<?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-97309645947127395</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:33:07.076-07:00</updated><category term='ur man'/><category term='SS501'/><category term='kim hyun jung'/><title type='text'>the confession</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-1321307564480095045</id><published>2010-06-17T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:00:56.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you never cared anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i hate to talk about this. it's always the same old issue with you. you always think you're right. you never bother to ask me what's wrong, all you do is point at my fault and nag. i don't really care about the nagging anyway, it's your habit. no one can deny that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;another thing, i hate it when you don't give a response to what i'm saying. I JUST HATE THE LOOK YOU HAVE ON YOUR FACE WHEN YOU'RE TURNING AWAY WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU. when i don't respond, it's rude, but if you're doing it it's all okay. is it fair? well, why don't you do the thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you know what, i'll be really grateful if i ever have a chance to spend a moment with you, have a heart-to-heart talk. where you just listen and consider. don't mind all the tears that'll be rolling down my cheeks. just let me finish pouring out what i've been keeping inside. only then you tell me what's right or wrong. i'm just a normal human being. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i make mistakes&lt;/span&gt;. and of course i do know how to behave and respect others. but i also have my own feelings. have you ever think of taking care of it? you always say, what you always want is a mutual relationship between us. well, from what i see, you're the one not doing the part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-1321307564480095045?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1321307564480095045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-never-cared-anyway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/1321307564480095045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/1321307564480095045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-never-cared-anyway.html' title='you never cared anyway'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-5291445311678891562</id><published>2010-06-09T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:08:02.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;I understand that there are some problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I am not too blind to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;All the pain you kept inside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though you might not show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I can't apologize for being wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then it's just a shame on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be the reason for your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;And you can put the blame on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-5291445311678891562?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5291445311678891562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-5143757397104984960</id><published>2010-06-08T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:23:34.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school holiday is such a bore but i dont wanna go to school either</title><content type='html'>what to do during school hols :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat eat eat :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch korean dramas. what else? ^_^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;homeworks / study?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pointless addmath project -___-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Bang myself everyday. what more can i do? they're korean most swoon-worthy boyband :DD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hang out with my cousins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work out! chehh. haha. anything for Yoona's bod and legs ;p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn hangeul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;so there's this boy, he actually asked me to write about him at my blog. i dont really know what to write about him but all i know is his funny attitude makes him someone's fun to be around with. oh and, he was born a day before me. haha.there you go Shawn? happy now? haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-5143757397104984960?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5143757397104984960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-holiday-is-such-bore-but-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5143757397104984960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5143757397104984960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-holiday-is-such-bore-but-i-dont.html' title='school holiday is such a bore but i dont wanna go to school either'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-4376147725108290927</id><published>2010-06-08T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:52:18.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/TA8Pb8uNDxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QTdgBGYrvWs/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/TA8Pb8uNDxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QTdgBGYrvWs/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480616244363988754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;can't wait for it to be mine. hehehe. sabar. just a few days left :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-4376147725108290927?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4376147725108290927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-3977127012149533293</id><published>2010-06-08T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:44:33.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the only Girls Generation song i can relate to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Echo, echo&lt;br /&gt;(Echo, echo)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What kind of man are you?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You keep thinking that all girls belongs to you!&lt;/span&gt; (Echo-oh~, echo-oh~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve never met a person like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make my heart flutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But all you do is think about the other girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can see it all with my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking that all girls belongs to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assuming that everyone will like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who are around are oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here and there, you sweet words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Echo, echo, echo, echo&lt;br /&gt;Your voice keeps bothering me like an&lt;br /&gt;Echo, echo, echo in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tried so hard to block it but it’s like an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Echo, echo, echo, echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t meant for me so why am I acting like an idiot and it’s like an&lt;br /&gt;Echo, echo, echo in my brain&lt;br /&gt;It sounds as if you’re talking to me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now I’m starting to like you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s a crime to be clueless.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I shout in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;You can’t hear it because it’s part of the penalty.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it’s not that easy to give up&lt;/span&gt; either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You start your game once you leave home.&lt;br /&gt;Girls who’re passing by are so fine.&lt;br /&gt;Once they are hooked, you put your moves on&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here and there, your sweet words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you wish for the best of us then throw your hands up!&lt;br /&gt;(Throw your hands up!)&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can treat me better than he did then throw your hands  up!&lt;br /&gt;(Throw your hands up!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Echo, echo, echo, echo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your voice keeps bothering me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echo, echo, echo, echo!&lt;br /&gt;Hey you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;womanizer&lt;/span&gt;, try to be nice to me too!&lt;br /&gt;Echo, echo, echo, echo (my love~)&lt;br /&gt;Echo-oh, echo-oh (my love~)&lt;/span&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/97309645947127395-3977127012149533293?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3977127012149533293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/blah-blah-blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/3977127012149533293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/3977127012149533293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/06/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-2259295403469214861</id><published>2010-04-08T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:06:22.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;too much of anything can make you sick.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wanted you so much and now it hurts to know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you're looking in another direction,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so after this, let's just pass by each other without looking straight in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;without saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;pretend like we don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;i know it will be better off that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-2259295403469214861?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2259295403469214861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-much-of-anything-can-make-you-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/2259295403469214861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/2259295403469214861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/too-much-of-anything-can-make-you-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-7728918394209005660</id><published>2010-04-03T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:33:43.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/S7dtnSvOfeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/U7uFEZYDbKQ/s1600/snsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/S7dtnSvOfeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/U7uFEZYDbKQ/s400/snsd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455949995394891234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want legs like that. aja aja hwaiting jaz! :D&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/97309645947127395-7728918394209005660?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7728918394209005660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-legs-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/7728918394209005660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;plans for today :&lt;br /&gt;*the one i made the night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kemas bilik&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;update blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;update psp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;update twitter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tengok true blood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exercise guna gintell's magnetic bike yang baru beli.  hehe :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buat homework? haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;things i did today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;download k-pop videos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;download gambar gambar GDRAGON. haha :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;update blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pergi rumah orang kahwin -_-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exercise on the new magnetic bike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hahaha. teruknya perangai. lately ni semangat exercise guna magnetic bike tu. sampai mama pun tanya, 'rajin awak exercise sampai setengah jam'. my answer was simple, 'nak kaki macam girls' generation' hahahahah :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-7909656746539798778?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7909656746539798778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/sakit-kepala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/7909656746539798778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/7909656746539798778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/04/sakit-kepala.html' title='sakit kepala'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-7608150971343633362</id><published>2010-03-08T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:47:13.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello loner boy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;you stole my gaze right away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you're something i would call attraction at the first sight. i cant stop myself from looking at you. i know it from the first place, you have that something so interesting in you. or else, my gaze wont be locked on you that whole evening :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-7608150971343633362?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7608150971343633362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-loner-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/7608150971343633362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/7608150971343633362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-loner-boy.html' title='hello loner boy :)'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-5666994721894835346</id><published>2010-02-11T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T05:05:46.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart is filled with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;omona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is insane. i dont know why i'm super excited everytime i talk about you. i admit most of the times girls expect the first move from guys. but with you, i figured that i should start things first. it's cool with me, i mean, it's not wrong for girls to start a conversation right? but when you responded, it turns my world upside down. in a good way, of course. it's just a simple 'hye' yet, the impact are sooooo huge. i bet you must have heard me screaming just now. ask my friends, yes, i giggled, jumped until my cheeks turned red. the question now is, how am i gonna face you soon? this is so embarassing. but somehow, i kinda wait to bump on you at school. i am fully aware that you have tonnes of admirers and from what i see and what i heard, you never seem to care about your fangirls. i dont know if it's a good sign or not. i am also sure that all of my friends are now tired of hearing stories about you and truth is, i cant stop talking about you because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i just cant stop thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*just in case you're wondering, 'omona' is 'oh my god' in korean :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-5666994721894835346?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5666994721894835346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-heart-is-filled-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5666994721894835346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5666994721894835346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-heart-is-filled-with-you.html' title='my heart is filled with you'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-4854145104536704882</id><published>2010-02-10T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:07:59.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ajikto norul wonhae :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i want you now. the title, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;oh hello, twenty-ten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it too late? i dont think so. unbelievably, this is my first post for 2010. and it's already February! how fast time flies. and during one month and 11 days period of time, too much things been happening in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i miss NAN SOFIAH. she wont read this anyway. but still, i miss her. sampai dah taktahu nak describe banyak mana. yeah memang lah ada kawan sekolah semua, but it's not the same. not at all. i wish i can fix this but i never come up with any solution. how i hate being in this situation :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;second,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my love life sucks. it got me to a point where i dont wanna care about it anymore. the recent guy i spent time with was just foolishly immature, so yeah thanks to him, i dont even have the interest to be in love again. but it's okay. karma wont let him go anyway. sorry lah, but kalau still tak sedar lagi, that why you still dont have a girlf until now. &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's not me, it's you. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no offense&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;third,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i cant believe im saying this, but the fact is, day by day, i AM becoming a loner. yeah i dont need you to tell me how pathetic it is. i knew it already. seriously, sometimes it's fun to be a loner. far from all the people with extremely loud hysterical laugh -which at times tak sedar betapa disturbing nya their laugh are-, far from all the people that care about their appearence. i mean come on, it's just a freakin school. melawati pulak tu. kalau sekolah McKinley High macam dalam Glee tu takpe lah jugak. capital P-F-F-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;fourth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i noticed, besides Shey, Tiqi, and Liyy, lately i've been spending a lot, i repeat, A LOT of my insufficient time with Rahman Jamal. yeah, yang budak choir tu lahh. haha. he's cool. okay tak nak puji lebih lebih. but hey at least he listen to all of my problems. though sometimes he doesnt offer a good solution, but thats not what i asked for. being a loyal listener is good enough, Man. and thats what you're doing now. thanks yeah. cant imagine going through a hectic melawati life without you best friend. lima minit pun tak boleh. tak payah bet bet, okay? haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;fifth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;okay let's talk about the title of this post now. hehe. i found myself a guy to shout, jump and giggle over whenever he pass by me. i remembered when i used to complain to Rahman and Fitri that there is no new guy to 'usha' anymore. but now dah jumpa. and he's kinda new to melawati what. hee :DD and to top things off, we have that common interest. i never thought that i could find a guy that can talk to me about the same thing we both go crazy for. except Rahman and Mubyn, of course. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Opparul saranghae. hehehe. takpasal je. okay Jaz, cut the crap. yeah, i know that i said before that i am not interested to be in love. memang takde chance pun dengan this guy anyway. so yeah, why bother? :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;sixth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;being a form five = endless homeworks, exams, tuition classes, extra classes and seminars and the most beloved SPM. for the love of Big Bang and G Dragon, homework sumpah banyak gila. and i AM NOT EXAGGERATING. can you believe that? like hello teachers, we're juggling 10 subjects here. t-e-n okay. gahh. tak kesah lah nak bagi homework, tapi jangan lah banyak sangat. aigoo. i am not complaining. just want to have a short, short, short break from all school-related things. really looking forward for the upcoming holiday. bila fikir balik, 24 hours does sounds a lot. tapi TAK CUKUP LAH :O i think i'm doing my homework even in my sleep. haha. okay itu tak lah. tipu je. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;seventh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i dont think i'll be updating my blog in this short period of time. though i really wanted to. same goes with my facebook. online pun dah jarang, update lagi lah. heh. and youtube. oh youtube, i am trying my level best no to visit you frequently. so addictive lah. aigoo. especially bila the search column is filled with letters B-i-g-B-a-n-g. haha. memang dah tak boleh lepaskan mouse dah. yeah i know, dah critical dah addiction ni. so, to those yang rajin membaca post ni, take care yeah. this is what happens to me when i'm out of words. live a blessed life people :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/97309645947127395-4854145104536704882?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4854145104536704882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/ajikto-norul-wonhae-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/4854145104536704882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/4854145104536704882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2010/02/ajikto-norul-wonhae-d.html' title='ajikto norul wonhae :D'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-6417355446895322677</id><published>2009-12-28T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:07:06.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;"&gt;i dont know why but suddenly i'm in the mood to write plus it's been a long time since i post anything serious here so it's gonna be a post straight from the heart. dont bother to read it if you're not interested with what happenned with me and my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love love love. once i gave up searching for the God knows who. i simply live by "he's out there, just being with the wrong girls". to me life is absolutely fine without a guy declaring himself as my boyfriend. sometimes i love being single because the idea of borderless flirting excites me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, when you're all by yourself sometimes you'll feel the hollow spaces between you. you'll feel the urge to find someone to fill those spaces. and i think i've met mine. he's all fine, my type of guy. but realities are not all 'happily ever after' so yeah i guess i just have to deal with the fact that his affection is not only for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact if you want to be specific, i'm the one who is the meddler. it's everything but easy being the middle one. the one who can only see things but can't touch it. the one who is being neglected along the way. the one that always have to hide behind lies and pretention. yeah i might not know you long enough but i know the feeling we have for each other is mutual. and Heaven knows i don't want this to end but i cant afford the price of pretending anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its irony how when you think you've met your match, the one you've been waiting for and he turns out to be someone else's boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-6417355446895322677?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6417355446895322677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/6417355446895322677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/6417355446895322677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/irony.html' title='irony'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-2586400585317959148</id><published>2009-11-19T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T04:20:34.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SwU32-JMXOI/AAAAAAAAALk/yGluxVmXG1s/s1600/tumblr_kt6ugzMw571qzrfxuo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SwU32-JMXOI/AAAAAAAAALk/yGluxVmXG1s/s320/tumblr_kt6ugzMw571qzrfxuo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405788345262169314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;again, just sayin' :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-2586400585317959148?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2586400585317959148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/again-just-sayin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/2586400585317959148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/2586400585317959148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/again-just-sayin.html' title=''/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SwU32-JMXOI/AAAAAAAAALk/yGluxVmXG1s/s72-c/tumblr_kt6ugzMw571qzrfxuo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-2004242515712884408</id><published>2009-11-06T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:34:01.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>buzz buzz buzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;hey guys! i've created a new blog which is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the addiction&lt;/span&gt;. well, based on the title only you can already guess what this blog is all about. yup. you're right. it's all about my addiction to K-entertainment. this blog is very very new so everything is under construction and the total posts is only 2. haha. baru buat hari ni lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if ada yang nak follow here's the link ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://addictionfed.blogspot.com/&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/97309645947127395-2004242515712884408?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2004242515712884408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/buzz-buzz-buzz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/2004242515712884408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/2004242515712884408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/buzz-buzz-buzz.html' title='buzz buzz buzz'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-8625304556081656110</id><published>2009-11-06T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T02:49:02.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah i don't really care boy :DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ie9ZCXT9gYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ie9ZCXT9gYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****i will totally support if GD really have something going on with Bom. she's really really very pretty :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-8625304556081656110?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8625304556081656110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-yeah-i-dont-really-care-boy-dd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8625304556081656110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8625304556081656110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-yeah-i-dont-really-care-boy-dd.html' title='oh yeah i don&apos;t really care boy :DD'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-2785456950284331494</id><published>2009-11-04T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:17:30.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GD baby baby babeeey :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SvKJ2XO2l0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/xG59DQlIeZI/s1600-h/bbj-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SvKJ2XO2l0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/xG59DQlIeZI/s400/bbj-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400530470212900674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SvKJc4OzP8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/g4fw09jyL3U/s1600-h/bbj-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SvKJc4OzP8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/g4fw09jyL3U/s400/bbj-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400530032394452930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SvKJcQTfvGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dUS_HWrovd0/s1600-h/084_1_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SvKJcQTfvGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dUS_HWrovd0/s400/084_1_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400530021676727394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SvKJcEpGxxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4QvVQuMImYQ/s1600-h/0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SvKJcEpGxxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4QvVQuMImYQ/s400/0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400530018546140946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the content of this entry might not be suitable for those non K-Pop fans :)&lt;br /&gt;my advice ; don't read it if you're not into K-Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dah lama tak update blog ni. well don't blame me. it's all because of the finals. but now i'm free. so don't be annoyed if i post 2 entries each day. haha. have you ever experience this kind of feeling when you have too much idea, too lot to write about, too everything and then all of them suddenly just dissapears? gahh. thats exactly what i'm feeling right now. so, why don't we talk about G-Dragon and know a little bit about him? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kwon Ji-yong. yup his real name. A member, or actually the leader of Big Bang. BB which consist of GD, Tae Yang, TOP, Dae Sung and the maknae, Seung-Ri is not your typical K-Pop boy band. watch their videos. listen to their songs. yeah they dance but they're different from your typical SuJu and SS501 ;) yeah about GD, i know it's kinda lame for me to actually having this fever of him recently. maybe it's because of his solo album that gained a hell lot of attention all over the globe. his solo album, HEARTBREAKER featured a side of him that cannot be shown in BB. i went over the album. and i like it, very eccentric and futuristic. my favourite track would be Butterfly, Breathe and Gossip Man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;about his single being plagiarized and stuff, i don't really care anyway. no matter how many times i listen to Heartbreaker, it sounds nothing like Flo Rida's Right Round. and the rumours that are going wild in Korea is that there is an underground rapper, Maslo trying hard to diss GD. even his album cover can tell the whole story. so what, you're like the hangeul version of Eminem now huh? and then i wondered, if he's an underground rapper who doesn't need to be exposed to the mainstream, why would he released an album? just to mock people? or just to gain remnants of GD's fame? pfft. no matter what GD, i know you're ready to face all of this :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and his new appearence, the blonde hair. it suits him very well. i have to say i like it the most out of all his trendy haircuts. it just fits into his 'heartbreaker' theme his album is having. yeah many people might say, 'why GD? he's not cute, at all.' ahah. seriously, i dont give a S*** about it. to me, when those people who don't really know GD say something like that, it's meaningless. they don't even know who the real GD is. they just simply talk. haha. so guys, i'm not trying to promo him or to force you guys to have this fever i'm having, no. it's just that you don't have to necessarily like him but surely you don't have to hate him. just give him a chance, give him his space. he's got a lot to prove and to show the world :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-2785456950284331494?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2785456950284331494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/11/gd-baby-baby-babeeey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/2785456950284331494'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>liarshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hari ni bengang sangat punya pasal, balik terus on computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i saw everything you did little missy. all those little notes you got on your lap. ingat orang tak nampak ke? okay maybe me and liyana je yang nampak. why oh why semua orang tak nampak all those copying you got there going? i've never been this furious. i hate it when i saw something and i can do nothing about it. sumpah tadi rasa macam nak penampar je muka kau tu. dah lah pegi toilet 18 minutes, to be precise. sabar je lah. dah kena kantoi dengan cikgu tadi pun tak serik lagi ke? eee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yang makcik lagi sorang tu pun satu. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i thought you saw her&lt;/span&gt; doing that god-knows-what. alih alih, dia pulak pergi tanya apa jawapan untuk number sekian and sekian. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;memang best&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hey there little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;voldy&lt;/span&gt;, next time, jangan sibuk tanya what's coming out for exam. because i am 150% sure that you can score. thanks to those little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;notes&lt;/span&gt; you have in your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pocket&lt;/span&gt;. pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-6392847851838618733?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-2082199574140852335</id><published>2009-10-20T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:13:50.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2PM - Again And Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;again and again and again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; again and again and again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why am i standing like this in front of your house again, am i a fool&lt;br /&gt;getting tricked again and again, and suffering again and again&lt;br /&gt;but why am i at this place again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i’ve gone crazy, have i no pride&lt;br /&gt;i come back to you, like the first time around&lt;br /&gt;saying ‘i can’t be like this (like this, like this)’,&lt;br /&gt;i’m being like this again today, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again and again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i keep coming back to you. i don’t know why, i don’t know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again and again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i fall for your words again. i don’t know why, i don’t know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why do i seem like such a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why did i become like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i made a firm decision&lt;/span&gt;, again and again&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep coming back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what kind of medicine are you, that i can’t give it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even without me knowing, i keep yearning for you, and eventually look for you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i know you’re a bad girl, i embrace you and love you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;undoubtedly, clearly, i want to come towards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knowing all the pains of tomorrow, i can’t turn around, i can’t decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;darn it, why am i like this&lt;/span&gt;, why am i lying next to this girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how many more times do i have to do this for me to come to my senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, tie me down somewhere, quickly, please&lt;br /&gt;she’s a bad girl, i know (i know), but here i go again. oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;again and again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;i keep coming back to you. i don’t know why, i don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;again and again and again and again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i fall for your words again&lt;/span&gt;. i don’t know why, i don’t know why&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/97309645947127395-2082199574140852335?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2082199574140852335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/ignorance-paramore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/2082199574140852335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/2082199574140852335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/ignorance-paramore.html' title='2PM - Again And Again'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-4633168725018625257</id><published>2009-10-18T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:58:02.