxqqJVqJcg/TcEzAqkTHlI/AAAAAAAAAjg/M-r4-W7bya4/s72-c/baday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-8175307064146976980</id><published>2011-05-04T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T03:54:51.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEEDS Brunei'/><title type='text'>Into The Woods : Appreciation Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsDaAHkGA9A/TcEvqSDj1yI/AAAAAAAAAjY/2g6iWeukuuU/s1600/comrade.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsDaAHkGA9A/TcEvqSDj1yI/AAAAAAAAAjY/2g6iWeukuuU/s400/comrade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602811814873388834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was held on the 16th of April 2011 at TT Blues, Gadong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok ok.... I don't have that much time for words but all I can say is that I HAD so much fun, especially the dancing and the screaming and the singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FIRST TIME PARTYING....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....UNDER ADULT SUPERVISION. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAHAHA! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAsqI7jWJG8/TcEvqLRgbqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kLd51yWKva8/s1600/221736_10150224254941282_610741281_8978969_7724430_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAsqI7jWJG8/TcEvqLRgbqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kLd51yWKva8/s400/221736_10150224254941282_610741281_8978969_7724430_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602811813052837538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Belle, Hazwa &amp;amp; I. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photos by Mr Syaf/SEEDS&lt;/i&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/8356906319138698606-8175307064146976980?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/8175307064146976980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=8175307064146976980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8175307064146976980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8175307064146976980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/05/into-woods-appreciation-night.html' title='Into The Woods : Appreciation Night!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsDaAHkGA9A/TcEvqSDj1yI/AAAAAAAAAjY/2g6iWeukuuU/s72-c/comrade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-4885260366152214438</id><published>2011-05-04T03:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T03:42:29.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're such a qt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-4885260366152214438?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/4885260366152214438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=4885260366152214438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4885260366152214438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4885260366152214438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-such-qt.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7984995579193754151</id><published>2011-04-23T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T08:04:51.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTF</title><content type='html'>Oh my god, I've been reading Lord of The Flies since April 2. Wth. Can I just say that I'm not so interested? :s&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not reading it every night and all. It.... uh. :| &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-7984995579193754151?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7984995579193754151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7984995579193754151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7984995579193754151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7984995579193754151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/04/lotf.html' title='LOTF'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7268120605180586273</id><published>2011-04-21T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T07:09:29.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Taylor Swift Concert Experience &amp; Journey to Sings.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been awhile and I know I haven't been keeping my promises especially about my Singapore trip but right now, I'm about to post something worth remembering for... let's say... um, the next 5 minutes to 10 years? YEAH. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the things that happened from the &lt;b&gt;8th till 11th of February &lt;/b&gt;were totally amazing despite a few arguments but yeah, it was totally understandable. You can't make things go your way all the time. Right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, one amazing thing that happened was: I GET TO SHOP MY ASS OFF. I SHOPPED TILL I DROP. It was freaking amazing, I can officially announce that shopping is one of my interests. I mean, it' s not new. Just sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my stay, I broke a few records. I bought a few blouses which I swear I'd say no to if I encounter them in my hometown because of the price tags. I learnt my lesson, okay. Last two years, after my PMB Exams, we went to Singapore and I was so economical and in the end, It wasn't a productive trip. Most of my items were in terms of technologies and physical albums. So yyyyyeaaaah. BUT not this time, my mindset was more to; If I like something, I'd get it no matter what even if it cost me a fortune! Well, not really but sort of. Ok, what? :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even visited the underwater world at Sentosa Island. Wish we could do some more activities there but time was running out. We had to rush to our hotel. Last minute plan, YES. All of us whined about how hot the condition was in my mum's apartment so yeah, Dad couldn't bear with it as well so he booked a room and my mum was in,too! She was the one who searched for the hotels during her class. Lol. Going on the internet during class = Epic. :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things were absolutely awesome.&lt;b&gt; And did you notice that I skipped the most amazing, tremendous, stupendous part of my journey?&lt;/b&gt; No? Well. Okay. But here I go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I FREAKIN' ATTENDED TAYLOR SWIFT'S CONCERT! OH MY GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a dream come true. You've no idea how long I've planned for the event unless if you read my blog from the start. I know I came late, like around 7.. I think. The concert started at 7.30PM but yeah, we encountered a few problems but I was totally fine with it. Not deep inside but point is, &lt;b&gt;I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE.&lt;/b&gt; She was so far yet so near. Yes, I sat down politely like one of those royalties, keeping it cool (I started going crazy during the middle of the performance...) and all but YOU HAVE NO IDEA about the things that were going through my mind. I was screaming. I went loco. I was high. I was surprised. It was an unbelievable experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, to actually see your most favourite artist, singer, idol, celebrity right in front of your eyes was just hard to believe. After all the hard work and the sacrifices, you know it was WORTH IT. I know it sucks not to be able to meet her but seeing her live was more than enough. Meeting her would be bonus but I was thankful enough. And we all know that it's not an easy thing to achieve. Right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, One word to describe her concert is &lt;b&gt;MAGNIFICENT&lt;/b&gt;. Absolutely amazing, I should say. Incredible! Oh yes god, I can go on for hours but I'd rather stop right here. OH, incredible incredible incredible experience! :'D Joy joy joy. Okay, stop! Ah. Excitement! Okay okay.... damn, it's hard to stop now. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was pretty much it. I know I left out a lot of details but I mentioned all of the main points, which is good enough. Right? ;) &amp;amp; Here, I'll leave you to pictures  of a few of my precious items. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*coming soon! damn crappy connection*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love Love Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me.   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-7268120605180586273?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7268120605180586273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7268120605180586273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7268120605180586273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7268120605180586273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/04/taylor-swift-concert-experience-journey.html' title='Taylor Swift Concert Experience &amp; Journey to Sings.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7986611069967492781</id><published>2011-04-17T04:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T04:08:02.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi hi hi. I haven't blogged since um, I don't know. I've attended a few big events but um, no photos so uh yeah. :s&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-7986611069967492781?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7986611069967492781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7986611069967492781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7986611069967492781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7986611069967492781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-hi-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-5078295527658867966</id><published>2011-04-17T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T03:58:16.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM IN LOVE WITH DOC MARTENS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/doc%20martens/saigey22/doc-martens-1.jpg?o=7" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz239/saigey22/doc-martens-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOMEONE GET THEM FOR ME, PLEASE! &lt;/b&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/8356906319138698606-5078295527658867966?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/5078295527658867966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=5078295527658867966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5078295527658867966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5078295527658867966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/04/boots.html' title='Boots'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7384094324815644267</id><published>2011-03-31T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T06:34:58.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Vuku zan lain-lain</title><content type='html'>I'm planning to finish &lt;b&gt;Before I fall - Lauren Oliver&lt;/b&gt; by tonight. So, I can read something else. No rush though. Just..... the cliffhanger kills. :{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish my &lt;b&gt;Data Flow Diagram (DFD)&lt;/b&gt; and do as much as I can. I'm targeting hardware and software though. I once had this regret for choosing the coursework over the alternative paper due to repetition of work. From &lt;i&gt;travel agency&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;bookstore &lt;/i&gt;to a &lt;i&gt;higher institution's bookstore&lt;/i&gt;. Phew phew phew! Three times and it's finally approved! Well, actually I changed from travel agency to bookstore. I love travelling and I thought it'd be easy but no. So, I changed to bookstore but then, it's taken so I had to change to a specific one. Took a lot of time to get there eh! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yes. And I saw the specimen paper for the new option, alternative paper. And oh boy. It looks hard. Or maybe I was too lazy to think. But yeah. Glad I'm sticking to the coursework despite me whining. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And next, I'm planning to get my &lt;b&gt;Brunei 2035 essa&lt;/b&gt;y done. I hope I can do it by tonight. No more delays. Hm hm hm :-) &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/8356906319138698606-7384094324815644267?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7384094324815644267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7384094324815644267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7384094324815644267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7384094324815644267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/vuku-zan-lain-lain.html' title='Vuku zan lain-lain'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-3711899352285201771</id><published>2011-03-31T03:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T04:06:51.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>School, Awesome stuff.</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I've been busy. &lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I use my free time to catch up w sleep and online updates and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; Here's my update.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Malay oral is next week and no, I'm not nervous just yet. :s I'm afraid I won't be able to answer their questions though. What if they're gonna talk about some politics or something that I don't know? That's gonna suck big time. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my holidays were pretty tight. I went out almost everyday. Be it for tuition classes, extra classes and the list goes on. Plus, babu was back for awhile and dad treated her like a guest. I think we went out almost everyday for certain meals. I guess he missed mum. :-P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I had to wake up early! &lt;b&gt;EVERY SINGLE DAY&lt;/b&gt;. That sucked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; The women of the family went to the salon the other day and I was too lazy to go for fancy hairstyles so I just cut it short. But not that short. Medium-length. My prev hairstyle was messy hahahahahahahahahaha and I'm a sucker at keeping it tidy. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, the first day of school, there was an announcement. It was another assembly about our new extra classes timetable. They wanted us to go to the hall during our library period. *shucks* I kind of skipped the assembly. I TRIED. All of us went down but some went to the hall and the others to the library. &lt;i&gt;I was one of the others. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs A talked during the announcement and we couldn't hear properly, so, it was a good excuse. :-P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it didn't end up well. My other friends got scared so they decided to go to the hall and I still won't move. And later came Mrs A. She was surprised. "Where are the others? What happened to the others?" I didn't say anything. I didn't want her to get mad or anything. "What happened?" but I had to. "Hall. They went to the hall. For the new extra-class timetable."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shock face. Blahblah. "And you? Why are you here?" I kept quiet. "You can't be bothered to go there is it?" Happy, I am. She read my mind. I couldn't be bothered. No. "Hahahaha yes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She laughed. That was good. Positive, I see. "That means I should be there,too,right? Haha, let's just pretend that I didn't see you and you didn't see me. And I didn't hear anything. I've gone deaf" She covered her ears and walked away. "Since you can't be bothered then just say that you're one of these students. Year 7 or 8 or something." and out she go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.... HAHAHAHAHAH... I LOVE HER. Damn supportive. I thought I was gonna get scolded. But really, the whole assembly thing is kinda pointless. They only handed out schedules. And sadly, we did go to the hall. Two of my friends called us&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (my friend &amp;amp; I. just us 2)&lt;/span&gt; in. The teacher wanted us there. So, I went. and.... &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt;. They gave me the schedule and that was it. I was stuck for 10-long-minutes. x.X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time went by... just like that. I was trying to read in peace and they just had to..... oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-3711899352285201771?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/3711899352285201771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=3711899352285201771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3711899352285201771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3711899352285201771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/school-awesome-stuff.html' title='School, Awesome stuff.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-5293222489868437208</id><published>2011-03-26T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T08:41:42.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Essay</title><content type='html'>Hey, sup'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm doing a research here on Brunei in 2035. I haz no cheez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's for this English essay. &lt;i&gt;Clueless, I am. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2035 ---- &lt;i&gt;What will happen then?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAN I JUST LIKE.. PREDICT? But I'm afraid it won't make any sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I'm too lazy to send it to my English teacher. I wanna send it straight to the 'people' in-charge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Best of luck, gal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-5293222489868437208?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/5293222489868437208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=5293222489868437208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5293222489868437208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5293222489868437208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/english-essay.html' title='English Essay'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-4188889255055462112</id><published>2011-03-26T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T04:49:18.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Kings of Convenience is quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bro, I didn't mean to steal this away from your favourites.&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-4188889255055462112?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/4188889255055462112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=4188889255055462112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4188889255055462112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4188889255055462112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think-kings-of-convenience-is-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-4521951592610172042</id><published>2011-03-21T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T06:49:08.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>16th Birthday Dinner Outing @ Le Taj!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night was my first ever &lt;i&gt;'night' &lt;/i&gt;outing with the friends. Girl friends. Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I understand people are concerned about my parents letting me go at night but PLEASE, it was JUST a dinner at a restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I arrived around 7, booked a table and ran to the nearest Easi supplier and came back. Ezwa wanted to buy one too so we ran again and it was like a good exercise before getting our tummies darn bloated! Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Malina came after and well, we had fun catching up w our stories because, tbh, all of us've been busy w our own things. Ezwa's a prefect now so she's like busy everyday. Malina &amp;amp; I are fine but since we're not in the same class; we don't get to meet everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND LAST NIGHT DID IT ALL.&lt;/b&gt; We enjoyed the food and the stories but I can tell that Azmi (Ezwa's other half) couldn't stand our gossips. He interrupted us with his football updates and tech news. Hahahahahahaha! But it was all fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was my treat and I had the scare of my life. I've never treated anyone dinner in a fancy restaurant. x| But no worries, I got it covered! :~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwU-Hr_wniI/TYoiVlHi2gI/AAAAAAAAAiU/r3GaqGp78po/s400/Le%2BTaj%2BOuting%2521.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587316041842874882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uz. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;❤&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-4521951592610172042?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/4521951592610172042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=4521951592610172042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4521951592610172042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4521951592610172042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/16th-birthday-dinner-outing.html' title='16th Birthday Dinner Outing @ Le Taj!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwU-Hr_wniI/TYoiVlHi2gI/AAAAAAAAAiU/r3GaqGp78po/s72-c/Le%2BTaj%2BOuting%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-5079818370326862704</id><published>2011-03-21T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T03:03:51.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEEDS Brunei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>SEEDS 3!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time: 7.30AM - 5.30PM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Venue: STPRI&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Date: 18th-19th March 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEEDS 3 REGISTRATION AND WORKSHOP WAS AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was such a good post-birthday celebration. Not that mine was celebrated but the way my day went was absolutely awesome. Like, the days after my birthday were greatttt. *thumbs up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up way earlier than I usually do for school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See how excited I was? :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I even got my SEEDS shirt! Which is awesome but they gave me an L,so,it's huge. :| &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm just gonna summarise this with pictures and description because I can't remember what happened. I mean, not exactly. So, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=196805_211467305534695_100000142817245_974800_96923_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/196805_211467305534695_100000142817245_974800_96923_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were asked to perform the theme song which I barely know at that time. I think I ruined the song and lost it completely when I went to grab a junior. x| &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I know this song now and this song is gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=189453_10150160776726072_632911071_8696114_6193690_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/189453_10150160776726072_632911071_8696114_6193690_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls &amp;amp; I went out to grab lunch. We went to Milimewah &amp;amp; Nasi Katok Mama. Not bad eh. We jammed to random songs which I DON'T know. I know, I'm a sucker at latest hits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=200210_10150123315104485_693509484_6350204_3183998_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/200210_10150123315104485_693509484_6350204_3183998_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A circle of hungry seniors. &lt;i&gt;Om nom nom! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=197135_10150123318809485_693509484_6350294_564423_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/197135_10150123318809485_693509484_6350294_564423_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After jamming to more songs, they decided to play Twister in the middle of the arena. So fani! :P I did the turning thing, gad, I suck at "Whose turn is it now?". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3seeds1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/3seeds1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yah, Nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YRbP9UefNZg/TYoyx8Lc5vI/AAAAAAAAAic/2OUMMqPBrl4/s400/198903_10150113686626984_259023806983_6558210_699705_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587334121255659250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the classes, This girl &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(OMG I FORGOT HER NAME!!!! Ooo,shoot. Was it Farzanah? Farah? Shoooohooottt :/)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I were in charge of Class 2. Which was Ms Zuliana's &lt;i&gt;Imaginary Journey&lt;/i&gt;. Where you've to imagine your journey... it's obvious, isn't it? :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I GUESS THAT IS ALL FOR DAY 1. I skipped some, but, sokay. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Fizah,Zimmy,Asiyah,Khairi,Nina,Jess &amp;amp; I were in charge of group 5's drama performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We did so bad for the &lt;i&gt;Consider Yourself&lt;/i&gt; performance. It was very last minute. We tried to divide the juniors into groups first... &lt;i&gt;tick tock tick tock tick tock&lt;/i&gt;... and we didn't get to choreograph anything. They didn't finish the song but I'm glad they tried rather than just standing there looking clueless. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, we moved on, focusing on the play. They did so well!!! Our theme was 'Exotic animals talk show went wrong'. They improvised a lot. There were no scripts. Great story line. I just think they did better than me BUT my group last year wasn't bad either! :P Mine was about the Musical Restaurant something. I was the assistant chef who hated the chef and tried so hard to be the leader. We modified Barney's I love you song. I WAS SO nervous I didn't even look at the audience but it did prepare me for the Speech Competition which I luckily won. (A) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OKAY! OFF-TOPIC. I KNOW. SO, BACK TO THE TOPIC!!! *Lol*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During lunch, they made a surprise for the March birthday celebrants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3seeds.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/3seeds.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was sweet! Thank you!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=198130_10150123347374485_693509484_6350683_6460049_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/198130_10150123347374485_693509484_6350683_6460049_n.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol, the seniors couldn't resist the camera. This was taken during the performances. Lol. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3seeds2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/3seeds2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OUR AWESOME SHIRT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spot &lt;b&gt;Azzah&lt;/b&gt; and you win! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=200688_10150125404974207_538029206_6258682_2509854_n-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/200688_10150125404974207_538029206_6258682_2509854_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My SEEDS family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;❤ ❤ ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;❤ ❤ ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;❤ ❤ ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;❤ ❤ ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;❤ ❤ ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;❤ ❤ ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;p/s: I feel bad for forgetting her name. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-size:medium;"&gt;*None of the photos above are mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-size:medium;"&gt;They're either Mr Syaf's, Miza's, Nazurah's, Fizah's or someone else's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; font-size:medium;"&gt; Anyway, THANK YOU FOR THE PHOTOS. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8356906319138698606-5079818370326862704?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/5079818370326862704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=5079818370326862704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5079818370326862704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5079818370326862704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/seeds-3.html' title='SEEDS 3!!!!!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YRbP9UefNZg/TYoyx8Lc5vI/AAAAAAAAAic/2OUMMqPBrl4/s72-c/198903_10150113686626984_259023806983_6558210_699705_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-8127803599356611189</id><published>2011-03-17T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T09:22:46.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>My 16th Birthday =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEYYYY! So, &lt;b&gt;The day I have been waiting for&lt;/b&gt;( :D :D :D :D) but I stopped waiting ever since I couldn't picture it nicely. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you how my day went. This morning, I woke up feeling bad. My right eye was swollen. It sucked and I can feel it being infected by germs? Lol apakan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Uhm. . . First stop was the laptop. Couldn't help it. Sorry :P &amp;amp; Oh! Last night, I didn't exactly wait for the clock to strike 12AM, Instead, I read &lt;i&gt;Nothing Like You&lt;/i&gt;. The part that I was reading last night was def. nice but today's.... Ugh. I'll talk about this soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived at school and people were still in their respective classrooms. I was too lazy to go up so I waited for the announcement. I got into line and saw Piyqah, Ziyah and Chris heading towards me. &lt;i&gt;Birthday greets!&lt;/i&gt; Yay! Hehehe! :P They are actually my juniors but they got into the express scheme (smart ass!) and we got along since our Menglait SEEDS Rehearsal. They're fun people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assembly, badiblabadibla. My right eye kind of killed it. My eyes were watery. Hate it when it happens! I have to like wipe it and then it comes out again.. Just plain annoying. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was this announcement about the sports houses that got the most Merits and my house won 1st place! Helllyeaahzzz baby. ;-) &lt;b&gt;HAMZAH PAHLAWAN FTW! &lt;/b&gt;Then more Merits Award and another award on Most Merits Collected by Classes. My class got the 1st place!! HELLLLLLL YEAHHHHHHHHHHH! With 300+ merits. &lt;b&gt;10BIJAKSANA(P)&lt;/b&gt; is the champion. ;) We were then asked to stay to take a few shots with the principal, the deputies, the chairwoman and our form teacher. Man, it felt good. Now, I'd like to get a Bronze certificate. I have like... 6 more merits to go. But I don't want to ask for merits from the teachers without any reasons. That'd be pointless. I'm waiting for something good to happen. Like.... acing my test or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I headed to my form teacher's staff room to take our test papers. I passed. Thank goodness. It wasn't that bad. Acceptable le. ;) Credit. Fine what. &amp;amp; then, class. It's time for maths. She gave us our paper 1 and hell, I wasn't expecting for anything. I didn't even get half of it correct. F. But okay. We did our correction and it was during this time when the boys sang me&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; endless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; birthday songs&lt;/b&gt;. That was fun! Except that I don't know what to do. I just smiled happily and clapped w em. I think it did it. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths class ended and we were about to go down for our Phys Ed class until Mrs Alder came knocking on the door. "Is Azzah here?" I thought it was about the speech again but no. She had this book in her hands. It was &lt;b&gt;'Lord Of The Flies' by William Golding&lt;/b&gt;. She said it was really good and explained to me about the story. It sounded interesting and I really didn't expect it to happen. She said she just saw it in her staff and thought of me. &lt;i&gt;She thought of me! She thought of me.&lt;/i&gt; Hell yeah. That was sweet. She lent me it and said that it'd be good for my holiday-reads. I wanted to say,"&lt;i&gt;Um but.. I already have a pile!"&lt;/i&gt; but I didn't say it. And I thought that it was very nice of her to lend me the book. It's a binding edition though. Its huge. Can't bring it elsewhere unless if I bring an A4 sized bag with me because I just love protecting my books and my so-called books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3i_Wf397xfc/TYInyD1-WxI/AAAAAAAAAiA/5h3Lwml0b40/s400/Photo%2B337.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585070228871469842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord of the flies by William Golding. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(It all started when I borrowed those classics from the Resource room. It's her personal copy! The yellow label says so. Sweeeeeet huh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, Phys Ed. Well, not really. We just helped Teacher Rohanna with the stock checking and had my break. It was awesome. My mates and I gathered for the first time this year. It was fun! Really! All of the girls. Just nice!! &lt;3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After break was Cleaning Campaign. I started by sweeping the corners of the class room and pushed the dust to the centre and soon gave up my throne to Hidayah. I was pretty distracted. My girlfriends from next door kept on coming in. Sweet. We chatted. Of course. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;End result&lt;/i&gt;: Our class is covered in dust and dirt. Bad plan. We swept first and cleaned the fans afterward. Bad plan! So, we're going to settle it down once the school reopens. Right now.. Just Chill. x) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got home and there was no food. Twas new! Seriously. Babah wanted to bring me out but I decided to just wait for kaka. Kaka was having her class till 3.30 so I made milo and ate some bread from Mum's bakery. It did it and I fell asleep. I woke up at 2 and got ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lunch at &lt;b&gt;Pastamania!&lt;/b&gt; with Aqidah. They wanted to bring her so yeahhhh. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AND DUM DUM DUM DUM....................... BEST EASTERN! I seriously had no choice so okay. But I already have books in mind so yeap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5cIAr86_Wy8/TYInyClffII/AAAAAAAAAh4/Sq7t2s2hr0U/s400/Photo%2B339.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585070228533902466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who's the happiest birthday girl in the whole wide world right now? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe me. Maybe not. Lol. THESE BOOOOOOKS are in my to-read list on Goodreads. Yes. Yes. Yes. Except for the green one but I've been looking for her books. The people recommended me Deb Caletti. So, giving it a shot! Plus.... 've never seen her books here and accidentally saw one at BE. &lt;i&gt;Apa lagi!&lt;/i&gt; Right now, I'm looking for Elizabeth Scott's. Wondering if they've that in Brunei. Hmmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES. THREE BRAND NEW BOOKS: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Hunger Games (#1) - Suzanne Collins. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Nature of Jade - Deb Caletti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What I Saw and How I Lied - Judy Blundell. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;***Between all of these endless activites, school and home --- I've received tons of warm birthday wishes from my friends and the family through live conversations, text messages, Facebook and twitter. It was such a fine day. fine fine day. I love it. Last year's kind of greetings was more hectic than this year's though. *Sent so many thank yous!* It was till the noon but it doesn't matter, It was fun. :-D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you friends. Thank you dad. Family. Everyone. Thank you to my dearest friends that waited for 12am. Very sweeet!! And thank you Mrs Alder for being so nice. I'll read this book. I will. And Ezwa -- for the gift. A sports towel! Wow. This really is a sign. Haha! :-P &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Malina. I bet you're proud for being the first to greet me so here goes your thank you. THANK YOU!!!!!! :* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today was really beyond my expectations. Things were really really unpredictable and unplanned and full of surprises...&lt;/b&gt; It's nice that way really but just at times. And of course things weren't the same without mummy's presence but I've to say that her voice was enough for the time being. I miss you,bo. And also........ TODAY WAS SO SIMPLE AND PERFECT. Not perfect as in flawless. Haha. And at some point, I felt like it was just another day. OHhhhhh well. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Thank You Everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY TO ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Much much much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Me. :-***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-8127803599356611189?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/8127803599356611189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=8127803599356611189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8127803599356611189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8127803599356611189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-16th-birthday-d.html' title='My 16th Birthday =D'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3i_Wf397xfc/TYInyD1-WxI/AAAAAAAAAiA/5h3Lwml0b40/s72-c/Photo%2B337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7280988311221765563</id><published>2011-03-15T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T03:24:19.