<?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-4371716799999743123</id><updated>2011-11-05T08:25:20.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One song, about a girl.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-3578364156977346993</id><published>2011-02-25T05:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T06:39:12.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wanted Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The 20th of February is definitely the best day of my life, hands down and let me tell you why. I found out about The Wanted around November last year. I went for a karaoke with some of my cousins and saw All Time Low - The Wanted. Deanna and I thought it's the band All Time Low with a song called The Wanted, so we're both like heeeeyyy new song :3 But it turned out to be a band called The Wanted with a song All Time Low, so we're both like whhaattt? Then days later, Athirah got back from UK and told Hannah about The Wanted on facebook. I creepily stalked them lulz and I was like heeeyy I know those lads, so I give The Wanted another listen and fell in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;K sooooo, months passed by and it was January. One day, The Wanted tweeted about coming to Singapore. I WAS LIKE WHAT SINGAPORE WHY NOT MALAYSIA ARGH NO MY LIFE IS RUINED. Told Athirah about it and we were planning to go to Singapore just for them, but then I found a TW Singapore team on twitter and asked them 'Do you think The Wanted will come to Malaysia as well?' with HIGH hopes. And I got 'yes, Tom tweeted it' for a reply. When I saw that I was literally screaming, jumping, crying, trolling, laughing and all that crap. So I stalked Tom's twitter and scroll down till I found the tweet, he said they'll probably come down from 16th till 26th of Feb I think, they didn't stay that long though ): So, Athirah and I emailed the UMM people and this and that. Lol, later that night I tweeted @thewantedmusic AND I GOT A REPLY AHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoF9T-xOCYw/TWe6iKVlGmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9XuKsmKr4H4/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B10.19.24%2BPM.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577631759574833762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;I know the tweet seems rude but I really didn't expect a reply at all. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So blah weeks passed by then Athirah found out that the boys are coming on the 20th! I was like yay then I found out it was on a Sunday so I was like nay. It's pretty impossible for me to go to KL on school night. I mean, YOU MAD? We have school the next day. Ahh, I can't miss school for a concert. Well, I totally would but my parents will totally kill me. So, basically Athirah and I planned that we'll just win some tickets and figure out the rest later and I found @TWMalaysia on the same day (: But problems were solved when Athirah's Dad said that he'll drive us there. SO I OWE HIM OF COURSE. Thank you, uncle. Lulz. Then I found out about the Advertlets competition, I was like uhh there's no way i'm joining this. I'm too lazy to ask people. So I was like Kbye. Basically, I was trying to win from Mjuice and also from Hitz.fm but I decided to join so I could win some showcase passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And days went by and we got no tickets but we didn't give up. Athirah, Aida, Deanna and I spent so much time listening to the radio so we can win the tickets. So on wednesday, Deanna and I were trying to win the tickets since we were together so we decided to take a video of us calling hitz and such. We lost so we both looked so frustrated but I decided to continue recording, to see our faces when we find out the winner. I was sooo hopping it's Athirah the blahblahblah it was AIDA. SHE WON 4 SHOWCASE PASSES. Deanna and I screamed on top of our lungs! It was crazy. We were very happy, Alhamdulillah but the problem is we need 1 more ticket for Deanna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday we tried out again, of course and failed terribly. I was in the state where I couldn't give a fuck about the laser tag anymore. Now my mission is to get Deanna a showcase pass. I know, I'm so nice. Aida found out that Astro Hitz is also giving out showcase and laser tag passes so I joined obviously. I joined everything. Then I went to sleep, I was hoping that I'll win a showcase pass for Deanna from advertlets. I didn't go to school on Friday for some reason and woke up pretty early, around 9. I waited for the Advertlets results and got nothing. It was already 30 minutes past 12 and still nothing. I was literally freaking out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was feeling low and decided to watch some videos on youtube. That's what I do when I feel down and such, I'll watch sad videos on youtube. It was already 2pm and still no email or call from advertlets. Oh, jsyk I have my email opened on another tab and I keep refreshing it again and again. Soo, I was watching this video, can't remember what it was then I checked my email and got ONE new email. i clicked on it as fast as I could but I didn't read who's the sender, I just saw something The Wanted as the title. THEN I SAW THIS.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7O3h9EmVzbM/TWe4nA04BmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xEzvH-fdJX0/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B10.09.52%2BPM.png" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577629643897833058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My reaction was WHAT THE FUCK. What the fuck is this. My whole body was spazzing and I started crying. I called Athirah and Deanna but no answer so I called Aida then she found out the she won as well and she also got a call from Mjuice that she won laser tag and showcase passes. Later that day, we found out that Athirah won as well! We were like wtf is up with today. MAJOR LAST MINUTE VICTORY. Then, I got a call from AFiqah telling me that i won laser tag and showcase passes from advertlets. I couldn't believe my ears. I just can't believe it. All my prayers were answered. I love god :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;my reaction="" was="" what="" the="" i="" t="" believe="" my="" whole="" body="" know="" to="" called="" athirah="" and="" deanna="" but="" got="" no="" answer="" so="" aida="" told="" her="" won="" only="" 2="" laser="" tag="" passes="" re="" like="" then="" found="" out="" she="" as="" later="" an="" email="" saying="" also="" a="" call="" from="" mjuice="" that="" showcase="" we="" were="" all="" wtf="" is="" up="" with="" s="" last="" minute="" victory="" or="" it="" around="" afiqah="" pass="" oh="" love="" god="" for="" planning="" this="" am="" very="" br=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/my&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;my reaction="" was="" what="" the="" i="" t="" believe="" my="" whole="" body="" know="" to="" called="" athirah="" and="" deanna="" but="" got="" no="" answer="" so="" aida="" told="" her="" won="" only="" 2="" laser="" tag="" passes="" re="" like="" then="" found="" out="" she="" as="" later="" an="" email="" saying="" also="" a="" call="" from="" mjuice="" that="" showcase="" we="" were="" all="" wtf="" is="" up="" with="" s="" last="" minute="" victory="" or="" it="" around="" afiqah="" pass="" oh="" love="" god="" for="" planning="" this="" am="" very="" br=""&gt;K so this is all for now. I'll continue on the laser tag and showcase tomorrow hopefully. HAHAHHA.&lt;/my&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-3578364156977346993?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3578364156977346993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/02/wanted-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3578364156977346993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3578364156977346993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/02/wanted-part-1.html' title='The Wanted Part 1'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoF9T-xOCYw/TWe6iKVlGmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9XuKsmKr4H4/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-25%2Bat%2B10.19.24%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-9057578420178896070</id><published>2011-02-14T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:37:33.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL</title><content type='html'>I feel like crap right now. I don't think I'll get to play laser tag with The Wanted. How sad is thattttt ): Anyway, let's just hope I'll win some tickets just to see them live. LOL, I didn't really ask people to like my comment because the top 5 really wanna meet The Wanted so who am I to crash their dreams right? So, I'll just let them win and I'll cry my heart out yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYYYYYYYY, if One Direction is coming here I wouldn't give a shit about anybody. I will literally kill everyone that will try to take my dreams away from. I won't be giving any bloody chances to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, I still want to PLAY LASER TAG WITH THE WANTED!!!!!!!! Ughh, I've never been to a concert by international artist, let alone meet them ): I love love love love love The Wanted so whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!! I wanna meet them for gods sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-9057578420178896070?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9057578420178896070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/02/looooooooooooooooooool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/9057578420178896070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/9057578420178896070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/02/looooooooooooooooooool.html' title='LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-6403183559814491824</id><published>2011-02-14T02:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:44:27.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGGGGGGGGHHHH</title><content type='html'>K so the wanted is coming to Malaysia and I really want to see them and of course MEET them as well. But I don't think I'll actually get to meet them because there's no way i'm going to win the advertlets contest yadayadayada. So hopefully I'll get to see them live and die in happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-6403183559814491824?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6403183559814491824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/02/argggggggghhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6403183559814491824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6403183559814491824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/02/argggggggghhhh.html' title='ARGGGGGGGGHHHH'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-1520486993921361052</id><published>2011-02-03T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:39:46.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-yyLujrmHs/TVn1Y-OL9dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/volqTpyCtbA/s1600/tumblr_lg041zjIW81qgrudpo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-yyLujrmHs/TVn1Y-OL9dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/volqTpyCtbA/s400/tumblr_lg041zjIW81qgrudpo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573755823215867346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-1520486993921361052?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1520486993921361052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1520486993921361052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1520486993921361052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-yyLujrmHs/TVn1Y-OL9dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/volqTpyCtbA/s72-c/tumblr_lg041zjIW81qgrudpo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-81648108559922765</id><published>2011-01-19T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:41:55.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 Your views on drugs and alcohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I think doing drugs and drinking alcohols are useless. They take you nowhere. I don't really have a clear opinion on them . But I really hate it when some takes life's hard, stressed out and blahblahblah as excuses for them to use drugs and all. As if there's no other way. I'm actually disappointed with those people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf461hdB0X1qf1gd7.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 210px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Seriously guys, there's tons of ways to find happiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;k bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-81648108559922765?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/81648108559922765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-3-your-views-on-drugs-and-alcohol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/81648108559922765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/81648108559922765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-3-your-views-on-drugs-and-alcohol.html' title='Day 3 Your views on drugs and alcohol'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-5990393400185904659</id><published>2011-01-18T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:47:44.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 Where you'd like to be in 10 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In 10 years, I would like to wake up to this;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf1exsz5281qf4aak.gif" alt="image" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;And I'll be all 'MORNINGGGG BABY';&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf6jghLyix1qedxsa.gif" alt="image" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leiu15RoqJ1qcvj6w.gif" alt="image" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Then, I'll go to the toilet and sees this;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf69dihDZR1qgrix8o1_500.