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's You - Super Junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It’s you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It’s you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It’s you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It’s you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It’s you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t need anyone else&lt;/span&gt;, it’s only you&lt;br /&gt;When you ask again, it’s only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even if you already have another love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can’t forget you, I can’t turn back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;The moment my eyes began to burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The moment my heart was captured by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I have no regret, I chose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right, it’s you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever anyone anyone says, it doesn’t matter to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whoever whoever curses me, I’ll only look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again,  it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh when you tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me thousands and millions of times&lt;br /&gt;Even when my heart sets on fire, my dry lips wear out&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again,  it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need any words. it’s just you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s too late , but for me it’s just you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I know our love is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can’t give up, I can’t let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My lips, cold as can be, are even more blue&lt;br /&gt;I cry out to find to find your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I call, even though I call for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And there’s no reply, I’ll wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever anyone anyone says, it doesn’t matter to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoever whoever curses me, I’ll only look at you&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again,  it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh when you tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me thousands and millions of times&lt;br /&gt;Even when my heart sets on fire, my dry lips wear out&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again,  it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh only for you&lt;br /&gt;For me, it’s you, it’s you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why don’t you know, why don’t you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it’s you, it’s you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh whatever anyone anyone says, it doesn’t matter to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoever whoever curses me, I’ll only look at you&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again,  it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh when you tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me thousands and millions of times&lt;br /&gt;Even when my heart sets on fire, my dry lips wear out&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m born again,  it’s still only you&lt;br /&gt;(Still Still) Even as time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s you&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/97309645947127395-4633168725018625257?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4633168725018625257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-1654537399332281861</id><published>2009-10-14T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:43:15.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate u, love u - super junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to hate you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But seeing you so happy next to another person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Is exhausting, now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         Not knowing anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         The day I had to send you off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         Something that should've been done a long time ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         Having no feelings about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tried to erase you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it wasn't something I could have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         Please stay by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         Nothing has changed, I'm by myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I trusted that another love would come along but now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         It's hard to even breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         And becomes a bigger problem like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My loneliness for you, little by little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Doesn't erase and remains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to hate you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         But your back form of having forgotten me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         I'm tired of protecting you too&lt;/span&gt;, now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         Day by day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't like living so weakly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         I try to change the way I am right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         But I can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         I tried to erase you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         But it wasn't something I could have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         Please stay by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         Nothing has changed, I'm by myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         I trusted that another love would come along but now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         It's hard to even breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         And becomes a bigger problem like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         My loneliness for you, little by little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tried to let you go without regret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Trusting I'd be able to stand it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         But the love that's still left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Just gets deeper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         This weary loneliness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;         Cannot bear it day to day anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slowly you become despicable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         Nothing has changed, I'm by myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         I trusted that another love would come along but now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         It's hard to even breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         And becomes a bigger problem like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;         My loneliness for you, little by little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****if only you would understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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junior'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-5910675558635626819</id><published>2009-10-01T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:59:51.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh em gee. i was hyperventilating when i first saw this video. so effin cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OyEZ32xGKLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OyEZ32xGKLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UM7UUlZSNSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UM7UUlZSNSc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mengadanyaa kim hyun joong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-5910675558635626819?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5910675558635626819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5910675558635626819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5910675558635626819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-cute.html' title='so cute!'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-141450213250690468</id><published>2009-09-19T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:20:08.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mana duit raya? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i just wanted to say i'm sorry for those unreasonable acts i've done before. forgive me for all my mistakes yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hayden Panettiere&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kristen Stewart&lt;/span&gt;, i'm sorry if i ever hurt your feelings. i love you guys. because, you guys make my day, everyday. birthday kita orang dah nak dekat kan? hee :DD&lt;br /&gt;**you know who you are ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-141450213250690468?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/141450213250690468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/mana-duit-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/141450213250690468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/141450213250690468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/mana-duit-raya.html' title='mana duit raya? :)'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-4479777665638967725</id><published>2009-09-15T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:50:51.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things through the eyes of mine :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;people see things differently. yes they do. kalau tak, tak adalah peribahasa, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. betul tak? so, today i feel like writing how things work in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think volkswagen type 2 is hot. nakkk. warna kuning. siapa nak belanja? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have 'We Sing We Dance We Steal Things' in my phone and i memorized every words of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't agree with 'bestfriend is always there for you'. they don't. only soulmate does. bestfriend just give oohhs and ahhs everytime you tell them a story. but soulmate will 'who's a** i'm kicking today?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't live and drool over the past. i just think that they shouldn't be erased completely. no matter how bitter it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not a see-through person. so don't go around telling others you really know me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;live by 'boyfriends don't stay' principle. well at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i picture bathroom as my own recording studio. with the shower as the mic ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love to do something i'm not good at. it's cliche i know. but thats just the way it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i speak Bahasa Melayu + English. i don't think its rojak. i mean, its what Malaysians really are. we're not a bunch of stupids who can't find the perfect word in English. we're just, bilingual :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i used to think about others a lot. but then again, i don't think its a good idea. lemme tell you why. people don't think about you or how you might feel before they do anything. so, we're just returning the favour. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sebenarnya ada banyak lagi. tapi takut boring and malas nak dibaca by others pulak. ada ke orang baca? ahha. tak kisah la kan. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-4479777665638967725?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4479777665638967725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-through-eyes-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/4479777665638967725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/4479777665638967725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-through-eyes-of-mine.html' title='things through the eyes of mine :)'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-7810712333374833923</id><published>2009-09-10T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T03:24:41.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear Anonymous,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i like seeing you in the morning. it brightens up my day. why? well, because you're just too invinsible so everytime i get the chance to see you, i go crazy. haha. you look so cute today :) bukan hari ni je. you look cute everytime i see you. hee. and, you've turned me into a stalker, do you know that? but i like it anyway, because you're loaded with surprises. the more i know about you, the more i enthusiastic i become. is that a good thing? well why don't you tell me? ;) although we never talk and our sight barely meet, i'm actually loving the butterflies in my stomach and the sweaty palm i get everytime i see you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-7810712333374833923?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7810712333374833923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-anonymous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/7810712333374833923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/7810712333374833923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-anonymous.html' title='dear Anonymous,'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-5325923794983040313</id><published>2009-09-06T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:25:41.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll never know ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i eat more and sing out loud when i'm mad or down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;addicted to almost anything related to korea :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;extremely scared of frogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i prefer chinese guys compared to malays ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i eat almost everything. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i always wanted to be a chef. as in for a living. guess my dad won't let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i desperately wanted to learn hangeul (korean language)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;senang nak nangis. but never will in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crushed over Lee Min Ho and Lee Seung Gi. so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will hide behind anyone near me if lightning strikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i used to think i can sing. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hard to fall asleep if my bolster is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last minute person. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some part of me think i can have my own korean boyfriend. maybe someday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to korean songs can carve a smile across my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have an OCD when it comes to books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: verdana; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;takut clowns. they give me goosebumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-5325923794983040313?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5325923794983040313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/youll-never-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5325923794983040313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5325923794983040313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/youll-never-know.html' title='you&apos;ll never know ;)'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-1488247724174987304</id><published>2009-09-06T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:45:15.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh i will :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SqScqScGCQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nkaG4VJnmf8/s1600-h/20090818_lee_seung_gi_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SqScqScGCQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nkaG4VJnmf8/s400/20090818_lee_seung_gi_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378596105305327874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;will you marry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; do you want to live together forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; we can sweetly love each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; have a baby that looks like me, a baby that looks like you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; not be sick forever.. i want to live like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; honestly, i love you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in a relationship between man and woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; they say it's better like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll love you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll care for you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when tears fall and it's hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when it hurts, we'll hurt together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll love you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll protect you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'm thankful that i met someone as great as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i want to love only you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; will you marry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; [rap] everyday, i feel so happy that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; for no reason, i look forward to the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; why why am i trembling so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; no matter how i think of it, you're my number one person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; until our black hair turns white as snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; until our lives end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; even if you suffer physically, i won't ever make you suffer emotionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you're the other half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll become the other half of your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; every moment that you breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; even as time passes and our wrinkles grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you and me, we'll be together forever like now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll love you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll care for you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when tears fall and it's hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when it hurts, we'll hurt together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll love you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll protect you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'm thankful that i met someone as great as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i want to love only you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; you're like a light that brightened up my dark life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; a house that welcomes me with the sound of stew boiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; a rain that watered my dry heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; a seed that contains the real fruit of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; a string of fate that the heavens decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; our meeting was destined by the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i wouldn't trade you for the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; in my life, there's only you, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll love you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll care for you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when tears fall and it's hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; when it hurts, we'll hurt together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll love you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'll protect you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i'm thankful that i met someone as great as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; i want to love only you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;***a translation of the song you're listening to now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. effin sweet right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/97309645947127395-1488247724174987304?