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brunei'/><title type='text'>Hehehehehehehehhe ♥</title><content type='html'>Hi, my &lt;b&gt;to-read pile&lt;/b&gt; is growing and I'm sorta loving this. xx&lt;div&gt;To-read (In hand):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; Sarah Dessen - That Summer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; Sarah Dessen - The Truth About Forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lauren Oliver - Before I Fall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lauren Strasnick - Nothing Like You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jennifer Echols - Forget You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rebecca Maizel - Infinite Days (Vampire Queen, #1)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charlotte Bronte - Jane Eyre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - The extraordinary cases of Sherlock Holmes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Books borrowed or are given to me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tony Parsons - Men From The Boys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mark Haddon - The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anne Frank - The Diary of Anne Frank&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Books which I've bought years ago &lt;i&gt;(totally when I wasn't interested... yet)&lt;/i&gt; and haven't even started yet I still want more: *lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Myrna McKenzie - Saving Cinderella! (Mills&amp;amp;Boon)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nicholas Sparks - At first Sight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nicholas Sparks - The Rescue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Strasser - Can't Get There From Here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rick Riordan - Percy Jackson &amp;amp; The lightning Thief (PJ&amp;amp;TO #1)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;C.J. Box - Three Weeks To Say Goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nina Bell - Sisters In Law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY LOL. I KNOWWWWW............ But I've lost interest in some of the books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most of my to-read (In-hand books) are &lt;b&gt;Young Adult&lt;/b&gt; books. Which isss 'zummmm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz I accidentally bought some &lt;i&gt;adult books&lt;/i&gt; which are.... ahhahahhahah commplicateddd tooo the max. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-7280988311221765563?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7280988311221765563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7280988311221765563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7280988311221765563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7280988311221765563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/hehehehehehehehhe.html' title='Hehehehehehehehhe ♥'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-2869567915616421981</id><published>2011-03-15T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T08:16:40.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Exams, Books, Uh yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Examssssssssssss are finally over! Maths was the last paper and of course I screwed it up. I thought I wouldn't but ahuh. But whatever. Let's just hope for the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my sister took me out just now and I decided to check out Booker @ Gadong and &lt;i&gt;bough&lt;/i&gt;t this! :-D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWeiZzZZL4k/TX8bVmG2KnI/AAAAAAAAAhw/rtdDJbzdKmY/s1600/Photo%2B315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWeiZzZZL4k/TX8bVmG2KnI/AAAAAAAAAhw/rtdDJbzdKmY/s400/Photo%2B315.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584212120783170162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing Like You by Lauren Starstrick&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This is her first :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find the books there rather interesting than the ones in Best Eastern. *LOL* They even have books by Sarah Mlynowski! And City of Bones! Ok... I don't know if BE sells these, I've never seen one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, now that the exams are over, I shall continue my adventure with Jesse Aarons and Leslie Burke! YES, I'm finishing Bridge to Terabithia. &lt;i&gt;(The book which I read secretly during the exams. Sh!)&lt;/i&gt; Borrowed this and Anne of Green Gables from our English Resource Room... but the short version. :( I'm soooo buying the full one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I finally used my library card! I mean, the new card that uses the barcode. Umhmmm. SAKAI. Banar. I borrowed Diary of Anne Frank and I have to return it once the school reopens. UGH! This is what I hate. Anyhooo, after 4 years of not using the card! hahahahaha! and as you can see, classic books are easier to find here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi mun....... the latest ones.... duiiiimalaiiikuuuu, jangantah berharap. Hahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I wanna share something. My friend &amp;amp; I have something in common. We like books. She's an avid reader herself. She is Jannah. But what's so interesting is that she likes gory, bloody, murder, mystery, paranormal, dark kind of books while I like the opposite. Not completely romantic but something that's slightly different. Something that's not as scary as her choice. Hahahahah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I read the blurb of her current book and I was like, "Murder." .... I lost interest and it didn't click me and then I went," RIGHT!!! JANNAH! You like this kind of book. Ok ok."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it comes to movie, she always go,"Zah, I know you. You like Titanic kind." and I was like...... "and you like Paranormal Activity kind" LOL What! But seriously. I like the difference and the oppositeness. When ever we try to talk, our replies are always completely opposite but it still makes sense. It's magical. I like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: New book! what is this all about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Ah, this girl got pregnant by accident and-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: Oh, my new book is about this murderer--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: And then the boyfriend-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J: This guy killed the---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: She's 3 months pregnant---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, not funny. its something that has to be done in real life. Thassal. It's funny wah. Kambing eh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-2869567915616421981?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/2869567915616421981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=2869567915616421981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2869567915616421981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2869567915616421981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/exams-books-uh-yeah.html' title='Exams, Books, Uh yeah.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWeiZzZZL4k/TX8bVmG2KnI/AAAAAAAAAhw/rtdDJbzdKmY/s72-c/Photo%2B315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7249162980866300950</id><published>2011-03-10T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T11:42:50.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimberly Pauley'/><title type='text'>Twitter - Kimberly Pauley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you know how it feels like to have your favourite author in your @mentions. But I do know how it feels like and I know that it's a good feeling.&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9_INXNWdeA/TXkouzv4jBI/AAAAAAAAAho/Qy51P69BFnk/s1600/Picture%2B3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 59px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9_INXNWdeA/TXkouzv4jBI/AAAAAAAAAho/Qy51P69BFnk/s400/Picture%2B3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582537997732580370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52mAIPiVuUs/TXkot4NoylI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7F3ibLGPcZE/s1600/Picture%2B14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 67px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52mAIPiVuUs/TXkot4NoylI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7F3ibLGPcZE/s400/Picture%2B14.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582537981751249490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEZTfOCmV3M/TXkotiVtUwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/lka7WoNzl9g/s1600/Picture%2B15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEZTfOCmV3M/TXkotiVtUwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/lka7WoNzl9g/s400/Picture%2B15.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582537975879521026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I lolololove Kimberly Pauley.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and Sarah Dessen. (But I don't think she replies her mentions that much. I mean, I can imagine having 100+ mentions. That's just.... a lot. Even I can't handle that. But really, I still love her. It's a personal preference really. :-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-7249162980866300950?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7249162980866300950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7249162980866300950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7249162980866300950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7249162980866300950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/twitter-kimberly-pauley.html' title='Twitter - Kimberly Pauley'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9_INXNWdeA/TXkouzv4jBI/AAAAAAAAAho/Qy51P69BFnk/s72-c/Picture%2B3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-954660744600204890</id><published>2011-03-10T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:36:42.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Shoutout for summmm blogs! :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.readingteen.net&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://iswimforoceans.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://planet-print.blogspot.com/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-954660744600204890?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/954660744600204890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=954660744600204890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/954660744600204890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/954660744600204890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/shout-out.html' title='Shout out!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7554559544203898095</id><published>2011-03-09T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T07:40:29.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Exams, School, Birthday, Tuition</title><content type='html'>Hey! It's exams week here in my school. Its only the third day and I feel like its gonna end tomorrow. &lt;i&gt;I'm just too excited.&lt;/i&gt; Can't wait for it to end. I'm sorry but I can't help it. I'm not in the mood to cramp the facts, the formulae, everything. I just wanna lie down and do my own thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start revising for June O-Levels this coming holiday. and Mock this April and so on so on. I need to focus. Get a timetable. My own timetable. My schedule is a mess. I'm a slacker. I procrastinate. I hate it. Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updated//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from my Maths tuition class! It was better. A lot better. I sat next to someone from stpri. We talked. It went quite well. 40% pure awkwardness. Ice breaking. ;p Anyway, I started asking questions already. Meaning, I'm fine with my tuition classes now. :-D Even Science, I asked. A lot. So, that's good. For me. Same goes to POA. Guess I'm a lot more comfortable bein there. Thank goodness I didn't change my mind about quitting Science and transferring my Maths class to another teacher. Yes, zah. You're welcome for thinking wisely. For giving the teachers another chance. 8-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Let's talk about the exams! Malay 1 was fine. My topic was about tuition (We were asked whether the tuition tradition should be continued or not. discuss bout it!) and I fully objected the &lt;i&gt;tuition-tradition&lt;/i&gt;. Lol, Who cares. It's just an essay. I remember my visit to Thailand's report. I lied for most of the part. Making up names of places of interests. Bahahahahahhh! And I passed. Actually, not bad! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The others that I've sat for were fine. On the fine line, above the fine line or beyond the fine line. Depending on the subject. And the only one that's WAY below that is MATHS 1. Hell. It was hard. complicated. tough. not easy. I screwed it up. I was like, Entah. It was better for them to include tons of algebra questions than giving me non-sense. :p But ok, I won't be surprised at all if I flunk this shit. I'm moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone as in myself (ok.. say what?) knows that &lt;b&gt;my birthday is next week&lt;/b&gt;. I'm sorry I'm making sucha big deal out of this. But come on. &lt;b&gt;I LOVE MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/b&gt;. And it only happens once a year. I'm trying to make the best out of it. ;-) And no. I don't need parties, expensive gifts, fancy family dinner, everyone on facebook to greet me. No. I don't need that. But I appreciate greetings though! Especially the ones who greet me sincerely. I mean... come on. I've received birthday greetings like this.... "HB". That's it. I was like, What the hell? Are you referring to the pencil? If you don't wanna greet then don't. Don't waste your time,honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;i&gt;dum dum dum...&lt;/i&gt;. I do have a wish list. and a good plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I want the &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; is for my dad to bring me to Best Eastern and let me buy as much books as I want. I know it's somehow impossible but we'll see. Moods can change everything. :-) Trust me! :D  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-7554559544203898095?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7554559544203898095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7554559544203898095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7554559544203898095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7554559544203898095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/exams-school.html' title='Exams, School, Birthday, Tuition'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-174742812419439005</id><published>2011-03-09T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:53:16.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>My............... To-read. :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="190" height="300" src="http://www.goodreads.com/images/widget/widget2.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="id=3775113&amp;amp;shelf=to-read&amp;amp;title=Azzah's bookshelf: to-read&amp;amp;host=www.goodreads.com&amp;amp;sort=date_added&amp;amp;order=a&amp;amp;params=amazon,,dest_site,goodreads"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display:none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid #d7d7d7;-moz-border-radius:10px;-webkit-border-radius:10px;width: 165px;padding:10px; margin-bottom: 4px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;color:#aaa;"&gt;Azzah's bookshelf: to-read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3114420.Murder_at_Muckleby_Manor" style="float: left; padding: 2px" title="Murder at Muckleby Manor (New Spirals - Plays S.)"&gt;&lt;img alt="Murder at Muckleby Manor" border="0" height="70" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51CfnwLo5TL._SL75_.jpg" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7823678-diary-of-a-wimpy-kid" style="float: left; padding: 2px" title="Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Ugly Truth (Diary of a Wimpy Kid, #5)"&gt;&lt;img alt="Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Ugly Truth" border="0" height="70" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51XZ%2B4NV%2BBL._SL75_.jpg" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6578293-diary-of-a-wimpy-kid" style="float: left; padding: 2px" title="Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days (Diary of a Wimpy Kid, #4)"&gt;&lt;img alt="Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days" border="0" height="70" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51OP3BLWtKL._SL75_.jpg" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3293821.Diary_of_a_Wimpy_Kid" style="float: left; padding: 2px" title="Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw (Diary of a Wimpy Kid, #3)"&gt;&lt;img alt="Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw" border="0" height="70" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1255575415s/3293821.jpg" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1809465.Diary_of_a_Wimpy_Kid" style="float: left; padding: 2px" title="Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules (Diary of a Wimpy Kid, #2)"&gt;&lt;img alt="Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules" border="0" height="70" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1286370848s/1809465.jpg" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/389627.Diary_of_a_Wimpy_Kid" style="float: left; padding: 2px" title="Diary of a Wimpy Kid (Diary of a Wimpy Kid, #1)"&gt;&lt;img alt="Diary of a Wimpy Kid" border="0" height="70" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1255573105s/389627.jpg" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3775113-azzah" style="color: #aaa;font-size: .9em"&gt;More of Azzah's books »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3775113-azzah" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Azzah's to-read book recommendations, reviews, quotes, book clubs, book trivia, book lists" border="0" height="32" src="http://www.goodreads.com/images/widget/widget_logo.gif" title="Azzah's to-read book recommendations, reviews, quotes, book clubs, book trivia, book lists" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WANT!! &lt;/b&gt;You know what, Actually &lt;i&gt;nya kan&lt;/i&gt; I can save my money &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; if I can RELY on my old-school LIBRARY. It sucks. MOST... or must I say.. ALL of the books there are outdated. Like, please. &lt;div id="gr_custom_widget_1299661369"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="gr_custom_widget_1299661369"&gt;I wonder if the Sengkurong Library's books are updated since its new. Or do they just share the books from Bandar's? HMMMMM.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="gr_custom_widget_1299661369"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="gr_custom_widget_1299661369"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND HEY! MY BIRTHDAY IS IN LESS THAN 7 DAYS. :-D :-D YES, THIS IS AAMAZZZING! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-174742812419439005?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/174742812419439005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=174742812419439005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/174742812419439005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/174742812419439005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/ten-things-we-did-and-probably-shouldnt.html' title='My............... To-read. :|'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-3420315963823479032</id><published>2011-03-04T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T07:15:33.