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 233px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;O.o a little inappropriate, I know. LOLOLOL definitely not gonna happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;Sooo, in 10 years I will be 26 oh my god, I'm turning 16 this year :/ Anyway I assume I will be done with school and probably working. I'm not so sure what I'm gonna do with my life. I'm thinking of being a pharmacist or a geologist or a historian. Lol I don't know really but I was kinda hoping by 26 I will eventually find *drumrolls* 'the one' :3 lol I made up my mind, the dude I'm marrying must have an angelic voice like Hazzaaa. HAHAHAHAH. I would love to live in the countryside with my husband(HAHA) where everything is green and the smell of fresh air. No wait, I would love to live in the countryside ABROAD. Lol, I would love to live in a pretty cottage or something like a french country-house with all that vines. SOOO pretty. HA-HA-HA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;"&gt;I don't know where I'd like to be mannn. I'll just go wherever life takes me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-5990393400185904659?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5990393400185904659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2-where-youd-like-to-be-in-10-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5990393400185904659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5990393400185904659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2-where-youd-like-to-be-in-10-years.html' title='Day 2 Where you&apos;d like to be in 10 years'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-3847243949304328648</id><published>2011-01-17T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:45:27.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look up, I look up at night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf4u3jXCnN1qek4a2.gif" alt="image" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAADDDUUUPPP EVERYONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt; just gonna do this starting today because I think I should do something to make my blog much more alive. Err yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf5vsfPo1H1qae1cio1_500.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 503px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;I'm single, obviously. I'm definitely not the type of person who even bother having a relationship. I find it rather useless and a waste of time. It's so annoying when young people tend to think that they're going to end up with the person they're dating. I mean dude. No. Just no. Anyway, single life is fun. The thing is you can change your crush everyday. Daydream about random boys. Wait, that didn't come out right. Daydream about random celebrities. Yeah, so much fun :3 But being single can lead you to isolation. You find yourself trapped in your own world until you become an anti-social. So that kinda sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;Honestly, this doesn't really bother me but it bothers me if Harry Styles is dating somebody else besides me. Not kewl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf52iszN4p1qent8q.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;That's me whenever I think about the fact that I will never see/meet One Direction and whenever I think about Harry kissing his girlfriend if he has one. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf4uggsFvs1qek4a2.gif" alt="image" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;BE MINE PLEASEEEEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-3847243949304328648?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3847243949304328648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-up-i-look-up-at-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3847243949304328648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3847243949304328648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2011/01/look-up-i-look-up-at-night.html' title='Look up, I look up at night.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-6361904283608731861</id><published>2010-12-16T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:42:04.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna be forever stunted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOPING FOR THE BEST BUT EXPECTING THE WORST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm talking about my future husband. You know, I hope his hot and all but I know deep down, I only deserve some shitty guy. HAHAHAH whatever. I'm actually talking about pmr result. HOHO I hope for 8As but I think I'm going to get around 5 or 6? Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a line from a song anyway. I'm so lame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Instead of having nightmares about pmr results, I keep having nightmares about zombies. I'm so cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-6361904283608731861?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6361904283608731861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wanna-be-forever-stunted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6361904283608731861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6361904283608731861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wanna-be-forever-stunted.html' title='i wanna be forever stunted'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7046689910192841105</id><published>2010-12-13T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:40:08.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>obladi oblada life goes on brahhh</title><content type='html'>I don't get it. Why do you even bother date a person when you know you won't marry him/her? JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT? I feel like puking when a person goes like "you're my only one, you're forever mine" blablablabla. Stop being so fucking stupid. You won't end up with that person forever. Go find something better to do. Like get a job. Help your mom. Clean your toilet. I don't know. JUST DO SOMETHING ELSE. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........ I should find something better to do. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Go listen to Forever Young by One Direction. They're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go listen to The Beatles as well. Because you guys are losers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-7046689910192841105?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7046689910192841105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/12/obladi-oblada-life-goes-on-brahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7046689910192841105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7046689910192841105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/12/obladi-oblada-life-goes-on-brahhh.html' title='obladi oblada life goes on brahhh'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7926605947397330941</id><published>2010-12-10T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:39:29.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You might be a big fish fish in a small pond, doesn't mean you've won.</title><content type='html'>HI. So aku decided untuk bagi post ni dlm melayu sbb aku awesome. PFT DUH? KAN AKU AWESOME KAN? Hahahh awkwardnyeee banggg. TROLOLOLOL. Eh comelkankankan homepage wordpress? Depa bagi ada like some snow thingy magigy? So mcm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhah anyway, aku bet semua org tau yg aku ni obsessed dgn One Direction and aku in love dgn Zayn Malik. And as you all can see, aku tgh date zayn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alyaisaloser.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/picture-2.png"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-146 aligncenter" title="liolol" src="http://alyaisaloser.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/picture-2.png" alt="" width="354" height="104" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHO lawak kan. TETAPI AKU BARU SEDAQ BAHAWA AKU JATUH CINTA KAT HARRY STYLES. OH TUHAN AKU. HOHOHOH jom pi makan nasik kandaq. Hhahahah nasik kandang mau? HOHO tau tk aku kena google everytime aku nak ambik screenshot sbb aku slalu lupa mcm mana nk ambik screenshot kat mac. MACAM BODOH KAN. Dahla sejuta kali try tak jadi. HOHOHOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHOHEHEOHOHOHOH bodoh, hi. Nak ckp apa ehh. Sooo keputusan penilaian menengah rendah nak keluaq dah oiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Kalau aku tk dpt 8 A, aku nanti terjun bangunannnn. Hahahha over gila kan aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JADI APAKAH DIATAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah lawakkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAMEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-7926605947397330941?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7926605947397330941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-might-be-big-fish-fish-in-small.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7926605947397330941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7926605947397330941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-might-be-big-fish-fish-in-small.html' title='You might be a big fish fish in a small pond, doesn&apos;t mean you&apos;ve won.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-2806318103118681397</id><published>2010-11-08T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:38:25.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahblahblah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you just envy those people who were born naturally pretty? I'm not talking about celebrities. I'm talking about real people. I wonder what kind of life do they live. I wonder what do they feel when they wake up in the morning. I wish I'm pretty. I wish I don't have huge lips and nose. And my eyes are too small for my huge nose &amp;amp; lips don't you think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I blame my parents for being ugly. If they're good-looking people, I'll be good-looking as well. Not monstrous looking. Sigh. I'm not talking like just pretty, pretty. I'm talking about those people who have the perfect nose. Beautiful eyes, not just plain black eyes. Pretty lips. Nice jaw. The right shape for the face. Everything about my face is just wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've seen okay-looking people turned pretty when they're in their 20s. But the make-ups can't hide my hideous nose. My huge lips. The make-ups may make me look fairer but I'm still the ugly girl whatever happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life. Is. Unfair. I have tons of problems right now but you know... I'm not here to sell my problems. So.. sup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-2806318103118681397?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2806318103118681397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/11/blahblahblah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/2806318103118681397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/2806318103118681397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/11/blahblahblah.html' title='Blahblahblah.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-577979530094285844</id><published>2010-11-07T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:37:51.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWSHUMNESH.</title><content type='html'>[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGa0Zoey7IU&amp;fs=1&amp;hl=en_US]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skins' theme song, so awesome. Best part starts at 0:52 (: I love this song, I could listen to it over and over again. Listening to it makes me so happy. I don't really like the new remix but who cares, I just love this one (Y) I love Skins, makes me wonder why am I here instead of England. I smiled, laughed, cried and all other craps just by watching Skins. I love how it's relatable though it's not exactly relatable to me because I'm a nice person :P but you know... It's not like Gossip Girl or 90210. It's about real people with real problems. &lt;br /&gt;My favourite generation is the first one &lt;3 Fuck it, why can't I be them or their friend? I love the second generation as well but they're not as awesome as the first one. I remember the first time I watched it, I was like WTH IS THIS. It's all sex, drugs and booze but then it grew on me. I can't wait for the 5th season though I'm not so excited with the cast. I really want the new generation to be as great as the first one. And god, the US' version of Skins sucks. Total rip-off. Gahh, I love Skins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-577979530094285844?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/577979530094285844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/11/awshumnesh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/577979530094285844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/577979530094285844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/11/awshumnesh.html' title='AWSHUMNESH.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7796940817273023852</id><published>2010-11-05T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:37:13.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a reaaaaal nowhere man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://alyaisaloser.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/tumblr_lba5imraxv1qzdksdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-105 aligncenter" title="lalalalala" src="http://alyaisaloser.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/tumblr_lba5imraxv1qzdksdo1_500.jpg" alt="" width="455" height="591" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaron Johnson as John Lennon in Nowhere Boy. SHO AWSHUM AND SHO CUTE ALOLOLOLO :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-7796940817273023852?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7796940817273023852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/11/hes-reaaaaal-nowhere-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7796940817273023852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7796940817273023852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/11/hes-reaaaaal-nowhere-man.html' title='He&apos;s a reaaaaal nowhere man.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-8953568797302275579</id><published>2010-11-05T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:35:19.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left 4 dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://alyaisaloser.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/left-4-dead-2-konsole-und-pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-100 aligncenter" title="Left-4-Dead-2" src="http://alyaisaloser.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/left-4-dead-2-konsole-und-pc.jpg" alt="" width="455" height="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meet Aimi &amp;amp; Deanna's latest addiction, Left 4 Dead 2. It's a game where you need to survive as zombies are taking over the world. I only watch them play because I'm pretty sure that I will die straight away after holding the controller.The game is pretty awesome and creepy. No wait, it's not pretty awesome. It's fucking awesome (Y) So the guy in the game named Ellis is quite hot (; And there's this sort of song in the game which is stuck in my head. It goes like this; DUN DUN DUN DUN.  