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1488247724174987304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-i-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/1488247724174987304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/1488247724174987304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-i-will.html' title='oh i will :)'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SqScqScGCQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nkaG4VJnmf8/s72-c/20090818_lee_seung_gi_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-8440969997888251863</id><published>2009-09-04T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:36:15.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ada rasa tak yang lagu wake up call from hayden panettiere lebih kurang sama dengan lagu stars are blind by paris hilton? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. bodoh je. taksuka pun dua dua lagu tu. suara macam ehm. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-8440969997888251863?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8440969997888251863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/ada-rasa-tak-yang-lagu-wake-up-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8440969997888251863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8440969997888251863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/ada-rasa-tak-yang-lagu-wake-up-call.html' title=''/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-6857643814272275272</id><published>2009-09-04T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:31:26.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fairytale lah sangat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my flip flop hates me. i really do think that way. it keep on slipping off me everytime i'm wearing it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, nothing wonderful ever happened today. oh except for the non stop rain in the morning. i love it. today is friday or also known as physics-skipping-day. so, me and my loyal partner in crime, shahira and liyy went to the library instead. baik kan? i know, ponteng tapi pergi library :) of course, the aircond is the main reason. tadi all of us baca adventures of tintin and then pergi tour america dengan liyy. hahaha. bestbest. then tiba tiba rasa macam apasal la hari ni senyap semacam. then boom it hits me, tiqi tak datang. kalau ada dia sure bising gila. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say time can heal almost everything. i say why not create a fast-forward remote control? obviously, people don't want to go through all those hard times kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to physics class at titian tadi. masuk class macam biasa. then at my usual seat, ada lah bag someone ni. bila dah tau bag siapa, macam agak panas lah kan. dah la ceroboh class orang. selamba pulak tu sit at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seat. sheesh. annoying nyaaa. pasal dia sorang, semua kena tukar seat. really don't hope to see her face again. well at least not in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sometimes i don't want to go to school. why oh why is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;malas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't want to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh and your girlfriend face too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rainy weather. baik tidur kat rumah kan? ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so itu je lah. oh and, rindu nan ;( padahal baru je jumpa tadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-6857643814272275272?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6857643814272275272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/fairytale-lah-sangat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/6857643814272275272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/6857643814272275272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/09/fairytale-lah-sangat.html' title='fairytale lah sangat'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-7230931938458597727</id><published>2009-08-30T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:35:50.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SpqbDWpd1xI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8BPQZ3WbTqI/s1600-h/5251_1198940260855_1448980749_554981_6916786_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Bookfest is like heaven. except that i don't have enough money to spend. not so heaven lah kan? ;D sampai je dekat bookfest, semua pergi cari interest masing masing. kak adil got hooked on malay novels. which i don't really understand why. kak nad always on her quest becoming Gadis Melayu. so, dia sibuk lah cari buku masakan. myra bought a tumbler and not to mention got off our radar sekejap. kak adil cari tapi tak jumpa so kak adil try to call her. and guessed what, her phone is in kak nad's bag. memang best. i bought my once-lost-but-now-i-have-it-back-again korean series, autumn in my heart. jyeah, guessed korea and me are unseparable :) so there my rm30 went. buka wallet tinggal berapa je red coloured note. cukup cukup untuk buka puasa. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we hit tgv and watch I Love You Beth Cooper. nak cakap awesome tu tadelah. tapi it was extremely funny. first time i did movie-without-popcorn thingy. okaylah jugak. habis movie, semua dah lapar but all of our watches showed 4.11. i was like, whaaat? 3 more hours to go? so all of us pegi lah vincci sebab cik myra nak beli kasut raya. and oh em gee, vincci has turned into a pasar malam. more like pasar kasut. haha. kak nad's mood was spoilt just by looking at the splattered shoes everywhere. well, not lah everywhere, atas rack lah kan. so myra found the right one. and well, bought it. after that we went to romp. eh wait, topshop dulu. and the best part is, we went through all the apparel there and played gossip girl dress guessing game. haha. best betul ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then pegi foodcourt to get ready for buka puasa. again, myra tak sabar sangat nak beli makanan. we're like, myra, beli sekarang bukan boleh makan pun tau. haha. and she kept complaining about her ulcer lah bla bla bla. i don't know what got us that day but kitaorang semua memang muka selamba je hari tu. why? because kitaorang habiskan masa dengan menangkap gambar. haha. it started with the mastermind, kak adil who planned to put 'no lisa' caption at all of our photos. lisa is my other cousin. haha, i know what you're thinking. i have 20+ cousin. if you count on my mother's side. only. HAHA. i had spaghetti and sushi for buka. kenyang gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu we head home with a full load stomach, tired legs and of course a smile on our face. the end :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-6615453636613321595?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6615453636613321595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-if-i-care-i-thought-youre-not-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/6615453636613321595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/nobody-but-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/4169328758350255882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/4169328758350255882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/nobody-but-you.html' title='i want nobody but you :)'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-700098887654535013</id><published>2009-08-13T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:05:42.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from the bottom of her heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is for a friend yang dah lama tak jumpa ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AINA INSYIRAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;god knows how much i miss you. i remembered when we use to walk around school, playing kejar kejar like no one else watching and doing all sorts of things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; do. and now, all i've got is just that memory playing in the back of my mind. i really wish we could go out sometime and tell each other everything we keep to ourselves since we've been apart. lama dah tak jumpa kan? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh and also some scribblings for one of my favourite classmate ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first heard about you from Jer Rick and then Pn Fazilah clarified everything tadi at school. everyone thought you were admitted because of Influenza A. haha. get well and come back to school soon. miss non-stop chit-chatting and arguing with you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;AIMAN FARHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/97309645947127395-700098887654535013?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/700098887654535013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-bottom-of-her-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/700098887654535013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/700098887654535013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-bottom-of-her-heart.html' title='from the bottom of her heart'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-14456137206819129</id><published>2009-08-13T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:17:50.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm up for a game. you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you want to play it like a game&lt;br /&gt;Well, come on, come on, let's play&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending&lt;br /&gt;Than have to forget you for one whole minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so sickening. you're just too invisible and i barely sees you at school. i don't like this kind of feeling. but then again you've stolen my heart and captured my sight whenever you walk pass me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-14456137206819129?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/14456137206819129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-so-sickening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/14456137206819129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/14456137206819129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-so-sickening.html' title='i&apos;m up for a game. you?'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-8974655346324250846</id><published>2009-08-07T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T03:26:31.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of a kind ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But I think I may be fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;Dropping so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should keep this to myself&lt;br /&gt;Waiting 'til I know you better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i saw you today across the court, suddenly i don't know what's going on, i don't know what was my friend been talking about but for one thing i am positively sure is, my sight is glued. to you. this is ridiculous. i mean, i've seen you before, we're in the same school but how could i missed something like i saw during recess just now? you're not cute or anything, not even my type of guy, i told myself. but it feels different though this time around. totally different. i wanted to know more about you and luckily, my intuition is screaming that you're worth getting to know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-8974655346324250846?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8974655346324250846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-of-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8974655346324250846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8974655346324250846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-of-kind.html' title='one of a kind ;)'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-8540263881352436365</id><published>2009-08-05T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T04:53:22.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hush hush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SnwVexZHr1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/o8bPtxxrCR4/s1600-h/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SnwVexZHr1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/o8bPtxxrCR4/s320/033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367188474317746002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nak boyfriend macam ni boleh tak? :)&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/97309645947127395-8540263881352436365?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8540263881352436365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/hush-hush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8540263881352436365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8540263881352436365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/hush-hush.html' title='hush hush'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SnwVexZHr1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/o8bPtxxrCR4/s72-c/033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-730310186129388863</id><published>2009-07-28T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:11:17.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SS501'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ur man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kim hyun jung'/><title type='text'>Kim Hyun Jung alert (!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha. can't believe i'm posting about Kim Hyun Jung. i kinda understand why Tiqa and Cipah really into this guy. dia agak cool lah. ehehe. tapi takboleh lawan Lee Min Ho lah kan. itu for sure :) see, i was strolling around youtube and tiba tiba tergerak hati nak cari video SS501. and agak tertarik lah nak buka video Ur Man. made the right choice, it was friggin awesome. ehehe. lagu best, dance move best and Kim Hyun Jung is the cherry on top of it :) for those yang suka dekat  Hyun Jung, try to spot him in the actual MV. memang die hard fan kalau boleh jumpa dia at one shot. haha. here's the link :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7NxLI-B_Mg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the one below is the practice, lead by Hyun Jung :O got me hyperventilating. haha. enjoy the vid :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfHCnOXmRJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfHCnOXmRJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-730310186129388863?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/730310186129388863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/kim-hyun-jung-alert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/730310186129388863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/730310186129388863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/kim-hyun-jung-alert.html' title='Kim Hyun Jung alert (!)'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-5675843557206438102</id><published>2009-07-17T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:31:14.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleach lah, suka tak? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SmFPNOhdmSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WSiKIJESmfk/s1600-h/2654172266_e64d87709d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce,&lt;br /&gt;How do I say I'm sorry 'cause the word is just never gonna come out,&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't really know what to write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe its the bleaching effect nan gave me yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it is always great to have the oppurtunity to talk to you nan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you're just like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bleach&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whenever i have this misery feeling inside me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you worked me out by just listening to what i have to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm sorry i can't compare you with anything that is cute or whatever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bleach&lt;/span&gt; is surely a memorable one, right? ha-ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so, itu jelah, i don't know what else to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;except for, i love you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;very own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bleach&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-5675843557206438102?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5675843557206438102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/bleach-lah-suka-tak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5675843557206438102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5675843557206438102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/bleach-lah-suka-tak.html' title='bleach lah, suka tak? :)'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-6668077949363942361</id><published>2009-07-16T02:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:24:22.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee Dong Wook, saranghaeyo :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/Sl7xGDIDK9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/fYpmXrs8fvI/s1600-h/2245268539_6849011c7f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/Sl7xGDIDK9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/fYpmXrs8fvI/s320/2245268539_6849011c7f_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358985692838046674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/Sl7xF9j19NI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QqtW86t9BVA/s1600-h/401805086_b032083b86_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/Sl7xF9j19NI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QqtW86t9BVA/s320/401805086_b032083b86_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358985691344008402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapalah kau ni cute sangat?&lt;br /&gt;mine:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-6668077949363942361?