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of the book fair and something else</title><content type='html'>First -- &lt;b&gt;Book Fair&lt;/b&gt;. Went to it. Still the average book fair. Still the same. If I'm not mistaken, it's exactly the same like last year's except for the venue. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most of the books&lt;/i&gt;.... of course are in Malay. Not that I don't like malay books but my preference is English. I swear I have nothing against Malay. :| I have tried reading Malay novels (My sister was a fan, so I borrowed) and most of them were just..... Too long and time consuming. T.T No matter how hard the author tries to shorten it but I don't think they even tried. Its just how it works... I think. Hahahah yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I roamed the whole place. Found best eastern and stopped. The books that I wanted doesn't have discounted price because they are either new arrivals or best-sellers. :| But whatever, I bought&lt;b&gt; Sarah Dessen's That Summer&lt;/b&gt; (I thought they don't have her here! But they do! But but, it was just this one book though. So ugh!) and a copy of&lt;b&gt; Jane Eyre&lt;/b&gt;. Didn't know there's a free ebook. But whatever. &lt;i&gt;I've to agree that physical books are better than the others.&lt;/i&gt; I've tried ebooks and they don't work well with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....TOOO BADDDD MY REAAADDINGG HAS BEEN PAAUUSSEEDD BECAUSSEE OFF THEE EXAMMSSSS....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..But okay, I want good grades. So here I go! :-P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've talked to my dad about the Baiduri Cashcard. It wasn't a serious talk because my sister bugged in and ruin the whole conversation. So ok. He still won't say yes and he asked me to wait till..... UNIVERSITY. WOW. I don't think I can wait that long. Hell no. Oh welll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodnight gals and guys,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-3420315963823479032?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/3420315963823479032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=3420315963823479032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3420315963823479032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3420315963823479032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/review-of-book-fair-and-something-else.html' title='Review of the book fair and something else'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-8198452536721711546</id><published>2011-03-03T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:48:30.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Events'/><title type='text'>School, Life, Stuff?</title><content type='html'>Hey there. I know I've been missing for like...&lt;i&gt;weeks. days. years. whatever&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div&gt;I guess I have been busy with I'm not sure what. Cos it seems like it's still normal. Just like before. Except that I have tuition classes. Every day during weekdays except for Thursday. And I haven't used my laptop for like 3 days or so..? NEW RECORD! Yes. But unfortunately, there are two cracks on my laptop. Hell, I don't know where it came from. Maybe the heat? Cause.. yes. I didn't shut it down. Lol :| I'm so dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Let me write all of the things I've in my head rn in points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- &lt;b&gt;Drama performance.&lt;/b&gt; You might not know that I've been rehearsing for a drama performance for over a month last month! To be honest, our rehearsals sucked. We were lacking major co-operation and time management. Say, we are supposed to rehearse at 1.30. Turns out, we'd only start at 3. It seriously pissed me off. Especially when the performance was just around the corner. I'm sorry I had to burst out yelling and go crazy. It just...... it wasn't right. Plus, the director was always busy trying to 'perfectize' the solo and songs performances. Well, okay sure go ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And during our full rehearsal. things didn't turn out well but all of them were very positive about the performance. I thought we were gonna have all of the microphones, backdrops, music, props and backstage crew in position. But no. I was wrong. It was just us. Doing our thing with the crooked stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the next day.. as in the big day... we skipped a number of the 'Reading Day' programs (Yes, it was a performance for 'Reading Day', &lt;i&gt;a major event in my school&lt;/i&gt;) because we wanted to fix a few glitches and rehearse some things. then, changed into our costumes and back to the hall. The time finally came and people swarmed into the hall and OF COURSE my heart beats even faster. Dang nervousness. :| We performed right after the Malay Drama and well...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT WAS HORRIBLE.&lt;/b&gt; Some singings were acceptable. though ada pacah. but already forgiven! I knew it, you know. Holding the right keys and notes is not easy! I've always reminded dear director about that. Have always asked her to cut down the songs. Have always stressed about that matter. But of course we had to it her way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cues and timing were bad too. Like, they don't know when to go in and out. Like. . . it was just bad. :| The guitars and the amplifiers didn't blend in. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even had to cut down a few scenes because of the time! See what I meant by bad timing?! :/ and when the show ended, every one kind of whined and all. &amp;amp; I was pretty embarrassed of this particular scene where I had to let all of my angry emotions out. It's like... I don't know. The emotions were right but I feel like it was not worth letting it all out. Unless if someone appreciates my effort! I didn't even receive any feedback from the audience. Not that I'm expecting any compliments (Ok, I'd be lying if I say I wasn't but come on.) but at least say,"Good try!"...."That was so brave of you guys! Good job!"...."There's always a next time!"...."Not bad! Keep on practicing! ;-)" Like... motivate us moarrrrrrrr. All I see now is... the cast members are backing out. They had enough. ;\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a bitter memory.&lt;/i&gt; At school, I acted all normal. As if... it's no big deal. thinking that people wouldn't care. just wanted to get over it and all. Actually, I was fine with it. I was fine with the whole horrible performance thing. I knew it would be 'that' bad. That's the reason why I got over it in a mere second. BUT not at home! not before I sleep! not when I was in the shower! not when I wake up! not when I'm on my way to school! I had these crazy thoughts in my head. All negatives and positives. All mixed up. All messing with my head. Ugh. BUT YEAH.. by the loooks of the people in my school, it seems like they could care less. WELL... okay?! Is that even true? What's inside their minds? They might look at me and the rest of us and start thinking of the show. Who knows?! Well...... I say that cause I do that. They might do it as well. WHO KNOWS?! NO ONE KNOWSSSSSSSSS. But ok whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- &lt;b&gt;Spelling Bee!&lt;/b&gt; (I know my first point has exceeded its limits so I'm keeping this one short and straight forward). I joined the 'Spelling Bee' and it was fantastic. It was my first time and I got &lt;b&gt;THIRD PLACE! &lt;/b&gt;Would've won 2nd or 1st if I got the word 'Consonant' right. It's just that, the pronouncer didn't pronounce the words clearly. Like something's missing. Oh well. But YEPEEEE! More merits! Love love love. ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- &lt;b&gt;Tuition classes.&lt;/b&gt; They are tiring. So far, my science class is not doing me any good but the teacher is good! I don't know. I don't feel ok there. I would love to quit this one but I've no firm reasons on why to. I love my POA class. It's helped me a lot. and........ last two days was my first ever Maths D class and hell it sucked. Four students, sitting rather far away from each other and the teacher just kept on throwing questions at us. Suckzballs. :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- &lt;b&gt;Books.&lt;/b&gt; My love for books is growing. I don't know where this came from but its just good. Right now, I'm taking a short break from reading the babies because I have to start revising for the upcoming tests. Ugh. :/ and oh.. sorry for the past posts. I know most of them are about books. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- &lt;b&gt;Book fair.&lt;/b&gt; Slightly different from number 4. :-P I just can't wait for tonight! I wanna go to the fair and see the books. I've always visited the fair with little interests. but not this year. NOT THIS YEAR BABY. This year, I'ma rock your bookshelves you fella bookstores! Haha! Thinking of buying at least 3 books. Hm.. we'll see about that yeah. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your disappointed actress/Your new book lover/A slacker. xx.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-8198452536721711546?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/8198452536721711546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=8198452536721711546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8198452536721711546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8198452536721711546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/school-life-stuff.html' title='School, Life, Stuff?'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-4723671998030297683</id><published>2011-03-03T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:33:11.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Still Sucks To Be Me = Completed!! Yahoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6976966-still-sucks-to-be-me" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Still Sucks to be Me: More All-True Confessions of Mina Hamilton Smith, Teen Vampire (Sucks to be Me, #2)" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1266251006m/6976966.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6976966-still-sucks-to-be-me"&gt;Still Sucks to be Me: More All-True Confessions of Mina Hamilton Smith, Teen Vampire&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1111511.Kimberly_Pauley"&gt;Kimberly Pauley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/144439595"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a continuation of "Sucks to be me" which was released a few years back. I have been waiting for this one impatiently. Of course they don't have this in my country. :( So, I had to go to Kinokuniya Singapore. And I got this. Was so eager to read it because I knew it would be as good as the first one! In fact, it's even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that, it was an awesome story with a sad ending. Just.....Why can't there be a third book?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/3775113-azzah"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/s: I don't review books but Goodreads made me review books. But I really think I suck at it and always try to shorten it and make it as simple as possible. Lol. But okay. Goodreads is just sooooo goood. ;-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-4723671998030297683?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/4723671998030297683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=4723671998030297683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4723671998030297683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4723671998030297683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/03/still-sucks-to-be-me-completed-yahoo.html' title='Still Sucks To Be Me = Completed!! Yahoo!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7578918074712859722</id><published>2011-02-23T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:30:14.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Dreamland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4325.Dreamland" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dreamland " border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1275625196m/4325.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4325.Dreamland"&gt;Dreamland&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/149305762"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 Stars - It was amazing. Can't believe both of her books that I've read were saddening. Macon Faulkner and Rogerson Biscoe. I should have known! Anyway, this book... it's amazing. I just.. I don't know how I'm supposed to review this book. It's on top of my Awesome List now. My next read of hers will be The Truth About Forever. I heard it's really good! But I'm stopping over at Still Sucks To Be Me! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/3775113-azzah"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Just wish my mum would do me a favor by going to Kinokuniya and grab the rest of Sarah Dessen's books available there. I'm addicted already. . . hello?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-7578918074712859722?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7578918074712859722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7578918074712859722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7578918074712859722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7578918074712859722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/02/dreamland.html' title='Dreamland!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-1460825903144882903</id><published>2011-02-20T02:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T02:27:36.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Fantastic Mr Fox!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10444081-fantastic-mr-fox" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fantastic Mr Fox" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Y9DSEycQL._SX106_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10444081-fantastic-mr-fox"&gt;Fantastic Mr Fox&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4273.Roald_Dahl"&gt;Roald Dahl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/149300830"&gt;3 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a children's book written by an amazing author,Roald Dahl. I decided to read this since it's very light.  Less drama and very enjoyable. It is a cup of milo's great companion btw! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/3775113-azzah"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-1460825903144882903?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/1460825903144882903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=1460825903144882903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1460825903144882903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1460825903144882903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/02/fantastic-mr-fox.html' title='Fantastic Mr Fox!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-6860036786573044676</id><published>2011-02-19T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T05:39:51.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Dessen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Someone Like You!</title><content type='html'>Hi. Sorry for the invisibleness. Anyway,this is what I've just finished reading a few minutes ago! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/816953.Someone_Like_You" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Someone Like You" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1295712925m/816953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/816953.Someone_Like_You"&gt;Someone Like You&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2987.Sarah_Dessen"&gt;Sarah Dessen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/138323106"&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally done with this book! I'm happy with it. It's light and nice. And everyone can tell that Macon is a total jerk! He's too pushy and all. Thinking that virginity is not a big deal. Hell, that's just wrong. As for Halley, she's brave but has changed ever since she dated Macon. Well yes things like that just happen you know. And I really think Macon is just like one of those douchebags out there. Effing douchebag! Btw, I love Scarlett's character. and the ending. It was a fresh start for Halley. I recommend. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/3775113-azzah"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/S: This is one of the books which I've bought from Singapore. So. . . Yeap. I've 7 more left! THIS IS JUSTTTT EXCITING! Never knew I'd be interested in books. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I remember when I was in form 1, I bought one of the 'bookworm' series. (Pls tell me you know what I'm talking about!) and it's really thin. Like around.. 60 pages? And it took me around 3 months to finish it! Hahahahaha dang. And I will post pictures from Singapore later on! Hopefully lah! Wanna get my BM done. And start reading the next book. I'm thinking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;dreamland by Sarah Dessen&lt;/span&gt; as well but not before reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Fantastic Mr Fox by Roald Dahl.&lt;/span&gt; OH come on. Tell me you know him. Haha! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-6860036786573044676?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/6860036786573044676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=6860036786573044676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6860036786573044676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6860036786573044676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/02/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone Like You!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-8783256176849499633</id><published>2011-02-14T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:19:58.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>More like a survey to me. Forget the day to day challenge. It sucks. Hahahah</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://heckyeahtumblrchallenges.tumblr.com/post/672476847/30-day-taylor-swift-challenge" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;30 DAY TAYLOR SWIFT CHALLENGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;DAY 01 – THE FIRST TAYLOR SWIFT SONG YOU HEARD: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teardrops on my guitar. (This was way before I became a fan. Jyeah.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 02 – WHEN YOU BECAME A TAYLOR SWIFT FAN: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;2009.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 03 – YOUR FAVORITE TAYLOR SWIFT SONG: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enchanted. Innocent. All....? :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 04 – YOUR FAVORITE TAYLOR SWIFT MUSIC VIDEO: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You belong with me/Fifteen. Can't make up me mind. :3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 05 – NUMBER OF TAYLOR SWIFT CONCERTS YOU’VE BEEN TO: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ONE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; :D *Wooosh! Better than zero! :D :D*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 06 – YOUR FAVORITE TAYLOR SWIFT PERFORMANCE: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back To December.