So awesome (Y) Gahh, I love zombies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alyaisaloser.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/aleksi-zombies-boxcover-600-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-101" title="ahhhh" src="http://alyaisaloser.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/aleksi-zombies-boxcover-600-600.jpg" alt="" width="455" height="455" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombies. Fascinating creatures. Wouldn't it be so cool if zombies take over the world?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-8953568797302275579?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8953568797302275579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/11/left-4-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8953568797302275579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8953568797302275579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/11/left-4-dead.html' title='Left 4 dead'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-3622297563084454934</id><published>2010-09-02T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T06:22:18.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am now using..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:75;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uselessandinsecure.tumblr.com/"&gt;TUMBLR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So basically I got over blogger blogspot whatever shizznet. Mkayy bye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-3622297563084454934?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3622297563084454934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-now-using.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3622297563084454934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3622297563084454934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-now-using.html' title=''/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-1282315323488168235</id><published>2010-06-14T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T03:30:21.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mood-swings are pretty much killing me. I don't know why. I need to stop being emo. I feel terribly lonely for some reasons. I need someone to talk to. I should just to talk to a wall. That's better. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-1282315323488168235?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1282315323488168235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/06/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1282315323488168235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1282315323488168235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/06/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-967866588577373783</id><published>2010-05-27T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:17:42.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I was going through some of mine, and other people's old blog posts. I realized that I have changed, in many ways. The way I write, the way I express, the way I spent my time to blog. HAHA, the way I spent my time to blog is funny because I was pretty lifeless back then and I blogged daily. What the hell, I know. And now I blogged twice or three times a month. Anyways, back to the point. My life has changed. I used to be in this clique and have so many best friends. And now, I have one. Or two or maybe three. Well, actually my best friend is obviously, Afiqah. But I know I could always count on Athirah and Shafinaz (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't have many best friends and I don't hang out with coolest kid anymore, I'm pretty happy with my life right now. I used to be this kid who writes emo posts and now, I barely post emo or happy posts ahahah. I manage to grow up to be a person who keeps her feelings to herself. I barely vent and express on my blog anymore. Though some may say this is expressing, I'm just saying that I grew up. If I were to express, I'll be like; Oh, I grew up, it's great to grow up. I hate her, I hate him. I love him, I love her. Blablabla. Oh well, something like that. So yeah, I'm not that mature or anything. I'm still that weird retarded kid who won't stop talking but yes, another chapter of my life has ended. And off I go with the next chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got a B and a C for my mid-year exam. I did not work extremely hard for this  exam so I'm okay with my pretty shitty results. Haha, but I improved. Usually I'll get two Bs and two Cs. SO YEAHHH. Well, goodbye for now. Laterrrr.&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/4371716799999743123-967866588577373783?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/967866588577373783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-is-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/967866588577373783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/967866588577373783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-is-life.html' title='Life is life.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-5217792487513776342</id><published>2010-05-20T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:26:49.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackmasking shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So they said that Lady Gaga is blackmasking by inserting satanic massages in her songs. DUN DUN DUN. I honestly think that people are just being paranoid and don't you think if you reversed a song, it will sound creepy so your brains will interpret stuff like anti-religions and all because they were influenced by that one person who created the horrible rumor that Lady Gaga worship Satan. Maybe if THAT PERSON told you that 'stop telephoning me, I'm busy' sounds like 'I love apple' in reversed, then THAT is what you will hear because that's what your brain wanted to hear! She wears that cross thingy alright, but I don't know. Maybe she does worship Satan, who cares. I don't like her anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just need something to blog. HARHAR. I think tons of musician blackmask. Like, The Beatles, Rihanna, Led Zeppelin, errr, Barney LOL and more. Whatev. Anyway, exam's over. Agama and Living Skills were hard. I was sick a lot. Fever la, headache la, constipation la, semua aku kena. Dun dun dun. I'm not hoping for straight As, but if there is streaming classes, then I wish to be in a good class. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-5217792487513776342?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5217792487513776342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/blackmasking-shit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5217792487513776342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5217792487513776342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/blackmasking-shit.html' title='Blackmasking shit.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-1103962849972451117</id><published>2010-05-06T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:48:33.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You need someone older and wiser telling you what to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After thousands attempts to write an epic post, I gave up. Well let see, I have exam this Thursday and I'm here doing absolutely nothing. Yes, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is...... my epic post ( In a way Ryan Secreast said "This is.... American Idol!").&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/4371716799999743123-1103962849972451117?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1103962849972451117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-need-someone-older-and-wiser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1103962849972451117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1103962849972451117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-need-someone-older-and-wiser.html' title='You need someone older and wiser telling you what to do.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-8151948166861141601</id><published>2010-04-04T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T06:52:03.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2 A.M and I'm cursing your name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just realized this one thing that whenever I'm somewhere in public, I would stand there like a total idiot and stare or observe other people. It's a weird thing , but I do it anyway. There's so many kind of people, I felt so small. My favourite was when I saw a couple that looked like they're totally in love. The way they stared at each other. But if they make out, I would totally puke. Haha. I love the feeling I get when I see happy people. There's the loner, the happy person, the grumpy, the optimistic and all. Haha. But there's some I just can't figure out. Err. Since I'm the kind of person that stares at other people, I wonder if there's such person that stares at people that stares at other people. Haha. Get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-8151948166861141601?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8151948166861141601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-2-am-and-im-cursing-your-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8151948166861141601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8151948166861141601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-2-am-and-im-cursing-your-name.html' title='It&apos;s 2 A.M and I&apos;m cursing your name.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7125135824104780560</id><published>2010-03-29T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T06:45:54.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're untouchable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kinda promised myself that I'll update my blog if I get straight As..... but I didn't. So now what? Haha. Well, my results aren't that bad actually. I got a B for Malay and a C for IT, 9As. It's either the exams were easy or I improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO UMMMM. Someone should make me feel better by saying the exams were goddamn hard and I'm improved hell lot. Haahaha. And, I'm not the only that improved. Almost everybody else. WOOO Tak sabar nak ambik PMR :P So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-7125135824104780560?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7125135824104780560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-untouchable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7125135824104780560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7125135824104780560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-untouchable.html' title='You&apos;re untouchable.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-193844361785084276</id><published>2010-02-28T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T06:51:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OOOH big news, I found myself a new hobby. Well not really, I haven't start on it yet but I'm pretty excited (: I won't post what is it yet, I'm just gonna try out till it's successful. Haha, but I tend to change my hobbies frequently. So, we'll just see how this one works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I'm telling you. This hobby is really hard. You need to buy this certain stuffs that going to cost you money. I'm guessing that stuff is quite expensive. You need to be very patient. And if it's a success, you'll be extremely happy, duh. And if it's a failure, you'll end up disappointed and heartbroken. So, imagine yourself waiting for 3 months and ended up with a RST-something-like-that-ish. That sucks. Uhh, after reading what I just wrote, this hobby is kinda dangerous, mentally. And I know it sounds easy, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. SO yeah, I'll probably start after exam since I can go out and such. If you had no idea what hobby this is, I'll give you a hint; COLLECTOR.  HAHAHAHHA.&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/4371716799999743123-193844361785084276?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/193844361785084276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-invisible-and-everyone-knows-who-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/193844361785084276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/193844361785084276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-invisible-and-everyone-knows-who-you.html' title='I&apos;m invisible and everyone knows who you are.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7581757481458419069</id><published>2010-02-27T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:30:50.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is on it's way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sooo, it's 3:04 am and I am still awake. I barely post something on here because I have nothing to say. Okay, sooo I'm going to list down stuff that I recently found out about me and some random stuff. I mean, you weren't born and at that very second you knew exactly who you are. You learn more about yourself as you grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#1 I like painting my nails and remove them a minute later after admiring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 I barely watch the TV because I download most of my favourite TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 If you ask me do I know these certain songs, my answer would be 'no' because I don't listen to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 I only listen to my fav bands. So, that's pretty much why I don't listen to the radio. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 I love The Beatles and I would never admit that to my Dad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 I barely fall for guys, and when I do. I will fall HARD. Mostly celebrity crushes, but I go way overboooooard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 I think old movies and Marilyn Manson are creepy. Creepy creepy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 I used to hate it when people call me weird, but I don't mind now. It reminds me that I'm not like everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 I finally got over this thing where you want to be what everyone is, and wear what everybody wears. I barely wear skinnies now. I'll wear something comfortable and more... me-ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 I randomly blurt out in British-Liverpool accent sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 I got over my first love, Nick Jonas and I am now incredibly in love with Logan Lerman. But that doesn't mean I don't like Jonas Brothers anymore. Jonas Brothers play a big part in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 I have to write Jonas Brothers - Jonas Brothers instead of JB because of the stupid Justin Bieber stole JB. Seriously dude, that's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that would be it because I'm sleepy and I'm tired. OH WELL, March 11, come faster pleaseeeee!&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/4371716799999743123-7581757481458419069?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7581757481458419069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-on-its-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7581757481458419069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7581757481458419069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-on-its-way.html' title='Love is on it&apos;s way.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-764830124367496461</id><published>2010-02-02T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:27:46.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing comes without a cost, that life is just a game we lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welllll, hello there. It's been a while since I posted something here. I shall give you some updates, I'm in form 3 now. How time fly by so fast. I'm doing my home works, I know... total shock. I barely do my home works. I have a crush on someone for the first time in a VERYYY long time. I think. I'm not so sure if it's a crush. And I'm pretty sure it's not 'love'. You see, if you have a crush on someone, you will hope that they will like you back. But I can't do that. I would never lie to myself. He would never like me. If you have a crush on someone, you would fantasized that both of you are going out or something. But I can't. I just can't make my brain to work on that. And when you have a crush on someone, you think about the person allll daaaay loooong. Welllll, I actually think about him most of the times, but I'm trying to find a way to get over him. I WANT to get over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on with this crap. This is utter bullshit. I'm going way overboard.... I don't even know why I like him. I mean, he's not good-looking. I guess he's okay. Idk, when I'm around him, I wanted to be myself. Yes, I know... awkward. But WTF. I just want to get over him. I don't want this to go on. UGHHH. This is stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-764830124367496461?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/764830124367496461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-comes-without-cost-that-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/764830124367496461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/764830124367496461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-comes-without-cost-that-life-is.html' title='Nothing comes without a cost, that life is just a game we lost.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-4244096389791870466</id><published>2009-12-30T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:41:07.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My parents are 28% strict</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[ ] You have to make your bed every day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have to do chores.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have a time that I have to get off the phone and computer.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a bedtime. (thoguh i normally stay awake secretly)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to earn your money.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't have friends over unless your room is clean.(sometimes though)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can't have a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't be friends with someone unless your parents know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't go shopping by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your mom tells you what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to look for "good deals" on clothes, otherwise you can't buy it. (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get grounded for stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a time limit for the computer/video games/tv.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have to get along with your sibling(s) otherwise you get grounded.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have to share your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have to ask to go to a party/friends house in a few days advance.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can't go anywhere without a parent/adult. (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't stay home alone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're not allowed to have a tv/gaming system in your room.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't be on the computer without someone watching your every move.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't have a door in your bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents get mad if you don't want to do something simple that they ask.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't swim without an adult watching you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can't have a friend of the opposite sex over, unless they are family or a school project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by 4&lt;br /&gt;and title it: my parents are _ strict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28% ? NO SHIT, and I thought my parents are VERY strict. Well, gues I'm wrong :P&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/4371716799999743123-4244096389791870466?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4244096389791870466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-parents-are-28-strict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/4244096389791870466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/4244096389791870466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-parents-are-28-strict.html' title='My parents are 28% strict'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-4746633304807305672</id><published>2009-12-29T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T06:10:50.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have found her, now go and get herrrr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own blog, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 1. What is your name : Alya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 2. A four Letter Word : abed? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 3. A boy's Name : Abraham is sexyyy :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 4. A girl's Name : Amanda...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 5. An occupation : anesthesiologist :P WINNN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. A color : Amethyst (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 7. Something you'll wear : A.... arghh can't think of anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 9. A food : Ayam goreng? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 10. Something found in the bathroom : ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 11. A place : Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 12. A reason for being late : sheeshhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 13. Something you'd shout : ARGH. haha. no seriously, 'argh' is the answer :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 14. A movie title : A Walk To Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 15. Something you drink : Air hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 16. A musical group : All Time Low(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 17. An animal : Ayam yayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 18. A street name : ... ehhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 19. A type of car : A.... I fail at life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 20. The title of a song : A Little Bit Longer - Jonas Brothers.&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/4371716799999743123-4746633304807305672?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4746633304807305672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-have-found-her-now-go-and-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/4746633304807305672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/4746633304807305672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-have-found-her-now-go-and-get.html' title='You have found her, now go and get herrrr.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7807549592104957970</id><published>2009-12-26T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T06:58:14.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a sad songgg, and make it betterrr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"My name is Legion..... as we are maaaaaaaany." -__- Awkward. So yeah, I wanna marry a British dude. Seriously, accents = hot hot hot hot. I don't even know what to blog. So you see Perry The Platipus, once when I was younger... oh wait, you're not Perry. Sorry, my bad. What can I do with the fact that I love to watch Phineas &amp;amp; Ferb because it's awesome. Mainly, because of Ferb slash Thomas Sangster (pssst, he's British :P) but yeah it's awesome. And Dr. Doo-whatever-his-name-is-shmirtz is the shizzzz. I AM IN LOVE, oh.. wait. It's just a crush but whatever.. I'm pretty sure I'll get over him in 2 or 3 days. You'll see, you'll see :P Oh and the best part is that I don't have an imaginary boyfriend who looks like Nick J anymore. So that makes me closer to... the normal world? OH SHIZZNETT I just told you I had a boyfriend who looks like Nick J. PFT I know I'm THAT sad. Hahha.&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/4371716799999743123-7807549592104957970?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7807549592104957970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-sad-songgg-and-make-it-betterrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7807549592104957970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7807549592104957970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-sad-songgg-and-make-it-betterrr.html' title='Take a sad songgg, and make it betterrr.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7164632103653345173</id><published>2009-12-18T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:22:18.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal to paranormal (;</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/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SytXlcZOE-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vaL7GE_1XNE/s1600-h/ghyjk.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SytXlcZOE-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vaL7GE_1XNE/s400/ghyjk.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416519277631902690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SytXatgVIpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YihQW0NaSt0/s1600-h/agedh.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SytXatgVIpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YihQW0NaSt0/s400/agedh.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416519093246567058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Long story short; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Justin Bieber followed me on Twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Whoopdeedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spamming always work. Say yes to spamming, baby!&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/4371716799999743123-7164632103653345173?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7164632103653345173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/normal-to-paranormal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7164632103653345173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7164632103653345173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/normal-to-paranormal.html' title='Normal to paranormal (;'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SytXlcZOE-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vaL7GE_1XNE/s72-c/ghyjk.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-4377366063570020634</id><published>2009-12-16T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:26:47.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pools of sorrow, waves of joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, since everyone is doing like some kind of post of random facts about them, sooo I shall copy them, cause that's just how I roll :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; I quote songs and lines from movies a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt; I have a she-male cat, enough said (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt; I have millions of crushes but I've never been in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt; I was ashamed to admit that Imagine is my all time favourite song because it's an old song, but I'm no longer ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt; I love the Jonas Brothers. Long story short; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they changed my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#6&lt;/span&gt; I saved tons of money but then later spent it all at once. I'll be satisfied, then will regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#7&lt;/span&gt; I like almost everything there is to offer in the world, even the littlest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#8&lt;/span&gt; I'll get extremely annoyed when watching a romantic movie/scene because honestly, I think love is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#9&lt;/span&gt; I judge Love a lot but I still believe in true love &amp;amp; the One. And I know that true love waits, so I won't bother right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#10&lt;/span&gt; I talk a lot but I'm actually a quiet person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#11&lt;/span&gt; I don't get myself, I can't figure myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#12&lt;/span&gt; I think that I'm still young &amp;amp; still learning. I don't know a lot, so I won't act as if I do. I don't know what kind of person I am. I can't say I'm original, I can't say I'm fake because I don't know. I don't know what kind of music I like. I don't know what I want to be. I've only been in this world for 14 years, it's not that long. Even my Mom couldn't figure herself out, so why do all the teenagers act like they know EVERYTHING? Slightly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#13&lt;/span&gt; I'm Alya Az-Zahra and I love Nick Jonas and John Lennon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&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/4371716799999743123-4377366063570020634?