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6668077949363942361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-kenapalah-kau-ni-cute-sangat-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-8564432700456083258</id><published>2009-07-16T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:56:12.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you turn me into a faker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The power lines went out&lt;br /&gt;And I am all alone&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t really care at all&lt;br /&gt;Not answering my phone&lt;br /&gt;All the games you played&lt;br /&gt;The promises you made&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t finish what you started&lt;br /&gt;Only darkness still remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost sight&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;When it was you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow the candles out&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a solo tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m beginning to see the light&lt;br /&gt;Blow the candles out&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a solo tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I think I’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been black and blue before&lt;br /&gt;There’s no need to explain&lt;br /&gt;I am not the jaded kind&lt;br /&gt;Playback’s such a waste&lt;br /&gt;You’re invisible&lt;br /&gt;Invisible to me&lt;br /&gt;My wish is coming true&lt;br /&gt;Erase the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;You will wake up&lt;br /&gt;With nothing but “you’re sorrys”&lt;br /&gt;And someday&lt;br /&gt;You will get back&lt;br /&gt;Everything you gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;will you pretend that love is not there when it's right before you and is just not yours?  tell me what will you do?  i choose to lie to myself. i choose to fake a smile and put an act that everything is just fine. and this is when the ones who care will realize its just a paste smile. trust me, pretending is the only option if you were in my shoes. sometimes, when the need arises, i dont know about you, but i'll automatically carve a smile across my face. just to satisfy the others and to actually avoid the cliche 'jaz, are you okay?' question. its not that i don't appreciate the concern showed but sometimes people are just fulfilling the urge to ask and they don't really care about your answer whether its the real truth or not. ha-ha. i remembered those moments when this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certain someone &lt;/span&gt;made me smile, as in really really smiling, i have thought that this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; is the one for me. not until he change his path and trying to catch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; wave. i was astonished and amazed. how fast can actually a feeling change? in the blink of an eye? whoah, you really impressed me this time. i thought you were just the guy who doesn't really know about love and to break someone's heart. no, my thoughts are always accurate. its just that you're not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;kind of guy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anymore&lt;/span&gt;. ahh. at first i didn't really want to publish this entry and were just letting it remain as a draft. but until when can i keep this unsatisfying feeling by myself, right? thank Mighty God there are such thing like blog nowadays. which, in my opinion is a loyal listener. so instead of being jaded and contemplating about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;useless guy, i better get back to my buku teks Sejarah Tingkatan 4 and study for the upcoming test. after all, studying is my favourite escape :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live love and prosper people. ha-ha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-8564432700456083258?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8564432700456083258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-turn-me-into-faker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8564432700456083258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8564432700456083258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-turn-me-into-faker.html' title='you turn me into a faker'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-1492018353550634080</id><published>2009-06-28T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:18:00.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its not that hard to move your lips into a smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh dear, it’s been, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hardly three days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet I long, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To feel your embrace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are several days yet until, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see your sweet face"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know why, everything around me just seems wrong. everyone been busy with all their never ending problems. problem is a friend only if we seek it. sometimes i wonder, why don't we try, even just for a day to stop contemplating and fussing around and just let things happen. they don't quote 'sit back and relax' or 'wait and see' or maybe 'go with the flow' just for nothing, you know. can't we let destiny or fate do their job?  is it just me or homo-sapiens like us really try so hard to change everything? for those who've been wearing frowns all this while, i reckon you to be an optimist and spread the smile all over your face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Transformers is plain awesome. i love you Optimus Prime. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-1492018353550634080?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1492018353550634080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-that-hard-to-move-your-lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/1492018353550634080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/1492018353550634080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-that-hard-to-move-your-lips.html' title='its not that hard to move your lips into a smile'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-3376658671611903801</id><published>2009-06-25T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:43:07.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you've poached my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You lift my feet off the ground you spin me around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make me crazier crazier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feels like I'm falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I, I'm lost in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make me crazier crazier crazier"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i know you're leaving. again. i've went through this before. it should be easier right? no its not. helplessly not. why am i always catching my breath whenever you're around? anyways, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks for the ride&lt;/span&gt;. i knew it from the start, i'm glad i made it into your car:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-3376658671611903801?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-2923299864741269750</id><published>2009-06-19T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:30:40.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it didn't work. no matter how hard i try.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;"There's still a part of me in you&lt;br /&gt;I will never regret you&lt;br /&gt;Still the memory of you&lt;br /&gt;Marks everything I do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's nice to hear your voice. the one that i'm longing for. even just once. but yeah, you always find me, letting me into your world bit by bit when actually you're going away from me. it sucks you know, wherever we stand now. i know it might be nothing for you but hey, it surely left me tangling in your unanswered question. gahh. i want you. for such a long time but guess you never knew. i thought it was written all over my forehead, i thought it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;obvious. sheesh. never thought you could be so indifferent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i can't take it that i'm already missing you even when you're not leaving yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;"You’re still a part of everything I do&lt;br /&gt;You’re on my heart just like a tattoo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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try.'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-9161843501452933851</id><published>2009-06-13T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:43:36.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;finally, i've bought Mortal Instrument City Of Ashes today. padahal City Of Bones pun belum habis baca lagi. haha. tinggal around 40 to 50 pages left je. really can't wait. that book excites me. hee. so, the exact plan today was to teman my little cousin to watch Hannah Montana. at first, i was like why me? why i'm the one that should teman her? but then again, i've made up my mind and just go along with her. went to klcc but the tickets semua dah sold out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unbelievable kan? i mean, it's just Hannah Montana.&lt;/span&gt; then, we went to Pavilion and finally got to watch it at 4.50 pm. for the second time. unbelievable, yes i know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i remembered Afifah's text suruh belikan City Of Glass if i see it anywhere by any chance. involuntarily, i went straight to Times but yeah, as expected, City Of Glass takde. sorry Fifah:( i was looking it for myself too tadi. tapi takde. hmm. this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Afifah &lt;/span&gt;of mine semangat sangat pergi google some dirt about this saga and yes, there were some people have their interest set on turning this novel into a film. just like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight.&lt;/span&gt; i knoww. well, Afifah and me will be excited like HELL if the rumours were true. as surprisingly as it seems, people are actually talking about the most suitable actor to star as Jace Wayland, one of the lead character in the novel. since Jace is a gorgeous, golden-haired hunk, who will register first in your mind? just like Afifah said, of course lah Alex Pettyfer:) hehe. i CAN imagine him as Jace. i really do. haha. it'll be friggin cool if Alex Pettyfer do star as Jace. but somehow the cutie from Hannah Montana, Lucas Till can also play Jace's role. plainly because he's blond. haha. whoever get to be Jace in the future, i don't really care. but i really do wish for Alex Pettyfer. who doesn't?:D gahhh. i hate being addicted to anything in particular but this Mortal Instrument saga is worth to be addicted for:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-9161843501452933851?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9161843501452933851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/9161843501452933851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/9161843501452933851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-5855693789006332371</id><published>2009-06-10T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:53:03.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why must you come back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;" thinking of you made my stomach knotted into something like Domino's Garlic Twisty Bread "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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back?'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-813023868851150587</id><published>2009-06-06T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:09:23.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you made the ride worthwhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mama : rina, maybe kita tak jadi balik kampung kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;me : eh? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mama : because we're off to Terengganu *winkwink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;me : EH? asal macam tiba tiba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;so yeah. i'm off to Terengganu this monday, which means esok lah kan? gahh-,- don't be sad people, it's only for three days. so until rabu je lah. HAHA. taktaulah apa yang ada dekat Terengganu tu. keropok lekor?:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;minggu ni macam macam jadi. last tuesday, Anis, Dee, Eli, Ain and me went volunteering at Zoo Negara. to be honest, we spent most of our time berehat rehat while singing along to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; Jason Mraz's s songs. haha. maybe the zoo officer tu tak sampai hati nak bagi kita orang banyak banyak kerja. hehe. ohh and Oh Mighty God, there's this guy, this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; guy to be exact lah kan, yang dah buat this volunteering job for the fifth time happened to be in our group. yup sama group dengan kitaorang semua yang, uhm. faham faham je lah. hah. dia takdelah buat apa pun dekat kitaorang. just taksuka dia since the 'no wonder' incident. well, the story went like this ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;guy : korang sekolah lagi ke?&lt;br /&gt;me : uhh yeah. awak? [i wasn't sure lah nak guna you ke apa. better than 'uuu' kan Dee? HAHA]&lt;br /&gt;guy : college. ni korang punya first time ke?&lt;br /&gt;me : uhh yeah. [i look like a total loser kan? i knoww;(]&lt;br /&gt;guy : no wonder[whispering to himself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pfft. i was like :O hey Mister, your whisper is audible okay. oh wait. what if he intended to make the whispering clear? gahh. whatever. all in all, i don't really like cocky person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;so wednesday pergi tuition macam biasa. well, not really mcm biasa. first, because i've waited for Fitri to pick me up and because i was late for like, thirty minutes. and the class duration is only an hour-__-" then, bila dah sampai, bagi Nan and Afifah those yellow roses:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;i went out with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nan and Afifah to klcc. since i have to catch a bus to head to Lrt Wangsa Maju, i arrived a hell lot earlier than supposed to. that part is okay though. the best thing is, both of them arrived late than promised. i even counted how many trains passed me by while waiting for them. dumbdumb. 6 trains for Afifah and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;for Nan. i'll never forget that Nan. haha. watched Hannah Montana. On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; June. like craaaahzie right? first time tengok movie on the first day it premiers. best la jugak that movie. actually, Lucas Till made the movie much much more interesting. hehe:D bought Mortal Instrument at my favourite store, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Kinokuniya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;. snap some photos and went back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;yesterday was Teach Syazana's wedding. went there with my mom, my dad and Aiman. go and sat with Syahira and Shahira. hah. makan makan then snap some photos with her and her husband. i was kinda disappointed though because mula mula ramai je semangat nak pergi Teach's wedding. last last, berapa kerat je lah yang datang. boleh kira dengan jari lagi. aihh. anyways, congrats Teacher. we love you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;and as for today, i'll be submerging myself into piles of homework. well not really piles lah. sometimes exaggerating gives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; impact. haha. gotta get my homeworks done or no Terengganu. as if i really wanted to go there. hah. till then readers:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;***for those peeps who have been waiting for my photos, i mean photos from my camera, i really hope you guys don't mind waiting. i wanted to upload it but there's something wrong with flickr. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-813023868851150587?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/813023868851150587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/mama-rina-maybe-kita-tak-jadi-balik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/813023868851150587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/813023868851150587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/mama-rina-maybe-kita-tak-jadi-balik.html' title='you made the ride worthwhile'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-754429932734370534</id><published>2009-05-31T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:48:00.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>find me on polyvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Polyvore is a free, easy-to-use web-based application for mixing and matching images from anywhere on the web. It is also a vibrant community of creative and stylish people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i've created a polyvore account yesterday. when i first know about it when a friend of mine told me in late 2007, i wasn't drawn into the idea of collaging your choice of apparel from the original designer stores. ala, time tu baru form 2 lah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodoh bodoh  &lt;/span&gt;lagi. mana tau semua benda ni. but now, after experiencing it by myself, it was kinda fun though. pengalaman baru lah. you are welcomed to view my sets. but, let me tell you a thing, my creation is nothing to be compared with Cipah's, Dona's or Sarah's. haha. their's are brilliant:) so, i figured out how lame i am to be trying out this polyvore thingy while my friend, Kaitlynn has abandoned her polyvore since last year. ugh. what a last minute person. not last minute. last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;year &lt;/span&gt;person to be precise. Kaitlynn is already on her quest to find another social/virtual network tht she claimed should be more interesting than Polyvore, Twitter or Wordpress. ahh. ape apelah Kat. haha. eh, lupa pulak dia tak faham bahasa melayu. enough about polyvore already, i gotta go help my mum downstairs. she's been screaming my name since she just got back her voice. till then readers:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-754429932734370534?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/754429932734370534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/find-me-on-polyvore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/754429932734370534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/754429932734370534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/find-me-on-polyvore.html' title='find me on polyvore'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-8399111752227329752</id><published>2009-05-30T04:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T05:07:12.