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 07 – YOUR FAVORITE TUMBLR PAGE/S OF TAYLOR SWIFT: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fearless something something. All of them actually. :'4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 08 – THE TAYLOR SWIFT SONG THAT YOU MOST RELATE TO: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fifteen. Banar. :-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 09 – YOUR FAVORITE TAYLOR SWIFT PICTURE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lc0bhbKrGe1qzivgzo1_500-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/tumblr_lc0bhbKrGe1qzivgzo1_500-1.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Yes,such a small photo. Don't wanna exceed the borders. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY 10 – SOMETHING THAT YOU MISS ABOUT TAYLOR SWIFT: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her awesomeness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 11 – YOUR FAVORITE TAYLOR SWIFT LYRIC: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you wishing I'd realize what I had when you were mine" - Back to December.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DAY 12 – YOUR FAVORITE VIDEO OF TAYLOR SWIFT ON YOUTUBE: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C7I3_yFQYkc" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 13 – YOUR FAVORITE TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUM: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SPEAK NOW! Hell yeah! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 14 – HAVE YOU MET TAYLOR SWIFT?: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nope. But I will. I know that I will. One day!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 15 – YOUR LEAST FAVORITE TAYLOR SWIFT SONG: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;....None? Wuuut&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 16 – YOUR FAVORITE TAYLOR SWIFT MAGAZINE COVER: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seventeen December's 2010 issue!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 17 – A TAYLOR SWIFT SONG THAT YOU WISH HAD A MUSIC VIDEO: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enchanted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 18 – WHO WOULD YOU WANT TO DO A DUET WITH TAYLOR SWIFT: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adam Young please!...... it'll be the sweetest thing ever. :'D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 19 – A TAYLOR SWIFT SONG THAT YOU WOULD LOVE TO HEAR LIVE: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Innocent! Wonderin why she didn't sing this at her concert. Tsk. It's a powerful song what! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;DAY 20 – FAVORITE TAYLOR SWIFT QUOTE: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px;  border-collapse: collapse; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fearless isn't about not having fears. To me, fearless is about having fears but you jump in anyway." -Taylor Swift&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 15px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DAY 21 – SOMETHING TAYLOR SWIFT RELATED THAT YOU’RE EXCITED ABOUT: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seeing her again in a few years time..? :D I know I will. I know. I just know. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 22 – A TAYLOR SWIFT SONG THAT YOU CAN PLAY/WISH TO PLAY ON AN INSTRUMENT: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enchanted. Dear John.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 23 – FIVE THINGS YOU LOVE ABOUT TAYLOR SWIFT: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Herself. 2. Her humbleness. 3. Her kindness. 4. Sweetness. 5. Everything about her,really. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;DAY 24 – WHICH DO YOU PREFER: TAYLOR SWIFT’S BLOG, VLOGS, OR TWEETS: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ALLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALLL!!!! OK,ALLL!! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 25 – DO YOU OWN ANY TAYLOR SWIFT MERCHANDISE?: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;YEEEEEEAAAAP! :-))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 26 – YOUR FAVORITE TAYLOR SWIFT MYSPACE VLOG: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IgZY0frgysw" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 27 – THE TAYLOR SWIFT SONG THAT YOU NEVER GET TIRED OF HEARING: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enchanted/Innocent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 28 – HOW TAYLOR SWIFT HAS INFLUENCED YOUR LIFE: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She makes me listen to her songs and change the way I think of certain things. She warns me of hazardous things which I'm not aware of. I know it all from her. No, we've never talked but her music speaks to me. Lol. She's one of the nicest human being in the whole wide world and I'd love to meet her and tell her that myself. Please? *puppy eyes..* :-p &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 29 – POST ANYTHING THAT INVOLVES TAYLOR SWIFT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_lgl2s9vYlj1qzx4wdo1_500.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i379.photobucket.com/albums/oo233/zahcesc/tumblr_lgl2s9vYlj1qzx4wdo1_500.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pA1dPsnfams" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;DAY 30 – IF YOU COULD SAY ANYTHING TO TAYLOR SWIFT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi hi hi there Miss Taylor Alison Swift. I'm one of your biggest fans and I love you..So much that I travelled from one place to another just to see you from a distance. I love you and that's all I really know. I know I didn't get to meet you on the 9th of February 2011,but one day... I will. It's on top of my wish list now and you'll see how that can be a dream come true. Lots of love, Azzah. ;-)&lt;/i&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/8356906319138698606-8783256176849499633?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/8783256176849499633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=8783256176849499633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8783256176849499633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8783256176849499633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-like-survey-to-me-forget-day-to.html' title='More like a survey to me. Forget the day to day challenge. It sucks. Hahahah'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C7I3_yFQYkc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-2938293270421551508</id><published>2011-02-14T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:24:30.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adsddfnfgn</title><content type='html'>Some people are just so mean to me. What did I ever do to you kan bitch eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-2938293270421551508?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/2938293270421551508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=2938293270421551508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2938293270421551508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2938293270421551508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/02/adsddfnfgn.html' title='adsddfnfgn'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-568505988272477666</id><published>2011-02-13T06:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T06:11:13.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Singapour and shiz.</title><content type='html'>Hey bros, I'm home now. Got back on &lt;i&gt;Friday night&lt;/i&gt;. Slept at 3AM and missed school. But it felt good. I feel like I've no commitments. But nah, tomorrow..the nightmare begins. again. darn it. Oh well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, will post the pictures soon. It's 10:10PM and I don't wanna die of eyebags and things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night you all. xx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-568505988272477666?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/568505988272477666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=568505988272477666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/568505988272477666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/568505988272477666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/02/singapour-and-shiz.html' title='Singapour and shiz.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-5845946392280074285</id><published>2011-02-06T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T04:27:02.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organaizah</title><content type='html'>So my combined science teacher wants to see my classwork/homework thingy and I SWEAR I've never really organized that bit! I guess its time to get organized. :( but i'll only work on it next week. on Sunday. Now.... it's singapore time. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-5845946392280074285?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/5845946392280074285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=5845946392280074285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5845946392280074285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5845946392280074285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/02/organaizah.html' title='Organaizah'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-1518717080839355195</id><published>2011-01-30T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T06:50:47.693-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Read and done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6709861-should-i-stay-or-should-i-go" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Should I Stay or Should I Go?" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/518LQQmRcfL._SX106_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6709861-should-i-stay-or-should-i-go"&gt;Should I Stay or Should I Go?&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/23630.Jessica_Adams"&gt;Jessica Adams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rating: &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/143453865"&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the best books I've read!&lt;br /&gt;Funny, Moving and.... Entertaining! Get a copy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/3775113-azzah"&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/s: Now that I'm done with my third book of the year... I'm thinking of the next one. I don't feel like reading romance. Maybe I'd go for Sherlock Holmes but nah. I've 2 Nicholas Sparks which I haven't read but... nah. Maybe I'll go for Komsoon's book, Goodnight smth. Or something. or.. Three weeks to say goodbye by C.J. Box. Man, I'd be out of books to read soon. :{ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-1518717080839355195?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/1518717080839355195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=1518717080839355195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1518717080839355195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1518717080839355195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/read-and-done.html' title='Read and done!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-145864078963463694</id><published>2011-01-30T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:21:03.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work-out, Books, Surprises</title><content type='html'>So.......... I worked out again. Alone. It's so creepy down there. I don't like taking my sweet time... not alone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I went back up and tried to finish off my current book (Should I Stay Or Should I Go? by Jessica Adams) and suddenly.... out of the blue... &lt;i&gt;(yeah you geddit)&lt;/i&gt;... Malai called me. I was shocked by my ring tone pulang dulu. Hahahaha darn it. I need to change it. My current ringtone is the default nokia tone. Btw, he wanted to hang out but I couldn't. I was in a state of shock. Lol. But....... I'd love to,though. :( But then.... I've banyak sangat work to do. No homework but I've some organizing/managing to do. Like... stick the notes and all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. But we'll see how it goes lah. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buuuuttt... ehhh. Hahahaha anyway, that was so sweet of him to actually think of me?! HAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-145864078963463694?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/145864078963463694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=145864078963463694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/145864078963463694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/145864078963463694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/work-out-books-surprises.html' title='Work-out, Books, Surprises'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-532725705231922058</id><published>2011-01-30T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:27:35.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Wedding, Singapore, Swift</title><content type='html'>Oooola! It's Sunday people! And I'm loving it. ;-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attended a wedding this noon w daddy and sister. It was my mum's niece/nephew.. I'm not so sure. :| and do you know how you usually greeted the people surrounding you before sitting?? Hahahaha welllllllll....... I shook my aunts hands but then I accidentally finished the whole block. I kind of led the way and my sister's hair was like............... bad tarus and kusut. it was funnnnyy. haahhahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was just doing what my mum usually does. I thought thats how it really works. Lol. It's tiring. No kidding. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, my cousin's mum was there. The one whom I'm going to the concert with... Joanne. She told me that she was looking forward to it and SO AM I! HELLLYEAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gad. This whole thing is making me excited!!!!!!!! :D :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my dad's not gonna come. Change of plans! My mum decided to give the ticket to Joanne's friend because she thinks that my dad might get bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;......but i like the fact that my mum's supportive on this. :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and most of my mum's side knows about me going to Singapore soon. But none of my dad's side.. well.. only a little knows about me going overseas. I've had this talk with my cousin (dad's side) before. She kind of disagreed and she was trying to make me cancel the trip and all. Which really pissed me off. Unlike my mum's side.. they're &lt;i&gt;understanding&lt;/i&gt;. :-) So, I'm just gonna wait for the very last minute and by then, they can't really do anything about it... huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND TO BE HONEST...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I REALLY DGAF IF YOU HATE/DISLIKE TAYLOR SWIFT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that I love Taylor Swift and there's nothing you can do about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: haha its just that some ppl's been telling me hate stuff which i dont care about and i thought keeping it to yourself is better than wasting your energy whatsoever...? Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-532725705231922058?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/532725705231922058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=532725705231922058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/532725705231922058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/532725705231922058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/wedding-singapore-swift.html' title='Wedding, Singapore, Swift'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-6850763307072649350</id><published>2011-01-28T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T01:46:05.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweats and sweets - lol what?</title><content type='html'>Oh hi! I'm sweating and i'm feeeeelin good. (Y)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad bought us a treadmill and some other equipments since it's kinda hard to go to the gym frequently these days. So uh yeah. The speed is way faster than the ones at the gym. bahahahah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-6850763307072649350?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/6850763307072649350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=6850763307072649350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6850763307072649350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6850763307072649350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweats-and-sweets-lol-what.html' title='Sweats and sweets - lol what?'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-3240250954595333007</id><published>2011-01-27T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T07:00:33.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Extra classes and school stuff</title><content type='html'>Sup! School was okay. We had &lt;b&gt;PE&lt;/b&gt; before break,so we had to change from &lt;i&gt;school uniform to PE uniform and back to school uniform&lt;/i&gt;. We don't have showers in school so it kinda sucked. I was.. actually.. all of us were sweating. like really really sweating. it was sticky. ugh darn. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I went up to take my &lt;b&gt;June O-level's form&lt;/b&gt;. Submitted it with Ezwa. So,yeap. It's confirmed. I'm taking&lt;i&gt; Maths D, Malay, English and History&lt;/i&gt;. I hope I can score all of these. I must not disappoint the money I've thrown away. lol. And blah blah..went home and went back to school for some extra classes. First was English, apparently it was boring. I was blanked. I couldn't think properly. And later on, Maths D. It was fun. We revised Algebra &amp;amp; Indices and the teacher in charge was also nice. Thank goodness he wasn't strict! And yu know what? There was this question on indices and I was stuck. I din't know what &lt;i&gt;Two to the power of one&lt;/i&gt; is. SILLY AH?! I waited for him to come by sekali I asked. He smiled and said,"Two to the power of one...???" and I was like.. "2?" and he nodded and walked away. AND THAT MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD. THE REST OF THE GANG LAUGHED. UMAIGAD. BERI MALU. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!! I thought it has something to do w the rules of indices that I must apply or something. IT DIDN'T CLICK ME. HAHAHA SSIIIILLLLYYY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that was it. Lastly, I hung out with em. Firstly Shaz then Jannah then sorang-sorang balik. Tinggal Wadud. So, I waited for him to go home. I'm just not used to leaving them alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night time - we had this tahlil. and I was asked to do lots of tasks. lots of orders at once. ish. was so pissed at the orders. this aunt of mine just couldn't figure out things. She wants everything to be perfect and she MUST ask everything. Like...... "What are those plates for? Why do we have two kinds?" ISHHH!!!!!! Why can't you just shut it and eat? :( Beri malasorang cemani. Oh boy oh boy.. Why can't I get used to things like this already? :| &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-3240250954595333007?