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4377366063570020634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/facts-you-dont-know-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/4377366063570020634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/4377366063570020634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/facts-you-dont-know-about-me.html' title='Pools of sorrow, waves of joy.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-9007029497255924787</id><published>2009-12-14T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:24:46.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the lonely people, where do they all belong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pick 12 bands randomly;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;2. The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;3. Nick Jonas &amp;amp; The Administrations&lt;br /&gt;4. The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;5. Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;6. Kings Of Leon&lt;br /&gt;7. 30 Seconds To Mars&lt;br /&gt;8. My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;9. All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;10. Wolfmother&lt;br /&gt;11. Jonas Brothers :P&lt;br /&gt;12. The Beatles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did you hear about this band?:&lt;/b&gt; Disney Channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long have you been listening to them?:&lt;/b&gt; Actually listen LISTEN around 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name one band member:&lt;/b&gt; Nick Jonas (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long have they been around?:&lt;/b&gt; Since 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Write some random lyrics by this band.&lt;/b&gt; "Even if we're miles&amp;amp;miles apart, you're still holding all of my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Can you name each member of this band?: &lt;/b&gt;Paul McCartney, John Lennon, George Harrison, Ringo Starr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the first song you heard from them?: '&lt;/b&gt;Yesterday'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many guitar players does this band have?: &lt;/b&gt;Three, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of music do they play?: &lt;/b&gt;MY kind of music :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do any of your friends like this band?: &lt;/b&gt;TWITTER FRIENDS? Heck yeah! And Athirah&amp;amp; Afiqah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is this band mainstream or indie?: &lt;/b&gt;mainstream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are their lyrics usually about?: &lt;/b&gt;The one ones Nick can't write with Jb, I think? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many cds of theirs do you have?: &lt;/b&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever seen them live?: &lt;/b&gt;SOMEDAY BABY, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are they still together?: &lt;/b&gt;Heck yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any merchendise from this band?: &lt;/b&gt;No&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many full-length albums have they put out?: &lt;/b&gt;LOL. Three, I think? Not a BIG fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do you like this band?: &lt;/b&gt;Cause of the songsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are they an older or more modern band?: &lt;/b&gt;Modern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have they ever written a song you hate?:&lt;/b&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many members do they have?:&lt;/b&gt; 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What’s your favorite album of theirs?: &lt;/b&gt;iViva La Cobra&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the first song you heard from them?: &lt;/b&gt;City Is At War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do they have a logo?: &lt;/b&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name two members: &lt;/b&gt;Gabe Saporta, Victoria something lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Write some random lyrics by them.&lt;/b&gt; Lay where you're lying, don't make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many albums of theirs do you own?: &lt;/b&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is this band well-known?: &lt;/b&gt;yeaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long have you been listening to them?: &lt;/b&gt;early this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like their band name?: &lt;/b&gt;Yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you know anyone else who likes them?: &lt;/b&gt;Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have they kept the same lineup through their whole career?: &lt;/b&gt;Umm no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do they swear a lot?: &lt;/b&gt;I'm too good to notice :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do they have videos on MTV?: &lt;/b&gt;OBVIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name a band member: &lt;/b&gt;Jared Leto, yummy(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do you like this band?&lt;/b&gt;: I USED to like them, just don't what band to list. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are they better than, worse than, or equal to band #2?: &lt;/b&gt;BEATLES FORTHEWIN, no duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How old were you when you first got into them?: &lt;/b&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many band members are there?&lt;/b&gt;: 5, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you own any of their merchandise?: &lt;/b&gt;noo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are they closer to hard rock, or pop rock?&lt;/b&gt;: Pop rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Write some random lyrics.: &lt;/b&gt;He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How old is the lead singer?: &lt;/b&gt;20 something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are they still together?: &lt;/b&gt;Yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do they swear a lot?: &lt;/b&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What record label are they on?: &lt;/b&gt;I have nooo idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When did they first form?: &lt;/b&gt;Somewhere in Australia. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Was their latest album any good?: &lt;/b&gt;It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many members are there?: &lt;/b&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What’s something distinctive about them?: &lt;/b&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which of their cds has the best artwork?: &lt;/b&gt;Cosmic Egg, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was their best album : &lt;/b&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is the lead singer a guy or a chick?: &lt;/b&gt;Guy, duhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do they have any videos on Mtv?&lt;/b&gt;:YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of music do they play?: &lt;/b&gt;Pop rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How long have you liked this band?: &lt;/b&gt;since 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do you like this band?&lt;/b&gt;: Aamazing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you name each band member?: &lt;/b&gt;ishh, john, paul, george, ringo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do they still have their original lineup?:&lt;/b&gt; no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is it likely you’ll find their cds and merchandise at the mall?: &lt;/b&gt;Nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are they lyrically talented?: &lt;/b&gt;Heckyeah Lennon/McCartney forthewin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, name your favorite songs by each band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band 1: &lt;/b&gt;Inseparable, A Little Bit Longer, Black Keys, Please Be Mine, Hello Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band 2&lt;/b&gt;: A Day In The Life, Across The Universe, Yesterday, Hello Goodbye, Eleanor Rigby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band 3: &lt;/b&gt;Rose Garden &amp;amp; Who I Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band 4: &lt;/b&gt;Paper Chase, About A Girl, Rumored Nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band 5: &lt;/b&gt;Hot Mess, Guilty Pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band 6: &lt;/b&gt;Sex On Fire, The Bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band 7: &lt;/b&gt;UGH This is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band 8:  &lt;/b&gt;Disenchanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band 9: &lt;/b&gt;Sick Little Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band 10: &lt;/b&gt;Vagabond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band 11: &lt;/b&gt;All of their songs, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band 12: &lt;/b&gt;All of their songs too ahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-9007029497255924787?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9007029497255924787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/pick-12-bands-randomly-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/9007029497255924787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/9007029497255924787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/pick-12-bands-randomly-1.html' title='All the lonely people, where do they all belong?'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7269015999818886469</id><published>2009-12-13T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:02:48.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I read the news today, oh boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muahhahahha, I am evil. You'll see, you'll see &gt;:D No, I don't have an evil plan yet, I'm THINKING of HAVING an evil plan... Wait, does this means I'm not evil? Oh, nevermind.&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/4371716799999743123-7269015999818886469?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7269015999818886469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-read-news-today-oh-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7269015999818886469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7269015999818886469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-read-news-today-oh-boy.html' title='I read the news today, oh boy...'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-8425561925585688829</id><published>2009-12-10T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:49:51.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun is up, the sky is blue, it's beautiful and so are you(:</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/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SyEjYgJmvVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iW4UTIlZIaM/s1600-h/48557990.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SyEjYgJmvVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iW4UTIlZIaM/s400/48557990.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413647130930101586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madame Tussaud's, London 1996&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okayyyy, so. That old woman is... unfortunately, my mom c(: Hahha and that cute little kid who is staring into Ringo Starr's eyes is well, yours truly(: BAHAHA, and ohmaigosh, it's The Beatles :O I knowww, I know. It's just a freaking statue, but we all know John and George are dead, Paul is now a Sir, and Ringo is well... still Ringo. But you see, chances of meeting the lendgendary Beatles are extremely thin, and a person like me will NEVER meet them. I mean obviously, John &amp;amp; George are dead. How many times do I have to repeat that? Sheesh. Hahaha. So the closest thing to them are their wax statues, obviously! Found the picture earlier today. I had no idea, I have this picture. I was like OHMYGOSH! So yesss. It's a shame that I went there in 1996. If I went there in 08/09, I'll probably get to see JB's statues. That would be fucking awesome. Since I can't kiss the real JB, obviously. Berdosa (x So I'll kiss the statues. Nooo, I don't have a point but I have a brain. PFFFFT, Alya, stop being weird for once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ummm, I'm hearing noises. Okaaaay. Off to bed.&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/4371716799999743123-8425561925585688829?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8425561925585688829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/madame-tussauds-london-1996-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8425561925585688829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8425561925585688829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/madame-tussauds-london-1996-okay.html' title='The Sun is up, the sky is blue, it&apos;s beautiful and so are you(:'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SyEjYgJmvVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iW4UTIlZIaM/s72-c/48557990.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7323396980344911530</id><published>2009-12-08T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:51:23.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. John Lennon. 