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>definition of cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiEcN7vOtXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WX4Xxda6fvc/s1600-h/n686292932_1804161_6003958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiEcN7vOtXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WX4Xxda6fvc/s320/n686292932_1804161_6003958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341581658737784178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kim Beom. stars as So Yi Jeung in BOF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiEcNkxHRVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TNd3_eha8fA/s1600-h/2634_72228517467_564442467_2271292_1297763_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiEcNkxHRVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TNd3_eha8fA/s320/2634_72228517467_564442467_2271292_1297763_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341581652571669842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lee Min Ho. stars as Gu Jun Pyo in BOF.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;so mineeeee:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now you tell me, how can you deny their transparent cuteness?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-8399111752227329752?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8399111752227329752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/definition-of-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8399111752227329752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8399111752227329752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/definition-of-cute.html' title='definition of cute'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiEcN7vOtXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WX4Xxda6fvc/s72-c/n686292932_1804161_6003958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-1869511995952440045</id><published>2009-05-30T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T04:41:58.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>official addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiEWDMN0AwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/v5cM-dmLNLk/s1600-h/2830_1061010816040_1549039608_30203163_328694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiEWDMN0AwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/v5cM-dmLNLk/s320/2830_1061010816040_1549039608_30203163_328694_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341574877112697602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the korean series, Boys Over Flowers or BOF for short. it is actually the remake of Taiwan famous series, Meteor Garden and Japan's Hana Yori Dango. And i like korean F4 much better. haha. they're just unresistable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for those who haven't watch this series yet, you gotta have to. this story revolves around a commoner's life, Geum Jan Di (the lead actress) when she is accepted into Hangeul's most prestigious Shinhwa High. Jan Di doesn't really care of what people think of her because she knows, she won't fit in. not until she caught the F4 group leader attention, Gu Jun Pyo. who is also happen to be the son of the school owner. in the meantime, Jan Di develop her feelings for one of the F4, Yoo Ji Hoo. in Tiqa's defense, Ji Hoo looks kinda cute though in that picture. haha. this comedy-romance series will keep you laghing and crying at the same time too. aahh, never regretted that i've bought the whole season DVD;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-1869511995952440045?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1869511995952440045/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiEWDMN0AwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/v5cM-dmLNLk/s72-c/2830_1061010816040_1549039608_30203163_328694_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-2097865300132729386</id><published>2009-05-29T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:04:33.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yeah. i'm back after abandoning my blog since, i lost track of time already. hee. today, again nothing special. typical day of jaz's life. ohh wait there are. today is the last day of the killing mid term exam. and i had my tasawwur test done too. then nan's mother who always crack the best joke about nan took us to titian, well dharbar mamak restaurant to be exact. thanks aunty, haha:)  spent unaffordable time with nan. talk about manymanymany things tadi. which made part of my heart clear now:) its always a pleasure to talk to you. dah dah. bukan boleh puji lebih lebih. bangga pulak nanti. haha. everyone been talking about going to sort of places for this holidays. me? plans for this hols? nada. pity you jaz. cant wait for dearest Teacher Syazana's wedding on 5th. frankly speaking, i'm running out of words now. haha. till then, toodles:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****oh and pada awak yang terasa entry dkt bawah ni ditujukan pada awak, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no pressure &lt;/span&gt;yeah. entry tu untuk orang lain la. tapi agak pelik kenapa awak terasa ye. it's not like you've done such things before until i have to write those stuff about you, right?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo Nan&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-2097865300132729386?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-7023032676004715739</id><published>2009-05-15T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:53:20.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just face it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i thought i told you dear, karma never fails to haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;and now that your life is ruined, i can't do anything better than laughing off.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm out of sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;and you already got what you deserved.&lt;br /&gt;its not like what you think it is,&lt;br /&gt;when girls keep turning you down.&lt;br /&gt;its no coincidence, its your punishment.&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps, you can add 'karma' to your life vocabulary:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said before, what goes around comes all the way back around sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-7023032676004715739?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7023032676004715739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-face-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/7023032676004715739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/7023032676004715739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-face-it.html' title='just face 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hey, i don't suffer those phobias to the extended stage. and, i don't really enjoy receiving any sinister jokes or surprise regarding those two. seriously. i can give out an abnormally freaky reflex action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i remembered once there's my neighbour who knew it by heart that i'm having a ghast fear of frogs(there i said it already) put one of that creature in my shoe and when i was about to wear it, it hopped out of my shoe and i was jumping away and screaming like i just saw an accident right in front of my eye(!) yes i did. and as a result, i didn't go out and play outside for two weeks. i just stayed inside my house and i also got really, i mean it, REALLY afraid to go to ANY playground. since that creature is as green as the grass. and thats also the reason why i don't wear sneakers that much NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coulrophobic. i'm one of it. bother to know my most unforgettable experience i had, thus making me realized that i'm having this phobia? continue reading. chehh. haha. i went to my friend's birthday party and as you know, birthdays are synonym to clowns. there. right when i wanted to give the present i bought to ze birthday boy, i saw that person, in a terribly polka dotted overall. with smeared make up and, you know how exactly clown dressed right? i can't elaborate. though i know it was just a normal human being under that hideous apparel, i can't seem to think that way at that critical moment. so, being an 8 years old coulrophobic kiddo, i managed to run away from ze birthday party. here's the climax, afraid that the clown might chase after me, i stopped a car and asked for a ride home. from a stranger. yes. unbelievable. see, now you know how a phobic would act. thank god that aunty was kind enough and sent me home safe and sound. all i remember i just told the aunty that my house is at jalan H2 and why i wanted to go home. after that very terrifying incident, my mum's official favoured line is, 'don't talk to stranger'. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now, from your freako mate:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/97309645947127395-330189264907259329?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/330189264907259329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/330189264907259329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/330189264907259329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-go-away.html' title='fear, go away'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-4691628493468578769</id><published>2009-04-23T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:36:11.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just don't give a damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing special happened today. it's a usual, keep-on-repeating thursday. school is just the same. same faces, same routine, same tonnes of homework, same speeches and even same lame old jokes. today i'm a little bit pissed with this so called class clown. you think your jokes mean nothing to others, but hey i guess it's time for you to realize others feeling though. sometimes life are better off without your lousy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart-hurting&lt;/span&gt; jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about the cold joker. today, we were instructed to create a brochure about saving the water. that's the title i guess. haha. seperti biasa, liyy, shahira, tiqa and me team up and carry on with the brochure thing. it was fun. except for tiqa keep on joining whatever we says with lyrics from songs i haven't heard of. and not to forget, mubyn and the clan, or should i say arjun and the clan had their time singing to this un&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;audible&lt;/span&gt; song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;did i tell you that we're having our MID YEAR EXAM in like another two or more weeks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh god,  help me prepare.  it's not going to be easy this time around.  it never been,  i think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thursday is the results day. i can't help myself looking at the clock every half an hour and wonder why time passes by so slowly. can't the clock needle just point to 6 o'clock so that i can tune in to 711 and get to know that my Matt is save? aihh. stilll about american idol, i realized in my class,  i can &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; talk to aiman about american idol. how pathetic is that? aahh. this makes me miss 3S more:( i knew anis, adilah &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ain watch american idol too. would be nice if i can chat about this with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, tomorrow is just the same plain ol' thursday. and for the first time i really hope that i would never see your face again &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a video that will definitely help bring us back to the backstreet boys era:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 400px; height: 348px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="playerVars=showStats=no|autoPlay=no|videoTitle=Backstreet%20Boys%20-%20Everybody" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/sy-1124131800/backstreet_boys_everybody_backstreets_back_official_music_video.swf" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="348"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/sy-1124131800/backstreet_boys_everybody_backstreets_back_official_music_video/#"&gt;Backstreet Boys - Everybody (Backstreet's Back) (Official Music Video)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The best bloopers are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/97309645947127395-4691628493468578769?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4691628493468578769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-dont-give-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/4691628493468578769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/4691628493468578769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-dont-give-damn.html' title='i just don&apos;t give a damn'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-8451209447591389290</id><published>2009-04-16T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:28:52.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time can't erase this feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hari ni skip sekolah. hee. petang nanti nak pergi bookfair dgn tiqa and liyy. bila dah skip sekolah tak tau pulak apa nak buat. i think i'm going to watch fullhouse je. hehe.  taktaulah apa nak tulis-_-' aha. let me tell you my results for march test. *which i suck. bigtime*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;b melayu  74%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;english  98%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mathematics  68%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;agama  92%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sejarah  85%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;biology  82%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;physics  57%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chemistry  70%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;addmath  50%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tasawwur  84%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hah. ni baru march test. mid term nanti tataulah apa jadi. aiyo. apa lagi nak blog eh? tade dah kot. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AI Updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My boy was out! yeap. Matt Giraud was eliminated. aihh. ape ni american? do your work lah. vote for him. aduii. but thank god, he was saved by the power that the juries have. this prove that he do have the talent to stay. though what Simon said is true. (the fact that Matt doesn't stand a chance to win) still, there's gonna be two idols going home tomorrow. definitely, positively gonna be Anoop and Lil Rounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;****ps/ tak suka Kara :b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;title tade kena mengena. haha:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-8451209447591389290?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8451209447591389290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-cant-erase-this-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8451209447591389290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8451209447591389290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-cant-erase-this-feeling.html' title='time can&apos;t erase this feeling'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-696714359507436498</id><published>2009-04-06T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:01:38.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's nothing I could say to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing I could ever do to make you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the pain, the tears I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still you never said goodbye and now I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How far you'd go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it's not like that now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This time I’ll never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will be, all that you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And get myself together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coz you keep me from falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All my life, I’ll be with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To get you through the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And make everything okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought that I had everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn’t know what life could bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now I see, honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're the one thing I got right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only one I let inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I can breathe, coz you're here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if I let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll turn it all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coz I will never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will be, all that you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And get myself together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coz you keep me from falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All my life, I’ll be with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To get you through the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And make everything okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coz without you I can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not gonna ever, ever let you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're all I’ve got, you’re all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And without you I don’t know what I’d do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can never, ever live a day without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here with me, do you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-696714359507436498?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/696714359507436498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/696714359507436498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/696714359507436498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/falling.html' title='falling'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-752602247524122548</id><published>2009-04-06T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:08:18.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;second chance is what i'm asking for.&lt;br /&gt;this time around, i just don't care what others will say.&lt;br /&gt;everything i tried after we're not together was just a failure.&lt;br /&gt;it's me being dumb not seeing you is always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder, will you take me back?&lt;br /&gt;because i've let you down so many many times.&lt;br /&gt;will you still have the same feeling for me,&lt;br /&gt;as you did once ago?&lt;br /&gt;from the day we set our own paths,&lt;br /&gt;i've spent my time distracting myself from you,&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to forget you,&lt;br /&gt;believing that i am over you,&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is, none of it worked.