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/3240250954595333007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=3240250954595333007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3240250954595333007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3240250954595333007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/extra-classes-and-school-stuff.html' title='Extra classes and school stuff'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-2066608217430857003</id><published>2011-01-26T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T02:08:15.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Motivational or Emotional?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I wanted to wait till night time. But then why not now since I've nothing much to do. So, oy oy sup!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attended the &lt;b&gt;Musical Motivational Program&lt;/b&gt; this morning with the rest of my yearmates (form fivers).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing was okay lah. I don't know why it's not doing me any good but I still think its worth it! The invited speaker was Radzie but he prefers Abah. A 55-year old Malaysian. He was nice. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, he talked about parents. Which I'm most sensitive about. Lectures these days always stress on the importance of parents. I know. It's a good thing since kids these days &lt;i&gt;mudah lupa.&lt;/i&gt; They want us to appreciate their presence and the things they have done specially for us. &lt;i&gt;Oh... what a sacrifice.&lt;/i&gt; Annen he showed us several videos. The videos were mostly taken from the TV. But I swear I've never seen the Ads. Anyway, the videos were touching. I didn't watch it because I know... I JUST know that I might go all teary. So, I just listened to the&lt;i&gt; oh so soothing&lt;/i&gt; voice. And tried to think of something else. But there were some irresistible parts so I did let out a few drops of tears. And my friend beside me was sobbing and someone in the audience was being focused on the camera. She was sobbing as well. Mannn.... :s &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then he touched on drugs and some others which I can't remember. &lt;i&gt;Oh darn short term memory loss&lt;/i&gt;. Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! Guess what... We sat in the front row and the camera kept on focusing on us. There was this live recording and they project the video straight away. Every time the camera focuses on us,I went... "&lt;i&gt;oh act cool act cool!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;" especially during the emotional videos. emotional emotional videos. Ishhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you wondering why it's called "Musical"? It's because the way he presented his lectures were by singing a few selected songs. The music was nice. I like the rhythms but his voice kind of blended with the music so I couldn't hear the words properly. Oh well :s &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall : Just nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your bebeh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Azzah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;( Future leader :P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-2066608217430857003?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/2066608217430857003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=2066608217430857003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2066608217430857003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2066608217430857003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/motivational-or-emotional.html' title='Motivational or Emotional?'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-2578736209063720018</id><published>2011-01-25T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T05:31:54.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Twitter talks VS Facebook talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I feel like having a conversation on Twitter is way safer than having a talk on Facebook.&lt;/i&gt; Since you get stalked pretty much anytime. Maybe its because of the conveniency of the "See Friendship" button and just by clicking that.. you can already read the whole conversation. But Twitter is different. A lot of people update their status at the same time and your timeline will be flooded by different users and not the same ones except for the annoying ones. Lol no offense. But it can be pretty difficult though since it limits you to 140 characters only. Are you wondering why? Cuz its just not a place for us to talk! Hahahaa! And what's cool is you can't view the whole conversation unless if you follow the talk from start to finish but that's just crazy. and creepy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So uhuh. Oh.... what I most dislike about stalkers/stalking and such is when my teachers start participating in the &lt;i&gt;stalking community&lt;/i&gt;. It just scares me every time he/she takes the topic to school and start teasing people. What ever happens in facebook stays in facebook unless if we intend to continue the story in reality. Because &lt;b&gt;face-to-face/heart-to-heart talks&lt;/b&gt; are just... &lt;i&gt;the best&lt;/i&gt;. I salute those who waits for the next meeting and start spillin out and never stop. Hahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Much lovah and spillah,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-2578736209063720018?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/2578736209063720018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=2578736209063720018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2578736209063720018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2578736209063720018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/twitter-talks-vs-facebook-talks.html' title='Twitter talks VS Facebook talks'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-4491173846370287740</id><published>2011-01-25T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T04:58:48.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Bath'/><title type='text'>Study@UK, School, Scholarship, Talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I suck at titles. That is why most of my post titles are irrelevant to the post. But I've tried my best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sup sup sup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, earlier today I had &lt;b&gt;POA&lt;/b&gt;. Yes,accountings. It was fun at first, maybe the reason why was because I kind of concentrated but then I got sleepy. halfway. Sucks. Why must you Mister Yawns get in the way kan?! And I'm back to being lost. And what's worst is.. I've like around 10 exercises to be done. Maybe we'll discuss a few but not the ones I've missed out due to extreme yawnings. Oh well. Might need to ask some buddies whom I think are as clueless as me. So WHATS THE POINT REALLY?! Eh. I can't wait for tuition. I need to clear the flaws. I need to score this subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then sometime later, there was an announcement and we were given this &lt;i&gt;surat keliling&lt;/i&gt;. It says that we're invited to this &lt;b&gt;musical motivational program&lt;/b&gt;. I hope it's gonna be worth it. I mean....... its during school time so we might have to miss the lessons. I just... you know... hate the fact that we're left behind. The fact that we're not on track. The only one that I know is OK, as in... &lt;i&gt;on track. updated. not left behind&lt;/i&gt;.. are... History and IRK. &lt;i&gt;(Excl. bm n eng)&lt;/i&gt; The others.. like.. Maths,Science and some others are blergh.  &amp;amp; That is the most possible reason why the teachers teaches us as if we're in the Formula 1 race. Damn speedy boi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else hmm... Oh! I went to &lt;b&gt;Study In UK Exhibition&lt;/b&gt; this afternoon with daddy. I know it's a little bit too early for me to attend such events but I was just trying to find some possible directions since I'm not quite sure of what I wanna be in the future. It's alright,isn't it? Can't be wrong either! Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were just roaming around in the first place. I'm not used to being the starter of a conversation but I'll somehow get used to it,so, I asked my dad to ask around. Lol. So, we went to University of Bath's booth. We talked to Ms Jopower if I'm not mistaken. I was pretty blank. Really. :O But then we talked. I asked about Psychology's course in the Uni. The requirements is pretty &lt;i&gt;high&lt;/i&gt;. Dang. &lt;b&gt;3 Straight A's!&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; Subjects required are o&lt;i&gt;ne social science, one pure science and one subject of my choice.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I really am going to go to this Uni then I can just stop thinking about taking maths next year. My eyes were really wide and big. Macam kan tebeliak after hearing the requirements. Anyway, since I'm taking combined science and not pure, that means I've to work my ass off and get an A for my science so I can take a pure science subject once I reach sixth form. Preferably Biology though. But my sister dislikes it. She prefers physics since its the one with less writing. But I like essays. I don't mind memorizing facts and my only weakness when it comes to facts and such are dates and numbers. I just prefer essays. Than having to make a lot of applications and common sense like Sciences subjects. Bleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh another thing is.... I want a &lt;b&gt;scholarship&lt;/b&gt;. I need a scholarship. I visit the scholarship unit's booth. We asked for the requirements. As usuals. Apparently, the lady who talked to us was my mum's friend. So . . . y e a h . And they couldn't tell me much since the rules change every year. But last time, they did it by waiting for the release of the results and once they got out...they straight away went to the Ministry of Education to check out the results and pick out the good results and gave the chosen students a phone call. Sounds easy huh? It's just the head-crammin that makes the whole thing tough. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....and if you get a scholarship, chances of getting a job is good. I think. If you go there by yourself, it means..... well.... cari kerja apa stuff i dunno... payah lagi kali. Kalau under MOE kan bagus. or DANA. And ooohhhh!!! Apparently, Ministry of Defence &lt;i&gt;(MOD&lt;/i&gt;) are out there somewhere giving out scholarships particularly for Psychology courses. I'm thinking of &lt;i&gt;Clinical Psychology&lt;/i&gt; but that's like MOH's stuff unless if they don't mind the &lt;i&gt;cabang-cabangan&lt;/i&gt;. There's organizational &amp;amp; occupational psychology too which I think is related to MOD. No? I dunno. The MOD officers weren't around to brief me on it. BTW, I've known about the roots of psychology way back in 2010. Not just during the exhibition. I've made a research on Psychology. I've watched a few videos on YouTube; posted by University of Yale,US. It was good but I didn't finish it. It was too long. If I did finish it, It means I've completed the course but not the exams,of course. Hahahahaha and that'd be awesome. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND it's confirmed. You can't combine your results from June O-level with November O-level's. Darn. My malay teacher told me already but I just wanted a confirmation since we were already there. Apa lagi kan?! Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. This is pretty long. I don't think anyone wud finish it. ever. i bet you've skipped a few paragraphs and go read the shorter ones. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bah. Adios. Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-4491173846370287740?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/4491173846370287740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=4491173846370287740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4491173846370287740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4491173846370287740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/studyuk-school-scholarship-talks.html' title='Study@UK, School, Scholarship, Talks'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-6565372915960676823</id><published>2011-01-18T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:51:19.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Win!</title><content type='html'>Hey. What up?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm giving up on that 30-Day letter challenge. I can't keep it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the list of those who are eligible to sit for June examinations are finally out! Yesterday! My teacher mentioned the names. I was listed. Thank goodness! I picked up the form and discussed the matter with my dad. I'm planning to take Malay,English,Mathematics D and History. Well actually.. I was planning to take IRK instead of Maths. But my friends said it's easy to score that one. So.. uhuh. It's true pun. And my dad wants me to give POA a shot. I'm still thinking about it but it seems like there's nothing else to think about. So, I might take it. He told me that my tuition might be able to help me finish the syllabus or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Registration is $60.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One subject is $35.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm taking four. So.. $200? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can score 2/3. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this morning, we had a meeting. again. no comment on that. well actually i do. but nahhhhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was totally kusut during POA. I didn't concentrate. I was doing something else like something unnecessary. Ugh. Now I've floadz piles of homework to be done by next week! Maybe this is pressure. Wait. Is this even...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-6565372915960676823?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/6565372915960676823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=6565372915960676823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6565372915960676823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6565372915960676823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/win.html' title='Win!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-6760693119205993127</id><published>2011-01-16T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T02:10:35.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to: 30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 8 — your favorite internet friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Dear Niffy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I know we haven't been talking. I guess we're really busy w school. Oh well. :{ nyways, You're fun! and awesome! And all that! I can't wait to meet you! Someday. Sometime. I don't know when.... It better be real soon! :D I love you buddy. And I'm keeping 'em deepest thoughts to self. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Azzah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/8356906319138698606-6760693119205993127?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/6760693119205993127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=6760693119205993127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6760693119205993127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6760693119205993127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-8-your-favorite-internet-friend.html' title='Day 8 — your favorite internet friend'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-2260610384201671204</id><published>2011-01-15T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:19:17.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Now reading : How I Live Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/TTGsr4LSPdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/RgpM5rjA60M/s1600/Photo%2B303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/TTGsr4LSPdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/RgpM5rjA60M/s400/Photo%2B303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562416884593343954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How I live now by Meg Rosoff.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bought this one last year. 1st of January 2010. I know. Hahahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-2260610384201671204?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/2260610384201671204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=2260610384201671204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2260610384201671204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2260610384201671204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/now-reading-how-i-live-now.html' title='Now reading : How I Live Now'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/TTGsr4LSPdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/RgpM5rjA60M/s72-c/Photo%2B303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-9216328562981673598</id><published>2011-01-15T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T05:34:17.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Lift yoself.</title><content type='html'>Sup! Time to update you fellas! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week on Saturday, we had our first STARS session w the pravocs students. I had a new student. It was tough. He didn't want to talk to me. Yet he was very naughty. He hid the book while I was away. He grabbed the chair when I wanted to sit. But I took it easy saja la. Then, I asked him to read. He didn't want to. I read for him. And finished early. He still inda mau cakap. So, I decided to just.... start a conversation with him. But failed. T.T I really don't know what else to do. I'm not a therapist,that's for sure. I'm a volunteer. I was nice enough to not care about what he did. Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier today, I had Chemistry. The teacher was so speedy on things. She said that we're left behind. BUUUTTTTTT....... I couldn't follow up. :( Same goes to Maths D. The teacher was super speedy. We did tell her but she said the same thing. We need to catch up. Grrrrr. I was lost. Somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, it was time for CCA Registration. I joined Ping Pong &amp;amp; English Drama. Was pretty surprised that lots of people joined the english drama but not Malay drama. Basically, I'm already in the Drama club since I'm a SEEDS member. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Drama! We're going to perform. &lt;i&gt;Again.&lt;/i&gt; This time its for the &lt;i&gt;Reading Day&lt;/i&gt;, which is on the 12th of February. It was Mr Harry Hansman request. We didn't object. I thought it's gnah beh cool except that the guys in my school are bullies. T.T * OH wellz* we planned not to do 'Into The Woods' since it requires lots of people. &amp;amp; We had our first meeting today. I didn't attend STARS because,well,we had to talk about this. Duuuh. It was just Hazwa,Azri,Ezwa,Malina,Sir Smal &amp;amp; I. Not enough. Gladly, lots of people joined the drama club. So I guess we can ask them to help us or something. :) lol wut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH! Guess what. I had diarrhea this morning. ...till balik skolah. then malam. :s I didn't know what it was at first. HAHAHA. MIHIR. But uh yeah. I was like.... "...weird" but then I figured it out. Haha silly. Had tummyache. Sucks. But I'm alright now. I think. 8-) Can't wait for the system to solidify my thing. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA I wanna be normal. again. ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-9216328562981673598?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/9216328562981673598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=9216328562981673598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/9216328562981673598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/9216328562981673598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/lift-yoself.html' title='Lift yoself.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-4936374417964980838</id><published>2011-01-15T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T03:57:12.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to: 30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 7 — your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Dear ex-boyfriend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I appreciate your presence in my life. And for encouraging me on certain things. for teasing me. for being there. for everything. thank you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Azzah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-4936374417964980838?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/4936374417964980838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=4936374417964980838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4936374417964980838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4936374417964980838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-7-your-ex-boyfriendgirlfriendlovecr.html' title='Day 7 — your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-5404786360346553353</id><published>2011-01-13T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:16:29.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to: 30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 5 — Your dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear dreams,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello there dreams! I hope you're doing fine. I hope everything goes well. I hope you'll come true. I'm on my way to achieve you,dreams. I'm working my ass off for you. For us. Actually me. Not you. But if I achieve you, it'll make me happy. And if I achieved you.. that means, I can cross you out from my long list. Which is a good thing. To be honest, I've a lot of dreams. I'm a dreamer. And I dream big. I'm pretty ambitious. Oh,Dreams... I fantasize about you all the time. I daydream. They are just so hypnotizing. I'm always distracted by these amazing,wild,impossible dreams. And I wish to achieve a number of dreams. Really. Like.. my successful career. my happy ever after life. my..... whatever that makes me happy. I don't wanna list them down. It's a long list. Remember? but oh well. Good luck to me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your dreamer,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Azzah.&lt;/i&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/8356906319138698606-5404786360346553353?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/5404786360346553353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=5404786360346553353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5404786360346553353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5404786360346553353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-5-your-dreams.html' title='Day 5 — Your dreams.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-5828466139471168780</id><published>2011-01-13T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:17:16.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to: 30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 4 — your sibling (or closest relative)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear closest relative,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I bet you know who you are. If you don't,then.. here's a hint. Your name starts with the letter A. And ends with the letter H. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey there crazy girl. You speak fluent english and that's amazing. Anyway, we connect a lot. We talk about things from A-Z. We can stay up all night and cuddle all night long and be the happiest/greatest gay couple ever. That's sweet,ain't it? :-P You're a talented violinist. Keep it up! Pursue it! And I hope your dreams to be a director and a professional violinist will one day come true. And make RTB a better channel. You can do it baby. I believe in you. ;-) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your baby,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Azzah.&lt;/i&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/8356906319138698606-5828466139471168780?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/5828466139471168780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=5828466139471168780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5828466139471168780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5828466139471168780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-4-your-sibling-or-closest-relative.html' title='Day 4 — your sibling (or closest relative)'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-1803203307789406357</id><published>2011-01-13T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:08:49.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to: 30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 3 — Your parents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Dear parents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Thank you very much for letting me in this wild world. Thank you so much for taking care of me ever since I was a baby. I know I can be a little selfish at times or maybe most of the times but really.. there's nothing I can do about it. What's done is done,right? Though I can't assure you that,that bad thing bout me is gone but yeah. And thank you for supporting me throughout the years. Thank you for helping me make tough decisions. Thank you for making me a better person. Thank you for supplying me with all of the necessities and the unnecessary wants. Thank you for being there when I need someone to listen to my pointless stories. Thank you for letting me attend school and encouraging me to further my studies and letting me choose my desired ambition. Thank you very much for being there whenever I need you guys. I know that my silliness can bring madness and I'm sorry for that. Thank you for letting me experience and accept and try those rare and great opportunities. Thank you for fulfilling and granting my wild dreams. Thank you for being able to bear with me. I know I'm a pain in the ass but you guys are awesome, you survived. I can't thank you both enough. But once again... I'd love to thank you amazing people for everything you've done to me. xx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Your awesome daughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Azzah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-1803203307789406357?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/1803203307789406357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=1803203307789406357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1803203307789406357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1803203307789406357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-3-your-parents.html' title='Day 3 — Your parents.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-9140220943652713849</id><published>2011-01-13T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T06:58:08.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to: 30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2 — Your crush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Dear crush,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I've no dedication on this. Because seriously.. I don't have a crush. not on anyone. not now. Well.. that is if you don't count the celeb crushes. But, let's take this personally lah. I've no one spesel. I'm sorry. But if I had one.... I'd totally do this. Dengan penuh perasaan. :-P Too bad I don't have one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Yours truly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Azzah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-9140220943652713849?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/9140220943652713849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=9140220943652713849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/9140220943652713849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/9140220943652713849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2-your-crush.html' title='Day 2 — Your crush.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-6313576166919365080</id><published>2011-01-13T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T05:43:07.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Swallowin my pride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It won't be fair if I didn't share the video here because well... &lt;i&gt;you know&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just gonna go straight to the point hokay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here. I present you&lt;b&gt; Taylor Swift's&lt;/b&gt; latest music video : &lt;i&gt;Back to December&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not her best video but who cares! It's still awesome. As usual. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjar7np_wuE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjar7np_wuE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Taylor Swift, me lav. &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-6313576166919365080?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/6313576166919365080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=6313576166919365080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6313576166919365080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6313576166919365080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/swallowin-my-pride.html' title='Swallowin my pride.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-1929167503034757291</id><published>2011-01-08T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:44:40.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Capture Today. Share Forever. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to print all of the memorable photos and scrapbook it. I know. It sounds so good I want to get started right away. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll do it. Soon. Now. Soon. Sooooon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-1929167503034757291?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/1929167503034757291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=1929167503034757291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1929167503034757291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/1929167503034757291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/scrapbook.html' title='Scrapbook!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-6467241736863386316</id><published>2011-01-08T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T04:49:34.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to: 30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 1 — Your best friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Dear best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Okay.. I don't really know whom I'm dedicating this to. I don't want to be biased on this matter but I guess it's the only way. And now, I'm not even sure if I've one. Bleh. I'm also not sure if I'm supposed to keep the name as a secret but I guess I'll just keep it anonymous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So... to my dearest best friend.. I'm glad we met. The first time we met was during tuition. Back in 2006. Meaning, I've known you for almost 6 years. Fascinating! I'm glad you trusted me. I tried my best to help but I suck at helping you w the dilemmas. But trust me, I'll forever lend you my ears. My helping hands. Whatever you need. You know you deserve it,right? And I will for sure try my best to be there for you. You're the best though we've been into fights and conflicts but that's completely normal. I know I've stopped telling you things a few months back.. but you were so good, you figured it out all by yourself. And that's one of the reasons why I love you. Energy saved baby. Lol. I don't know.. I was just too scared to let things out. Skip skip! I was surprised you came to my show. Thank you for being supportive! You are great. You are fun. And I know you can be bitchy at times but guess what, I'm used to it. Don't you worry! I hope our friendship will last forever. I love you. xx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Forever love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Azzah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-6467241736863386316?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/6467241736863386316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=6467241736863386316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6467241736863386316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6467241736863386316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-bestfriend.html' title='Day 1 — Your best friend.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7996885586727715916</id><published>2011-01-08T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T22:03:56.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letters to: 30-Day Challenge'/><title type='text'>Letters to..</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div id="post_container" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; float: left; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 30px; "&gt;&lt;div class="autopagerize_page_element"&gt;&lt;div id="post" style="width: 500px; margin-top: 40px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sleepingwithlions.tumblr.com/post/716106295/as-requested-letters-to" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;sleepingwithlions&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 1 — your best friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 2 — your crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 3 — your parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 4 — your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 5 — your dreams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 6 — a stranger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 7 — your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 8 — your favorite internet friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 9 — someone you wish you could meet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 10 — someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 11 — a deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 12 — the person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 13 — someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 14 — someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 15 — the person you miss the most&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 16 — someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 17 — someone from your childhood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 18 — the person that you wish you could be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 19 — someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 20 — the one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 21 — someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 22 — someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 23 — the last person you kissed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 24 — the person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 25 — the person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 26 — the last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 27 — the friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 28 — someone that changed your life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 29 — the person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;day 30 — your reflection in the mirror&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm gonna give a shot on this. Don't mind the date settings. It's not right. Not at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-7996885586727715916?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7996885586727715916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7996885586727715916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7996885586727715916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7996885586727715916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/letters-to.html' title='Letters to..'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-4950060980223359251</id><published>2011-01-08T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:55:31.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/TSlLefeZYzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/2_byiodrA9I/s1600/Picture%2B65.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/TSlLefeZYzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/2_byiodrA9I/s400/Picture%2B65.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560058202182738738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exactly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mixed thoughts. Mixed feelings. Mixed stuff. I'm a mess. Stay away from me. It's contagious. What am I even talking about? I shouldn't have done it. It brings me back to square one. It was a horrible place. It was a mistake. I was insecure. I was lost. I wish I can unravel my mistake. But there's no use. Not anymore. I fell. It hurts. Now, I'm just trying to get back up though I've nothing left. I'm just reminiscing. And now I'm not even sure if I believe in such things,again. Let's just hope this dilemma will end in a nanosecond. Impossible? Uh. Tell me about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-4950060980223359251?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/4950060980223359251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=4950060980223359251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4950060980223359251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/4950060980223359251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/word.html' title='Word.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/TSlLefeZYzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/2_byiodrA9I/s72-c/Picture%2B65.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-8944214805821425500</id><published>2011-01-08T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T07:14:35.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recommended: This is a star'/><title type='text'>Parachute and Anna.</title><content type='html'>These people are talented: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; these songs. I really do. And the lyrics to The Mess I Made is beautiful. The video clip and the song... I was touched. Too sweet! And this just reminds me of the mess I made. But its okay, what's done is done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7qdlVkgiz0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L7qdlVkgiz0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's another one. An old song but who cares! She's Anna Nalick in case you don't know. Her song Breathe (2PM) is... ummmpph. And she writes this song. And the guitar. MAH SONG. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2yiphu8Ff8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2yiphu8Ff8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-8944214805821425500?