12/08/80</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/_FCf9TW2CL4o/Sx30qjxSI9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/suwKKNnicMA/s1600-h/Nowhere-Boy-john-lennon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/Sx30qjxSI9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/suwKKNnicMA/s400/Nowhere-Boy-john-lennon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412751339162837970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9 October 1940 &lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;(&lt;span class="bday"&gt;1940-10-09&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;- 8 December 1980&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, it has been 29 years since John Lennon died. Sad that some crazy dude killed him because a BOOK told him to. Crazy asshole. John Lennon's amazing songs will remain in our hearts and our iPods (; WOO, LENNON FTW. May he rest in peace. LOL. Get it? He wanted peace, he finally got it after he died. Bahaha. K fiiine, that's not funny. Soooo, John Lennon is amazing &amp;amp; extremely funnnnnnyy. ME LOVE LENNON. &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/4371716799999743123-7323396980344911530?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7323396980344911530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-john-lennon-120880.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7323396980344911530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7323396980344911530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-john-lennon-120880.html' title='R.I.P. John Lennon. 12/08/80'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/Sx30qjxSI9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/suwKKNnicMA/s72-c/Nowhere-Boy-john-lennon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-3650987362533669342</id><published>2009-11-27T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T06:49:27.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A loooooooser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yes, decided to blog. So, guess what? I'm in love with The Beatles, if you didn't realize but hey, I still love my boyssss, Jonas Brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/Sw-vs3amn-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/b1hh4RsOceo/s1600/A+Hard+Days+Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/Sw-vs3amn-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/b1hh4RsOceo/s200/A+Hard+Days+Night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408734862819893218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Basically, stole this picture from Athirah's blog because you knowwww, I'm a lazy ass. So yes, watched this movie, definitely one of my favourites now&lt;span class="bio"&gt;♥ All this time I thought they're serious, but I was wrong. Very wrong. They're sooo cheeky and funny. Especially &lt;/span&gt;Lennon. Yes people, the ledgendary John Lennon, who wrote songs about peace and got killed -.- John is my fav yo. And you know what? You'll definately see Jb in them. Pretty much why I love The Beatles even more! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BEATLES ARE ADORABLE!&lt;/span&gt; Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, played the game from 500 Days of Summer at Grandma's house just now. Bahahaha. EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Penis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Penis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Penis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Penis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Penis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious, I can't stop laughing.&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/4371716799999743123-3650987362533669342?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3650987362533669342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-loooooooser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3650987362533669342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3650987362533669342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-loooooooser.html' title='I&apos;m A loooooooser.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/Sw-vs3amn-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/b1hh4RsOceo/s72-c/A+Hard+Days+Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-4487388910615069682</id><published>2009-11-19T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:30:29.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumbang (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, I finally know what to blog about. It's pretty obvious that I don't know what to blog. So yeah. GUESS WHAT? I can't stop listening to The Beatles. All started when I was watching the Nowhere Boy trailer, I had goosebumps. Weirddd, then I decided to listen to Yesterday... I'm not so sure why c(: Then of all sudden, I have the sudden urge to download their albums. LOL. Can you believe that? It's like there's a ghost who is absolutely obsessed with The Beatles is possesing me. Weird, very weird indeed. But idk why but their music keeps me happy eventhough I don't get the lyrics. No seriously, the lyrics are like some 4 years old wrote them but there's inner meaning or something so I don't get it. But yeahhh. I'm in love with PAUL MCCARTNEYYY. HAHA, not really. I'm in love with the guy who starred as Paul McCartney in Nowhere Boy, Thomas Sangster. Haha, he's not that good looking but there's something about him. LOL. Yesss, I should stop. HAHAHA. So yeahhh, I want to hold your hand and I'm a loser. LOLOLOL. YAYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. So check out this 2 photos. These photos are from 1967-1970(The Blue Album).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SwUrEkwa6FI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7608JcCd47c/s1600/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SwUrEkwa6FI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7608JcCd47c/s200/front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405774285314386002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cover. *points above*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SwUrk3cDwbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nMk1YDLdEJ4/s1600/inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SwUrk3cDwbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nMk1YDLdEJ4/s200/inside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405774840085070258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is inside the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lol. So yeah, just look at the differences. They look so happy, clean and neat when they were young. And very happy. Did I said that already? Oh, I did. And very happy. Oops. And just look when they were old. Dull and.... dull? And messy, with a very weird beard(referring to John). Oh noo, John is going to haunt me, IN MY SLEEP! Arghhhh. Yesss, weird muchhh?&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/4371716799999743123-4487388910615069682?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4487388910615069682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/11/kumbang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/4487388910615069682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/4487388910615069682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/11/kumbang.html' title='Kumbang (;'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SwUrEkwa6FI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7608JcCd47c/s72-c/front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-5480988316381360586</id><published>2009-10-17T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:46:15.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOUNCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tH84sdcDPs8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tH84sdcDPs8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;OMGOSH. This video is so awesome. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-5480988316381360586?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5480988316381360586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/bounce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5480988316381360586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5480988316381360586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/bounce.html' title='BOUNCE!'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-3302882221344095398</id><published>2009-10-14T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:49:09.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life according to the Jonas Brothers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Using only song names from ONE ARTIST/GROUP, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 15 people you like and include me. You can’t use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It’s a lot harder than you think! Repost as “my life according to (band name)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your Artist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonas Brothers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a male or female:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out Of This World HAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paranoid :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hollywood BAHAHAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year 3000 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite form of transportation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fly With Me. YAYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Underdog! Sorry Afiqah. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your best friends are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inseparable :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the weather like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burnin' Up :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite time of day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tonight HEHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's Just The Way We Roll :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got Me Goin' Crazy, ummm. I guess? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm passing it to whoever that is reading this bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-3302882221344095398?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3302882221344095398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-life-according-to-jonas-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3302882221344095398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3302882221344095398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-life-according-to-jonas-brothers.html' title='My life according to the Jonas Brothers.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-794448571930582148</id><published>2009-10-13T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:50:11.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Insert happy-wappy face here* :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMGOSHHH, exam is over. That's right boys and ghouls(haha, JONAS :P). It's over. I feel so relieved as if I died so there's nothing else left to do. But dying won't do any good to me because I know I'll end up in hell. Oh well, I feel relieved as if I finished my phD(hahaha, perasan), or as if I just married someone or as if I just give birth to my first child or as if, .. pfft, fine. There's no end to this besides I died but like I mentioned earlier, it won't do any good to me. I don't know what I'm going to do because I'm just too happy. What should I do among all of these stuff from this list? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Run around screaming and jumping happily as if something good happened; or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Run around screaming and jumping happily as if I found my true love :) ; or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Run around screaming and jumping happily as if I'm going to LA; or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Run around screaming and jumping happily as if I got all As for PMR; or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Run around screaming and jumping happily as if I become a millionaire; or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Run around screaming and jumping happily as if I got myself an iPhone; or&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run around screaming and jumping happily as if I meet the Jonas Brothers!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you know? I think I'm going to choose number 5 because I'm going to save my energy when I ACTUALLY get an iPhone and when I actually meet the Jonas Brothers ;) Anything is possible if you just believe. So I believe I will get an iPhone and meet the Jonas Brothers. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo, here I go! *ran around screamed and jumped happily as if I become a millionaire!* WOOOOOO. Byebye. Hahhaa. And I finally get to watch JONAS The Tale Of The Haunted Firehouse and mannnn, i'ts hilarious! I laughed till I died laughing. OFCORPSE. Hahahhahah. Kbyeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I know this means that PMR coming soon but enjoy your life while you can. haha. apparently, I'm going to enjoy myself by stalking people on MySpace and Twitter but twitter is made for stalking, am I right? HAHA, OMGOSHHH. I need to stop. I swear this will be the last time I said BYE. SO BYEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-794448571930582148?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/794448571930582148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/insert-happy-wappy-face-here-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/794448571930582148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/794448571930582148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/insert-happy-wappy-face-here-d.html' title='*Insert happy-wappy face here* :D'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-6059250837034137302</id><published>2009-10-10T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:47:42.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'll even laugh about it someday, but not today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm supposed to study right now, but aren't my fishes the cutest fishes you've ever seen?! haha. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about, its on the right-side bar. haha, anyway. aren't they cute just like their owner? HAHA. OMGOSH, I'm turning into Nadhirah D: *stabs myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; But even if I fall in love again with someone new, it could never be the way I loved you, Nick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hhaahahahahha, omgoshhhh. nicknicknick. i love you. haha. pffft. i need to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMGODDDD two more days then exam is over. hahaaa, anyway. I watch My Sister's Keeper and I cried like a baby. No kid. It's like so sad and so good. Ugh, I should study now. Bye. I love Nick. Yayy. Ugh I need to stop.  Ohh, and I have so many songs to download. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Omgooooooooood. I need to stop being a.... idk, weirdo?&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/4371716799999743123-6059250837034137302?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6059250837034137302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/maybe-ill-even-laugh-about-it-someday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6059250837034137302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6059250837034137302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/maybe-ill-even-laugh-about-it-someday.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ll even laugh about it someday, but not today.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7159672211773762655</id><published>2009-10-09T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:41:03.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and erase, cause I’m gonna wipe that smile off your know-it-all face .</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;I was looking in the mirror, trying to find, a new reflection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna take the road, let's traveled down a different direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make some new mistakes, forget the ones I made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cry some tears of joy, dress more like a boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And come back as a blonde, try a different lipstick on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a blonde, will I get whatever I want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be ever so etincing, cake a lot of icing, never have to watch my weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah when I’m gone, I’m gonna come back as a blonde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so in love with this song. Haha. Can't stop listening to Kiss &amp;amp; Tell(the album). Ngahaha, I definitely love Naturally, The Way I Loved, As A Blonde, Stop And Erase and umm, so much more? Haha. Yay, I finally have the mood to update my extremely boring blog. SO YEAH MILEY DELETED HER TWITTER. One less person to stalk :( Okayyy, whatever. LOL. I am extremely against boys right now. UGH. They are rude and think that they're so hot. You can kiss my ass, a-hole. Yup, this will be the first and the last time I will  ever mention about boys. Besides the Jonases la. Pfffffft obviously. Kay kay bye. I hate boys but that doesn't make me a freaking lesbian, okayyy hah. Maybe my hormones are just plain weird. I know I'll get this when I'm older. PFFFFFT. I'm still young so I guess it's kinda cool that I just don't get boys. UGH, I must stop saying that..... word. GOD! Okay, so now I'm going to continue with my life where the only thing that matters is my future, sorta. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEEP MOVING FOWARD&lt;/span&gt;. woopdeddo. I'm going insane, and i don't have any good reason. Fine, blame the exam.&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/4371716799999743123-7159672211773762655?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7159672211773762655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-and-erase-cause-im-gonna-wipe-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7159672211773762655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7159672211773762655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-and-erase-cause-im-gonna-wipe-that.html' title='Stop and erase, cause I’m gonna wipe that smile off your know-it-all face .'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-1742074623978677632</id><published>2009-09-23T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T06:14:51.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's an underdog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eeek, raya? Hell is the only word that can describe this year's. Well, its not that bad actually, but I just love to exaggerate :P But duit raya banyak kot. YAYYYY. Haha, I love the fact everybody is getting richer, besides my parents lol. Well, whatever. haha. I'll probably just save the money because I have everything I need. My 'wants' can just go into the dustbin for a while. LOL. Whatever, the only stuffs that I really want right now are an iPhone and The Jonas Brothers :P Yup, that's it. So, I'll probably get an iPhone in 10 years and I'll never get a Jonas, that fershureeee. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and The Last Song is amazing. Kbye.&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/4371716799999743123-1742074623978677632?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1742074623978677632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/shes-underdog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1742074623978677632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1742074623978677632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/shes-underdog.html' title='She&apos;s an underdog.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-8903774102157474612</id><published>2009-09-17T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:09:03.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And when I turn 94, I think I'll miss you even more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lol. I know that I told Athirah that I don't like Joe's version of Give Love A Try but it's really getting into me. I'm in love with it! So, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've been listening to their old album lately. Yes, I miss the old them. Like a lot. But as a fan, you can't hate when they're popular and successful, even though it comes down to the fact that you'll never meet them. Well, what I'm saying is that you go around saying "o&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mgoshh. i hate it when *certain band/artist/'s name* is popular! i knew them looong time ago and now everybody is listening to them. blablablabla.&lt;/span&gt;" those kid of stuff, then you call yourself a fan. Pfft. If you're a fan, then you're supposed to be happy or proud because they made it. This is their dream. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So yes, I'm very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt; of my 3 favourite boyssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ughh, I get so caught up when I write something. Lol. Most of my blog posts are long. Pfft. OMGOSHHH. GarageBand is so addicting. I wrote some few retarded lyrics to go with those crappy songs I created on GarageBand. Haha. Its fun actually. It kills boredom. And talk about boredom, going back to kampung tomorrow :/ No wifi so i'll die. Omg, that rhymes. eek. I need a book to read while I'm there. *die die die*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kbye.&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/4371716799999743123-8903774102157474612?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8903774102157474612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-when-i-turn-94-i-think-ill-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8903774102157474612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8903774102157474612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-when-i-turn-94-i-think-ill-miss-you.html' title='And when I turn 94, I think I&apos;ll miss you even more.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-6485389458963403015</id><published>2009-09-16T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:32:34.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my very first love;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SrChTVbgreI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0viLfMKoFQk/s1600-h/per4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SrChTVbgreI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0viLfMKoFQk/s400/per4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381978908249861602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday, Nicholas :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are truly an inspiration, and even though we haven't met, I know you're an amazing guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's safe to say that I love you with all my heart :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm proud of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. That sounds cheesy but the hell, whatever.&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/4371716799999743123-6485389458963403015?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6485389458963403015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-17th-birthday-nicholas-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6485389458963403015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6485389458963403015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-17th-birthday-nicholas-you-are.html' title='To my very first love;'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SrChTVbgreI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0viLfMKoFQk/s72-c/per4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-6585113509276110472</id><published>2009-09-13T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:43:49.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you now? Cuz I'm thinking of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Skipped school today, I woke up late. lol. Not really, I usually wake up at 6 but today woke up at 6.48 and i was like why am i still in bed? Then i realised no one's awake so i was like wth and went back to sleep and woke up at 12. LMAO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I planned to go to Gurney yesterday but ended up in QB instead because there's too many people in Gurney which comes to no parking. Ugh. There's like gazillion of people in Qb. I swear I wanted to puke because there's many kind of smells everywhere. Apparently, Borders doesn't have The Last Song :( But I finally got the Nirvana tshirt I wanted. YAYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh oh, and screw Kanye for interupting Taylor's speech. Like total wtf. Taylor won Best Female Video for VMAs. While Taylor was saying her speech, Kanye grabbed the mic from her and said "Hey Taylor, I'm really happy for you, but Beyonce had one of the best videos of all time." Like wtf.  Taylor looked humiliated. I think Taylor deserved the award. Blablblabla. Later some time, Beyonce won Video Of Year and she gave Taylor another chance to say her speech. Yayyy for Beyonce. Woohoo. Kaybye.&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/4371716799999743123-6585113509276110472?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6585113509276110472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-are-you-now-cuz-im-thinking-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6585113509276110472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6585113509276110472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-are-you-now-cuz-im-thinking-of.html' title='Where are you now? Cuz I&apos;m thinking of you.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-38753901833392458</id><published>2009-09-11T08:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:42:14.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you close the book on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lalala, to be honest, as a Jonas Die-Hard fan, I'm supposed to listen to Honor Society but I didn't. WAITWAITWAIT, don't kill me yet, other Jonas fans. Soooo, I finally had the urge to actually listen to them. I mean like ACTUALLY listen. I listened before, obviously but like listen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; not listen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;. Get what I mean? Because I don't. Okay whatever :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I decided to download their new album, Fashionably Late and I lalalalooove it. My favourite is hehh, idk but I really like 'Where Are You Now? 'even though the song released like million years ago. Pfft. I'm pretty much dying because of too much Honor Rolling. YAYYYAYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To the ones who cared and who were there from the start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To the love that left and took a piece of my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To the few who'd swear 'I'd never go anywhere',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where are you now?&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/4371716799999743123-38753901833392458?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/38753901833392458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-you-close-book-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/38753901833392458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/38753901833392458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-you-close-book-on-me.html' title='Don&apos;t you close the book on me.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-542376833399581887</id><published>2009-09-06T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:35:05.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and i die, one day at a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's never the end, it's just a new chapter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Nicholas J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I keep feeling numb these days, for personal and lame reasons. Reality is a slap on the face and a punch on the stomach. But oh well. I think I'm going through mid-teenage-life crisis. aha. Wth. But then again, who knows if there is such thing. It's like I felt something, something that hurts so bad but I couldn't let it out. I couldn't cry and that my friend, sucks badly. You HAVE to let it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I'm going through the time when you want to give up on everything. I swear I WANTED to give up on my hopes and dreams around the last few days. I hate the fact that a part of me wants to grow up but the other part just want to stay as a dreamer. I just want to cry but I can't. I just can't let it out. I don't want to grow up, I just want to stay in my fantasy where everything's the way I wanted. But it doesn't work like that. You won't get everything you want. And well, everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the only thing that makes me feel like there's still hope is Nick's speeches. Seriously. Jonas fans would know what I'm talking about. Kaybye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-542376833399581887?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/542376833399581887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-die-one-day-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/542376833399581887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/542376833399581887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-die-one-day-at-time.html' title='and i die, one day at a time.