&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, what the hell should i do now.&lt;br /&gt;ignore this feelings?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think that will work either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-752602247524122548?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/752602247524122548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/numb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/752602247524122548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/752602247524122548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/numb.html' title='numb'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-6091734474562423965</id><published>2009-04-04T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:50:56.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guess luck is not on our side. Pandu Puteri didn't manage to get any place in kawad kaki daerah. why? because we're from Melawati. when it's melawati, it's like merely possible to win anything. the judges don't even bother to invite us for the ketua platun and urusetia meeting. at the end of the day, they gave us penalty for 'doesn't make sense' reason. and, we lose. that's what they want anyway. they know it by heart that Melawati's kawad team is strong enough to beat the others. and they prefer winning it the dirty way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI updates ;&lt;br /&gt;this week's favourite idol is of course, Kris Allen. Matt dissapoint me. so does Alisson. Adam Lambert's screaming is getting on my nerve. over sgt kadang kadang.haha. Lil Rounds makin lama makin tak best. wonder who's going home this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, do visit my photostream at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;flick&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;r &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazrinapunyaphotos/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but still under consruction lagi lah yee. to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cousin cousin sekalian&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;there's a lot of your photos there. grablah kalau nak:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/97309645947127395-6091734474562423965?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6091734474562423965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/6091734474562423965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/6091734474562423965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-day.html' title='what a day'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-4792320356475516473</id><published>2009-03-20T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:50:12.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walk me along the memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/ScRVyAjWBsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OOLF_gucIyk/s1600-h/1-17-200970125PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/ScRVyAjWBsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OOLF_gucIyk/s320/1-17-200970125PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315467777834092226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can't lie. i'm gonna miss you. both of you. especially you classmate. lepas ni siapa nak curi keychain jaz lagi? ohh wait. you don't have to. dah dapat dah pun keychain tu kann:) although thing with us didn't work out well, you turned out to be a veryvery good friend indeed. hee. somehow i think you guys are cruel oh. Rahman was right. if you left, siapa lagi yang kitaorang ada? gediklah. nak pergi jugak mckk tuu. and you pelat, lepas ni siapa nak teman jaz lepak dkt balcony after rehat? haa? siapa nak tolong jaz ambil kan awan awan tu? all this while, always ada tiga orang lalu depan rumah jaz pergi main bola. guess after this you'll be walking alone winnie. kalau you guys balik, beritahulah. boleh lepak. or tangkap gambar with your imaginary three-lense-slr kan nadzmi?*winkwink* haha. although baru je kenal korang, still, you guys are born with talent to make people laugh:) ohh. baru teringat the 20 sen history. haha. see, my memory is getting better lah. hee. kalaulah mamak roti tu tak lalu haritu, dah takdapat kenal korang. kan? thanks mamak roti:) hahaha. take care tau. lepas ni nadzmi dah takboleh pinjam jaz punya homework lagi dah. haha. anyways, wishing you guys all the best. jangan lupa kawan kawan di sini:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s nadzmi perasan tak ada banyak rugbyhead smiley? saje je buat banyak banyak. it annoys you kan? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/97309645947127395-4792320356475516473?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4792320356475516473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/walk-me-along-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/4792320356475516473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/4792320356475516473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/walk-me-along-memory-lane.html' title='walk me along the memory lane'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/ScRVyAjWBsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OOLF_gucIyk/s72-c/1-17-200970125PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-1498406225963205692</id><published>2009-03-18T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:09:55.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one hour means more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;guess everyone are well aware of the earth hour which will take place on march 28th 8.30 pm. so basically on this specific day, we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; to switch off all the lights for one hour. its just an hour, i cant understand why certain people out there are whining about switching off their lights. haven't they sit back and think, earth never ask anything from us. but, we're ruining earth off-limit. so the question here is, is one hour so hard to do? hope malaysians will realise this. here is an interesting video with interesting-er message beyond it. enjoy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zL9R_i9Of1c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zL9R_i9Of1c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI Updates ;&lt;br /&gt;its a country week. somehow i personally think the theme is not very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rational. &lt;/span&gt;not every singer can sing country songs(credits for carrie underwood) but that doesn't mean the singer is not versatile enough. so the results, tonight concert was a let-down. its not surprising though. adam lambert was rather dissapointing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this week favourite ; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt Giraud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-1498406225963205692?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1498406225963205692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-hour-means-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/1498406225963205692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/1498406225963205692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-hour-means-more.html' title='one hour means more'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-8798674938313332938</id><published>2009-03-12T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:43:20.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're such a P.Y.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;Friendship Compatibility of Libra with Libra&lt;/h5&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything's always so easy and familiar with your Libran chum...why can't all of your friendships be this way? It's probably because you won't find anyone as charming, witty and intelligent as a fellow Libran. The two of you share a love of grace and beauty and can spend hours just admiring the architecture of historic places *wtf?*. You're also both practiced at the art of debate and enjoy discussing current events with each other, knowing the conversation will never get heated or emotional. The one drawback to this friendship is that you're both more prone to talk about things than actually doing them. Neither one of you likes to take decisive action ... it's much more fun discussing the matter from every conceivable angle. Naturally, you have tons of interests in common and may enjoy graceful sports like gymnastics and ice skating. Playing music can be another source of pleasure for you both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; nan &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;afifah&lt;/span&gt; will read this entry:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*source ; myspace horoscopes compatibility meter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-8798674938313332938?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8798674938313332938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-such-pyt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8798674938313332938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/8798674938313332938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-such-pyt.html' title='you&apos;re such a P.Y.T'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-5573838623750277004</id><published>2009-03-11T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:52:59.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's payback time</title><content type='html'>i knoww. it's the second entry for the day. haha. dah lama tak blog. so i decided to post more than one entry today. hee:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since dah taktau nak blog pasal apa, i've made up my mind that i would write about this &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;particular current favourite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hah. amik kauu. haha. and, make way for Dan Sebenarnya by Yuna ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh bulan&lt;br /&gt;enggan melayan diriku lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pabila,&lt;br /&gt;air mata membasahi pipi&lt;br /&gt;dan lagu-lagu di radio seolah-olah memerli aku&lt;br /&gt;pabila,&lt;br /&gt;kau bersama yg lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adakah perasaaan benci ini sebenarnya cinta&lt;br /&gt;yang masih bersemadi untukmu&lt;br /&gt;dan sebenarya ku mengharapkan&lt;br /&gt;di sebalik senyuman mu itu&lt;br /&gt;kau juga merindui aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ku enggan&lt;br /&gt;berpura pura ku bahagia&lt;br /&gt;ku enggan&lt;br /&gt;melihat kau bersama si dia&lt;br /&gt;oh ku akui cemburu&lt;br /&gt; mula menular dalam diri&lt;br /&gt;pabila&lt;br /&gt;kau bersama yang lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;adakah perasaaan benci ini sebenarnya cinta&lt;br /&gt;yang masih bersemadi untukmu&lt;br /&gt;dan sebenarya ku mengharapkan&lt;br /&gt;di sebalik senyuman mu itu&lt;br /&gt;kau juga merindui aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pabila kau merenung matanya&lt;br /&gt;ku rebah,&lt;br /&gt;jatuh ke bumi&lt;br /&gt;di saat kau benar-benar mahu pergi&lt;br /&gt;seperti ku bernafas dalam air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah perasaaan benci ini sebenarnya cinta&lt;br /&gt;yang masih bersemadi untukmu&lt;br /&gt;dan sebenarya ku mengharapkan&lt;br /&gt;di sebalik senyuman mu itu kau juga merindui aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;best kan? i know. haha. tiada any specific reason why i love this song yeah. put that in mind** hee. and bawah ni is the video of her performing at Malaya Park. loving the voice:) if video tu buffered, don't blame the vid. it's your connection lah yang lembab. haa:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HreZ8acNmbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://malayapark.com/wp/yuna-dan-sebenarnya/"&gt;Yuna-Dan Sebenarnya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*support local scene. dieorang tadelah sucks sangat:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-5573838623750277004?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5573838623750277004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-payback-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5573838623750277004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5573838623750277004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-payback-time.html' title='it&apos;s payback time'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-5133014051993879862</id><published>2009-03-11T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T02:37:06.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh l-o-v-e</title><content type='html'>why must it be sooo hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your interest in starting a romance is changing today. You're less concerned with flirting up a storm, and more concerned with finding someone you can have long and deep conversations with. This change means that you are focusing more on what you need for true happiness, and not so much on what you think you need for the time being. Listen to yourself and give yourself the time you need to figure this stuff out. It might be a good idea to take a break from dating until you're sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*source ; yahoo shine daily horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**parts of it are true though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-5133014051993879862?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5133014051993879862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohh-l-o-v-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5133014051993879862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/5133014051993879862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohh-l-o-v-e.html' title='ohh l-o-v-e'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-3647362010578936633</id><published>2009-03-10T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:40:19.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dissapear, please.</title><content type='html'>right at the moment i know you have your heart on someone else, i don't know why i'm having this kind of feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-3647362010578936633?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3647362010578936633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/dissapear-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/3647362010578936633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/3647362010578936633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/dissapear-please.html' title='dissapear, please.'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-1581773832796637979</id><published>2009-02-22T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:43:19.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're not invinsible in case you don't realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the more i try to erase you, the harder it gets.&lt;br /&gt;the more i want to forget you, the closer the moments we've shared come approaching me.&lt;br /&gt;when i intend to vanish you, the warmth of your smile blindfolded my heart.&lt;br /&gt;when i am determined to ignore you, your promises playback in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i wish you were here, you weren't.&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, what exactly is i'm feeling?&lt;br /&gt;what exactly is our fate if you and me are not meant to be together?&lt;br /&gt;if loving you is something wrong, then my heart will never be right.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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realize'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-3969399710123143657</id><published>2009-02-20T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:37:59.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>picturing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and there she stand,&lt;br /&gt;pretending that nothing has ever went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;with his promises, today, she survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though dealing with the fact that he's out there,&lt;br /&gt;living his life happily with someone else doesnt really please her, still,&lt;br /&gt;her feelings for him never fall, never fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, for one beautiful sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;they're fated to meet,&lt;br /&gt;she can never let go the smile off her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though she know this by heart,&lt;br /&gt;that she and him will never be together, still,&lt;br /&gt;deep inside, there's a strength that wanted her to wait even if it takes forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-3969399710123143657?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3969399710123143657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/02/picturing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SZjqy7G6YiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xE71WtOf-V4/s1600-h/P2140335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SZjqy7G6YiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xE71WtOf-V4/s320/P2140335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303246721809801762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last saturday, i went to SMK Seksyen 5 carnival. which also means i cut school that day. haha. i went there with nan around 9+ am. we did not went directly to her school. hee. instead we went to nz to fill our grumbling stomach. there, we talked about all of the things we missed since this year, we dont quite spent quality times together. after calling a few of people, nan said dah boleh masuk sekolah dah. so we walked. just as i arrived at her school, i noticed, one thing for sure, i am very proud of the students. why? all of them are wearing uniform/baju sukan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all of them.&lt;/span&gt; man, you cant see this kind of atmosphere in melawati. haha. jangan harap we all come to the carnival wearing baju sekolah. so we approached nan's clique which consist of jep, fee, meth, marissa, farah, izzat, nana and azza. and yasmin and faiz too. and ada lah lagi. ramai sangatlah. i cant recall all the names. haha. they were playing card at the dewan besides eating and lepak-ing. then nan pulled out my slr and she's starting to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buat harta&lt;/span&gt; with it. haha. i dont mind though:) we snapped a lot of pictures since svian are very camera friendly. hee. they are not just camera friendly but they are friendly friendly too. get what i mean?:) eventhough they dont really know me but they treated me well. impressed me on the friendly rating meter. then we went to see izzat's brother with all his artworks. i cant lie, they were beautiful. so basically, i enjoyed my 3++ hours visit there. hope to see you guys again in the future:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SZjqzK60bTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5Hwe6QVap9g/s1600-h/P2140315.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/97309645947127395-3115143727694885699?