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/8944214805821425500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=8944214805821425500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8944214805821425500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8944214805821425500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/parachute-and-anna.html' title='Parachute and Anna.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-6689114855094163799</id><published>2011-01-07T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T07:15:07.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Taylor wins Favourite Country Artist @ PCA '11!</title><content type='html'>I remember voting for her every day. I'm so glad she won! Though I missed the awards show because of school or something. Sucks. I know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvGq64nj5ww?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvGq64nj5ww?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits goes to the owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-6689114855094163799?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/6689114855094163799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=6689114855094163799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6689114855094163799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/6689114855094163799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/taylor-wins-favourite-country-artist.html' title='Taylor wins Favourite Country Artist @ PCA &apos;11!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-3566753458514560568</id><published>2011-01-07T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T06:52:48.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Packed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish I can blog every time I wish to blog. It's so hard these days..ever since school came back to life. There's just so many things to handle now. I think I'm handling it quite nicely though. Let's just hope that this will last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my History homework. Not finished but halfway. Due date is on Monday. Taking things slow. Trying to manage it rightly. Yeap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might update my vocabulary book after this. Mrs Alder asked us to keep this book updated. I guess it's possible for me to learn new words everyday since I read a novel,right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;By the way, thanks Mah Lih Nah (your chinese name! :P) for the guitar. (&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;♥^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;♥&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/TScnSix1iAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ABYEKBEmBoM/s320/Photo%2B287.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559455464539129858" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-3566753458514560568?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/3566753458514560568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=3566753458514560568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3566753458514560568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3566753458514560568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/packed.html' title='Packed.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/TScnSix1iAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ABYEKBEmBoM/s72-c/Photo%2B287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-2543612430089860750</id><published>2011-01-06T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T05:45:32.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Sarah Dessen = good stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/sarah%20dessen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g229/winkie15/Books/Sarah%20Dessen/SarahDessen.jpg" border="0" alt="Sarah Dessen Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not going to call myself obsessed just yet but I &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;kind of like&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; love Sarah Dessen's novels. In case you don't know, She writes young adults books and they sure are interesting as hell. I've read the first chapters of her books. The ones that can be previewed on Amazon only though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grab the copies as soon as possible. I think Best Eastern sells them but I'll just wait 'till I reach Singapore. I bet the copies there are cheaper by a few dollars. I mean, the price can't be that bad right. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/sarah%20dessen" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o181/xx48sarah84xx/lunapic-1241718183787678.gif" border="0" alt="sarah dessen Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I might grab 2 copies of her novels. The one on my top list is 'Someone Like You'. I want Dreamland and Just Listen,too. But... no. I've other &lt;i&gt;wants &lt;/i&gt;whose priority is higher than these. &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/8356906319138698606-2543612430089860750?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/2543612430089860750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=2543612430089860750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2543612430089860750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2543612430089860750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/sarah-dessen-good-stuff.html' title='Sarah Dessen = good stuff'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-2684032362429492746</id><published>2011-01-06T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:45:22.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>Standard Malay FTW</title><content type='html'>Oh my god, I'm like PMSing right now. Wait. I don't think so. I think I'm just being emotional. Someone irritated me. I shouted like hell. It was dramatic. Ah god. It was really bad. It was some kind of stage theater kind of mad. Full of expressions. Ugh. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, School was fine. As usual. We had this Grammar Test and it was fine,I think. The first two pages were pretty simple. Maths was awesome. Congruency's basics aren't that hard compared to Chemistry and Accounting's first topic which I can't remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And during Malay, we were having this "&lt;i&gt;kemahiran bercakap dalam bahasa melayu standard&lt;/i&gt;". We were asked to talk in Standard Malay. Voice out 3 ideas in 30 seconds. I did it. Though I was really nervous because.... GAGAS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 3 points were: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Berlatih dan persembahan drama teater bagi penuntut2 sekolah kerajaan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Berkumpul di kediaman nenek saya bagi mengeratkan silaturrahim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Bekerja separuh masa di kedai buku ibu saudara saya.&lt;/i&gt; Not that bad right? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;//Updated:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the noon, I went to Consumer Fair Part 7. There I met lots of people. I saw Chriss Lim, I stared but I don't think he noticed but he looked like he was avoiding or something. I met Mister Hill Zaini. My drama vocal instructor. We had an awkward conversation. Damn it! I saw Syer! My long lost friend from Jigsaw Primary School. My IRK teacher,too. This one was like.. what. I was sitting down. Laid back. Saw her. Smiled. Can't just sit down and stare.. it'd be rude. Stood up,shook hands. Damn awkward,boy. Then,my sister was chased by some Yellow Ads lady. She was recruiting people to join their game. She approached us in a sarcastic way. My sister layan sarcastically jua. Thought my sis would be interested but no. It was funny yet embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we went to &lt;i&gt;PHMD Tuition School&lt;/i&gt;. Somewhere in Qlap. I might be interested in this tuition school. Who knows. We'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night time. Went to the airport to send Ka Zaiton and the rest. They're leaving us for UK. I greeted her and she was like,"&lt;i&gt;Bila lagi drama lai?&lt;/i&gt;".. I said I dunno. We'll hafta wait. Then, greeted her siblings. She introduced me to her siblings about my role as Jack's mum. And they were like &lt;i&gt;complimenting &lt;/i&gt;and all. I was so glad they liked it! All &lt;i&gt;well-done's &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;congratulations&lt;/i&gt; and yeah. Then, she approached her mum. Not that I saw her walk from one end to one end though. I heard my name being mentioned,so,I rushed to the venue lah. Biasa lah kan.  I was all.. "What what? :O"...."Ni nah Azzah nah. Pandai belakon." Umm.. I would've denied that fact but come on! Senang jua hati tu dengar stuffs like that. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Abang Ruddy came. "Bah, tweet. Say 'where are crocs from?' and then ReTweet' I don't get him. He called me a Tweet Freak. I don't tweet all the friggin time. Later on at the restaurant he was like, "At a restaurant with the cousins."... If only he was younger!! *shakes head* ... then, "You're such a big mouth" and tweet. I don't know. Annowing. No?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-2684032362429492746?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/2684032362429492746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=2684032362429492746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2684032362429492746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/2684032362429492746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/standard-malay-ftw.html' title='Standard Malay FTW'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-536064949587102145</id><published>2011-01-04T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:30:11.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free books!</title><content type='html'>No,not &lt;i&gt;free. Sorry.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div&gt;It's a New Year Giveaway! Are you interested? Well.. if you are... then... you might want to visit this site! &lt;a href="http://withoutabookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-resolution-giveaway.html"&gt;http://withoutabookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-resolution-giveaway.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want 'em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-536064949587102145?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/536064949587102145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=536064949587102145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/536064949587102145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/536064949587102145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/free-books.html' title='Free books!'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-5686836871273175769</id><published>2011-01-04T05:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T05:25:28.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why can't I forever be fifteen? I like the sound of it. FIFTEEN. Sounds young huh? :P I'm just not ready for sixteen. It sounds so............... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I didn't say old. Did I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-5686836871273175769?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/5686836871273175769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=5686836871273175769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5686836871273175769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/5686836871273175769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-cant-i-forever-be-fifteen-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-8988005735933164077</id><published>2011-01-04T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T05:26:58.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'm sorry, I haven't updated my links section. Its because I've changed my templates constantly before. Most of the templates were HTML, so, I had to customize the codes lagi apa. Time consuming habis! And I'm too lazy to edit that section now. :( &amp;amp; I like the new 'design' feature. I don't have to search for templates from google anymore. And I might stick to this template for a long time. I've customized my widgets. The ShoutBox! &amp;amp; the tweets. All in perfect scheme colour. ;-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8356906319138698606-8988005735933164077?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/8988005735933164077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=8988005735933164077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8988005735933164077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/8988005735933164077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-sorry-i-havent-updated-my-links.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-7393590173968478487</id><published>2011-01-04T00:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:17:10.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><title type='text'>School, it's back.</title><content type='html'>Hey! School is back. The first day was alright.. I think. I met my girls whom I haven't seen/met since SEEDS Production. Ahhh... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't study at all. However, the school system has changed. We're not allowed to wear PE Attire to school. We can only wear em during PE Lessons. Which means we've to bring extra bag and extra extra stuff to school since they've provided us a brand new changing room! &lt;i&gt;well.. not really lah&lt;/i&gt;. I don't know... I don't really like that idea. Not that brilliant.. what do you say? They did this because some students abused the PE Attire. Some people wore it so they can escape from school. It's ridiculous.. don't you think so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, starting from today onwards &lt;i&gt;(well,today was an exception since it rained)&lt;/i&gt; our assembly is going to be held at the Menglait Square. I was like.... say what? They really want us to faint huh. Or suffer. Or something but nothing good,really. But I guess it's okay. Let's just hope that this will be my final year in this uh um... school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what... I'm no longer using my sling bag. Hah! Changed to backpacks. Which is awesome. I love carrying them around. Call me obsessed. Thus, my favourite time out of all are: &lt;i&gt;coming to school&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;going back home&lt;/i&gt;. Hahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;.... It's only the second day of school and I already have loads of homework to be done before next week. I'll try to chill. And do things under pressure. I must not stress out etc etc.. Ahh... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow! My first English Lesson with my all-time favourite teacher! Mrs Alder! I hope she's gonna make us write that &lt;i&gt;about me&lt;/i&gt; composition. She asked us to do this 2 years in a row and I hope this year won't be an exception since I've more things in mind that I'd like to write down. Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8356906319138698606-7393590173968478487?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/7393590173968478487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=7393590173968478487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7393590173968478487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/7393590173968478487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-its-back.html' title='School, it&apos;s back.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8356906319138698606.post-3107096655116029915</id><published>2011-01-02T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:58:21.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>I do books.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I need to grab some new books, though it'd take time. &lt;div&gt;I hope I could grab a few in Singapore. &lt;b&gt;KINOKUNIYA!&lt;/b&gt; or Times! or MPH! but still.. KINOKUNIYA! ahhhhhh!! That place's beast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's just a list. Just a list. I think the books are awesome but I'd do my research tomorrow to confirm its awesomeness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Anna and the French kiss  - Stephanie Perkins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Sucks to be me 2 - Kimberly Pauley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Before I fall - Lauren Oliver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Ten things we did (and probably shouldn't have) - Sarah Mlynowski &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Hate List - Jennifer Brown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Infinite Days - Rebecca Maizel &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. Delirium - Lauren Oliver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. Someone Like You - Sarah Dessen &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. We'll always have summer - Jenny Han&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you haven't heard of these authors. Well,me too. But its time to get to know them! And what's for sure is.. I know &lt;i&gt;Kimberly Pauley&lt;/i&gt; and hell yeah, She's awesome! I have her first book "Sucks To Be Me", It's something to do with vampires. It's a cool ride. I love it so much! ...but they don't have their second copies here in Brunei. I'd love to order them online but my sister's hard to convince. She'd do it for me but then there'll be a personal charge! And I hate shipping costs. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My favourite genre is Romantic. or Romantic Comedy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and oh oh! I can't wait for 2,3,6 &amp;amp; 8. :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have a few books which I haven't read. You see.. I love books. I love buying books. But finding the time to read them is quite hard. Btw, I just started&lt;i&gt; "My Big Fat Manifesto" by Susan Vaught. &lt;/i&gt;Yes,the book I showed you the other day. I read it the other day but stopped cos of the irresistible internet. But I read it again just now at work and I can tell that it's gonna be awesome! So, I'm continuing my journey later! 8) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! Guess what inspired me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These lovely sites : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://renkellym.tumblr.com/ - Lauren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://vintgebookworm.blogspot.com/ - Amanda.&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/8356906319138698606-3107096655116029915?l=zahcesc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/feeds/3107096655116029915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8356906319138698606&amp;postID=3107096655116029915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3107096655116029915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8356906319138698606/posts/default/3107096655116029915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zahcesc.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-do-books.html' title='I do books.'/><author><name>Azzah Afiah.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17856141038350879704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDltov7L4IE/Si5fMeiq2qI/AAAAAAAAARA/WvVRm6anwtk/S220/6a0109810e309a000c011016575d06860c-500pi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