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3115143727694885699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/02/nuevo-companero-alegre-momento.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-4899413830937770776</id><published>2009-01-25T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:29:18.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opera Mini</title><content type='html'>Most of you might be wondering, why opera mini? Kan? Haha. That is because i am writing this entry using opera mini through my mobile phone. Maybe its not so cool for some of you but its a totally new thing for me:) now i have more reason not to walk to the pc to online. Since i got opera mini within my reach kan. Hee. Anyways, entry ni dah nampak macam commercial for opera mini pula. Haha. Nak explore lagi lah. Toodles;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-4899413830937770776?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4899413830937770776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/01/opera-mini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/4899413830937770776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/4899413830937770776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/01/opera-mini.html' title='Opera Mini'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-3614299866644994570</id><published>2009-01-21T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:51:29.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>***current addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha. okay. referring to the topic, well, my new, current addiction is faizal tahir. padahal takdelah baru sangat. dah lama lah juga. haha. yes. that FAIZAL TAHIR. obviously this is not because of that juara lagu that just took event on Jan 20th. i've been a huge fan of his since he's in that reality show, which i forgot the title. -__-" ahah. some people might be questioning why Faizal Tahir or why malaysian artiste? right? simply because his voice and his masterpiece is different from the others. he's just too professional. im not a person that always goes for malaysian artiste. not to be harsh, but my priority have always been western artiste. their song and their singing just perfectly matched. same goes with Faizal Tahir. i adores all of his song. i do. and im not ashamed to admit it:) and, talking about the Juara Lagu happened on last Sunday, he managed to present both 'Coba' and 'Sampai Syurga' perfectly well.Coba was okay for me. but Sampai Syurga was extraordinaire. his singing, his idea to deliver the message of the song, and his image*woohoo;)* made just a perfect match. im not exagerrating or anything, but hey, i did got goosebumps when he hit the chorus. i did. i never ever in my whole life get a goosebump just by listening to others singing. well, i think i better stop here or else other readers might be vomitting if i ever write a word about Faizal Tahir again. haha. till then, Faizal Tahir is really my idol:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-3614299866644994570?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3614299866644994570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/01/current-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/3614299866644994570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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it's already time to face the fact that things doesn't remain as it is for now. preparing yourself for any absolute changes ahead aint easy at all. but, for now, being optimistic matters. so, i guess, it's what im going to be:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*from now onwards, i've decided to quote a line at the end of my every blogs. its just a random, transparent feeling of mine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;happy one month anniversary sayang:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'forgetting things is not as easy as you think it is'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/97309645947127395-7438859047157631801?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7438859047157631801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/01/changing-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/7438859047157631801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/7438859047157631801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/01/changing-lane.html' title='changing lane'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-2589546819835265027</id><published>2009-01-07T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:18:02.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hollow</title><content type='html'>confused. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt;. numb. missing. longing. juggling. balancing. struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind me. im so not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the mood&lt;/span&gt; to open up what im feeling inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-2589546819835265027?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2589546819835265027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/01/hollow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/2589546819835265027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/2589546819835265027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2009/01/hollow.html' title='hollow'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-2684469200745105192</id><published>2008-12-30T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T05:34:55.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SVojOJpUNdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/T0_baX6ZcFQ/s1600-h/DSC02342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SVojOJpUNdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/T0_baX6ZcFQ/s200/DSC02342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285575838687049170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SVojNxQ02LI/AAAAAAAAADI/9ck0FEIaHVI/s1600-h/DSC02242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SVojNxQ02LI/AAAAAAAAADI/9ck0FEIaHVI/s200/DSC02242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285575832141879474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SVojN6XMhUI/AAAAAAAAADA/MZBxrxWLvJ4/s1600-h/Fifah+and+me..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SVojN6XMhUI/AAAAAAAAADA/MZBxrxWLvJ4/s200/Fifah+and+me..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285575834584515906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as 2008 reaching its tail end, i am grateful that throughout this year everything went out pretty well. Eventhough there were certain things that i can labeled as black memories, but who even care to remember those stupid past. Besides, most of it came from our own mistakes too. Well, lets start from the beginning, first of all, i am grateful that i entered the most perfect class ever. I know some of the people out there might label us as the geek class, but who cares? they dont even know how happening our class can be. And the humans, yes, they are more than perfect. they are veryvery open minded and they do jokes their own way. haha. and, i remembered when i called you guys the geeks, nerds and all, man i take it all back. as 2oo8 crawls into mid-year, i was blissfully happy*at that time* because i think i've met the most perfect person i ever knew. but for now, i never wished that i knew him. knowing him was my biggest regret. but as they say, past are past. besides, i am now trying to be optimistic with the given situation. and it brought me to the near-end of 2008, i've done my PMR and im glad the studying is over. or at least for the year. but i was wrong then, i realised just how much i miss my friends, my class, my books and stuff. without studying, my day is like 60% empty. and it sucks. haha. and then this guy just appear out of nowhere. he blew my feet *and my mind too* off. haha. he made me realized that not all guys are the same. im glad we went out together that day izzat:) and as for today, my results are the cherry on top of everything. all the hardwork *and play* for three years have been paid off. its nice to see all the smiles on my friends' faces as they get their result. and, the unforgettable one, of course, nan sofiah. i've ran out of words when it comes to you. haha. lets just put it this way, i cant even imagine my day not knowing you. so, goodbye 2008, the year of happiness. may next year get even better:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-2684469200745105192?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2684469200745105192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-long-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-6461740702609593880</id><published>2008-12-14T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:03:11.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je t'aime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ana behibak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo ie ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miluji te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik hou van jou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amas vin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich liebe dich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mein tumse pyar karte hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa ai lu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai shiteru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saranghae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iniibig kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phom rak khun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwa ai lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toi yeu em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-6461740702609593880?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6461740702609593880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2008/12/je-taime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/6461740702609593880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/6461740702609593880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2008/12/je-taime.html' title='Je t&apos;aime'/><author><name>jazrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14945680044529191169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_knPZ2xMKoz8/SiVqQSNOJzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bly-A3LxB4I/S220/DSC02343.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97309645947127395.post-770849890425009192</id><published>2008-12-07T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:42:18.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you fit in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;someone talkative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;someone who knows what he's talking about&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;someone funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;someone who can keep up with my slowness in picking up things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;someone who can remind me because im veryvery forgetful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;someone who never give up explaining to me what's happening&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;someone who is there to listen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;someone who is willing to lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone who accept me as who i am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;until now, i've waited for this certain someone to come along and when you come, im positive that you're made for me:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-770849890425009192?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/770849890425009192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-fit-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that is because i went to my kampung to look after my grandpa. yes, to make it better, i haven;t watch my current obsession, twilight. ps/ i might be watching twilight this thursday. hee. i arrived at my house on friday night. on the next day, i have to attend my cousin's wedding in selayang. on sunday while i was sleeping, i received a text message from my soulmate, nan sofiah telling me that she's stuck because there's a major landslide took place in Bukit Antarabangsa. and she asked me to watch news for further info. i was so shocked and only god knows how worried i am. besides nan, i have other friends staying there. i wondered how were they doing. i hope everything will be fine. i really am sorry for those who had lost their loved ones, their house and other valuables. and now, updates on the landslide can be seen everywhere. and, i guess the landslide is the current happening for now. until then, later readers:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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my pizza, i decided to look through the pictures in my camera. right when i pressed the 'view' button, the pictures of me and my classmates at our class party appeared. i look back at all the photos. there's a photo of me and a few of us with teacher siti noor. there's also a photo of you guys dancing to the 'ayer' song. i laughed at myself while browsing through the photos. suddenly it comes to me, is this the ending? this is it? then i realized, this is our last meeting, our last gathering. there will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt; 3 Sejahtera after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine how bad im going to miss you guys. i miss being the second girl that come to school early *because the first one have always been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;adilah.&lt;/span&gt; haha* i miss the two girls that have been accompanying me throughout the year. i miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;syahidah&lt;/span&gt; with her common 'job' blabbing out the juiciest gossip ever. i miss&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ariffah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bringing her bekal to school and say to me, 'ambik lah'. i miss the girls around me. i miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;anis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i miss doodling with her where im the one who bring the crayons and she's the one who borrows it. always:) i miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;dine &lt;/span&gt;who always laugh overly over small matter. i miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tina&lt;/span&gt; with her daily routine 'cerita-ing' to me about her starling. i miss&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; meera&lt;/span&gt; who cant get over with ayam. i miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ain and dee. &lt;/span&gt;they're the sunshine of the class. hearing dee's super loud sneeze had become something common to us. i cant believe im not going to hear that any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the guys too. i miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dakshan &lt;/span&gt;who always find an opportunity to talk to amal(; i miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaif &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jerrick&lt;/span&gt;, the mentor and the protege. haha. i miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fahim and his clan &lt;/span&gt;cracking out the stupidest jokes i've ever heard. i miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;syazwan&lt;/span&gt;, the kepeng one. haha. i miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aizuddin's gang&lt;/span&gt; too. not to forget. i miss those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinese guys&lt;/span&gt;.  i miss hearing their laugh and shout when they play poker together. i miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aiman &lt;/span&gt;who seems to talk non-stoply. i miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ghavi &lt;/span&gt;going around the girls' table and keluarkan all of the stuff in my pencil case and atur them on my table. i wonder why he do that for? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sitting on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stage&lt;/span&gt;, i miss standing and staring people at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balcony&lt;/span&gt;. i miss 3 Sejahtera. although next year some of us will stay in the same class, but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wont&lt;/span&gt; be the same 3 Sejahtera anymore. sometimes i wish this year will never end:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-4558031457946872083?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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totally my kind of books. i was picking that one and this one. but then, i have to put the books back to its original place as the money in my wallet tak mengizinkan. then, i thought maybe i could just aim the books that i wanted then drag my mum and dad to mph to buy it for me. haha:DD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the gift, haters, crazy in love and angus, thongs and perfect snogging&lt;/span&gt; are on top of the list baby. hee. i dont care if my mum will hate me for a week as long as i get those books. at least theres something else i can do besides eating:) and, i totally felt her absence today. i reallyreallyreally miss her. ugh. thoughts of we both talking and laughing our heads off are playing on the back off my mind. only now i realized that we've been spending too much time apart. i thought it wasn't even possible. with me going back to kampung this friday, i dont know when i'll be seeing you. i want you to know nan, i really do miss you:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh and, i love you nan:D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/97309645947127395-6983092132383238572?l=jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6983092132383238572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazrinapunyablog.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-out-and-missingness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/6983092132383238572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/97309645947127395/posts/default/6983092132383238572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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major things everyday which is eat, sleep and watching korean soap operas. so, i've decided to create an account here. just to let everyone know what im doing everyday. oh, not to mention all of my melancong plans been cancelled and i have to balik kampung to take care of my grandpa. the balik kampung thingy is okay, its just the matter of timing. some of my aunty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; me to go there fast. and, it'll ganggu my outing schedule. susah betul nak puaskan hati ramai orang kan? haish. so basically, i dont know really when i'll balik kampung. and, i've been missing my life partner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;. damn. without her, semua benda macam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak complete&lt;/span&gt; oh. i wish we could spend some time together. there's a lot to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nan sofiah, i miss you:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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