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-1109976163525966908</id><published>2009-08-31T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:21:32.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School, shittttt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, school starts tomorrow. Eeek. I made like a 'to-do-list' for this month but that is....just lame. aha well, whatever. It doesn't matter. I decided not to come online too much. I'm going to study Form1 chapters for every subjects. I'm going to do more Math exercise. Read Geography and History again and again. Save money around 200ringgit++ and lastly, buy the Rolling Stones and Nirvana t-shirts whether Mom like it or not ;D Oh, and save more money for JB Concert Ticket even though they're not coming here YET. But you'll never know ;)&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/4371716799999743123-1109976163525966908?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1109976163525966908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-shittttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1109976163525966908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1109976163525966908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-shittttt.html' title='School, shittttt.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-365512991859582390</id><published>2009-08-30T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:21:11.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that's when i look at you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;okayyy, so. i seriously need to go to Queensbay. I wanna go to Forever21. Yesyesyes, I'm officially a shopaholic, but you can't blame me. Blame the people who designed those beautiful clothes. ahhhh *drooling*. Mom wants me to stop but hey, you can't change a girl's needs and condition. In my case, condition of being a shopaholic. Yes, I admit that I used my parents money but I'm saving some money right now which half I've used to buy necklaces which cost me a lot but too pretty to refuse. Sooo, right now I want this really cool Nirvana t-shirt which Maya Kibbel(Nick J's bestfriend) has, like the exact same but I also want this extremely cool Rolling Stones t-shirt too. Soooooo, yessss I'm in denial. Hahahahhahhaaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Okay whatever. Byebye.&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/4371716799999743123-365512991859582390?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/365512991859582390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-when-i-look-at-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/365512991859582390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/365512991859582390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-when-i-look-at-you.html' title='that&apos;s when i look at you.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-5998410253851192093</id><published>2009-08-26T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:05:33.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im pissed, thank you very much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sooooo, I decided to download Wizards Of Waverly Place The Movie and let me tell you, its taking years to finish. God! So yeah, right now is 2.51pm and it's still not finish even though I started yesterday around 7 pm. Amazing, righhhhht? 99MB more to go. Sheesh, then I need to download Miley's new EP, The Time Of Our Lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, if you have twitter make sure you follow @IamJoesCamera. Seriously, he/she/it is very hilarioussss. Read its tweets, freaking hilarious. The camera belongs to Joe Jonas and Joe lost it. He left the camera at Brazil. So the camera wants to go home. And the camera writes songs! Haha, amazing rightt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoever the person that made up @IamJoesCamera is amazing. Haha.&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/4371716799999743123-5998410253851192093?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5998410253851192093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-pissed-thank-you-very-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5998410253851192093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5998410253851192093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-pissed-thank-you-very-much.html' title='im pissed, thank you very much.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-2541185325004671561</id><published>2009-08-26T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:48:29.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fake fake fake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't believe you if you said you know who you are and other people dont, especially if you're fourteen. trust me, i'm pretty sure you don't. you're young, you don't know what you love, what you hate, what you need. well, yeah you may said you know all of this stuff but you're seem unsure, right? you'll say that you're in love but in a few years you'll say it was nothing and you were confused. you'll say that the people around you are your best friends, but in few years you ended up hating them. you said you want to be a doctor, but you decided to be a writer instead. why? because you don't know who you are. you haven't figure yourself out. you're only here for fourteen years, and you think you're old enough? well, think again. ughh, i don't even know why i'm talking about this shit. so, this 'i know who i am and you dont' bullshit is a piece of crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;anyway, i meant to talk about people who fake but i guess i just looooove to write and yeah, there you have it. wth. soooo, whats up? ;)&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/4371716799999743123-2541185325004671561?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2541185325004671561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/fake-fake-fake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/2541185325004671561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/2541185325004671561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/fake-fake-fake.html' title='fake fake fake.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-170849277773311333</id><published>2009-08-25T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:46:49.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit longer, and i'll be fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SpN2FiY9JZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DcqAOoNvJAw/s1600-h/normal_pr6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SpN2FiY9JZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DcqAOoNvJAw/s400/normal_pr6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373768617886033298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"we wear kinda tighter pants so...i didn't know i was this funny! i'm just being﻿ honest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;he's definitely my hero. obviously, his speech made me cry but it was very funny actually. i love how he's being serious but he's still funny. he's so well-spoken and mature for a 16year-old. now tell me, who can be as amazing as this guy right here? he looks good in everything(esp skinnies, screw indie ;D), he plays guitar, drum, piano and so on, he writes amazing songs. for example, black keys. can you believe a 16 year old wrote that song. the lyrics are just... beautiful. he's 'pure' ahahahahaha. omg, why am i talking dirty here? there's so much more about him. okay so, you might think i love him for his looks but you're wrong. okay, yeah i do love him because his HOTT :D aha but i love him, because of the reasons listed above :) he's just amazing. ahhhhh. i love him ;) i love the jonas brothers, aha. and i'm pretty sure you knew that already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joe was the guest judge for american idol yesterday, or today. yesterday? pfft. i'm confused with the time zone thingy. whatever. i just want to see ittttttttttt. ARGHHHHHHHHHH!&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/4371716799999743123-170849277773311333?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/170849277773311333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-bit-longer-and-ill-be-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/170849277773311333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/170849277773311333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-bit-longer-and-ill-be-fine.html' title='a little bit longer, and i&apos;ll be fine.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SpN2FiY9JZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DcqAOoNvJAw/s72-c/normal_pr6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7911058332994844714</id><published>2009-08-24T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:03:09.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every hello ends with a goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what do you do when you're bored? TELL ME! Because I am extremely bored that I might die. I did a major update on my iPod and I'm so proud. I have noooo idea why. Ughh, but there's still a few episode of JONAS that is already in MP4 that can't sync into my iPod. Bitchbitchbitch. Why of all sudden, Apple products seem to hate me, thak you very much. First iMac, now my freaking iPod. Sheesh. I have no idea what to say, write, blablablabla. I'm going to LA laterrrrrr. WOOHOOO. byebyeeee.&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/4371716799999743123-7911058332994844714?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7911058332994844714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-hello-ends-with-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7911058332994844714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7911058332994844714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-hello-ends-with-goodbye.html' title='Every hello ends with a goodbye.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-158652466198424820</id><published>2009-08-22T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:15:17.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JB Livechat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I stayed up till 2 in the morning for the live chat. Whiley staying up, I twitchated(lol) with the grawsome jonas fans on twitterrr. Then, I did absolutely nothing. Which is just staring on the screen. I was searching for PhotoFiltre that can be used on Mac. My laptop is being bitchy so I have to use iMac. Apparently you can't do anything on iMac! Goshhhh. Stupid Apple. So yeah, the webcast was lagging and stuck like crazy. And my wireless was being a bitch so I only get to see like the first 30minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nick did a cover on Catch Me. Ahhhhh, heaven :D Catch Me is like my favourite song from HWGA. Lol, so yeah. Nicholas is awesome. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Oh, and Joe did like sign language-ish while Nick's singing. Haha. Joe's awesome. Fineeee, the three of them are awesome! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-158652466198424820?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/158652466198424820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/jb-livechat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/158652466198424820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/158652466198424820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/jb-livechat.html' title='JB Livechat.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7994446823552515601</id><published>2009-08-21T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:49:09.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but i'll be there forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just realized that my blog is pretty much dead. I barely post my feelings like I used to. But then again, whatever. Lets just say, I'm sad. I have no idea why. I keep listening to old Jonas songs. Those days, where no one ever heard of them. I can still remember asking Afiza in std4 "awak kenal tak jonas brothers?" and obviously, the answer is no. I admit it, I wasn't obsessed with them back then, but I still think they're cute and Joe looked like Asian :P Haha, I'm talking about American Dragon. My first impression was "eeee cutenya!" aha. I will never forget. I guess, around 2007 I was diagnosed with OJD. HAHA. Listening to Please Be Mine right now. Ahh, good ol' days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have I told you that I'm supposed to move to NEW JERSEY back in 2005. Yes, New Jersey. The hometown of the very famous heartthrobs, Jonas Brothers. AND GUESS WHAT? I was the one that doesn't want to leave Malaysia. You wanna know why? Because I don't wanna leave my friends. AWW. WELL, WTH look where they are now. Haven't talk to them since ages. I guess, there's a few. Okay fine, around 5 that still talk to me, including Afiqah. I know, I was a stupid 10-year-old. Okay, so there are some other reasons that we didn't move. Like I have to go to International School later and stuff which is a problem because we're not rich. But even my Mom said that one of the main reason is 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:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I moved there, I'm pretty sure I'll meet them. I mean, I like them. I wasn't obsessed before but I do like them. I am so stupid. If not, I don't have to worry how to meet them. You know how hard to meet them now? Look how many fans they have! ARGH. I WOULD NEVER MEET THEM. I should have listen to my parents! I'm so stupid and I'm in tears right now. FRIENDS FOREVER? I don't think so. I know, I'm not supposed to blame them. Its my fault. Whatever. I guess everything happened for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WELL, THAT'S LONG SO YOU BETTER READ THEM :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/4371716799999743123-7994446823552515601?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7994446823552515601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-ill-be-there-forever_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7994446823552515601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7994446823552515601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-ill-be-there-forever_21.html' title='but i&apos;ll be there forever.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-5162798997118377991</id><published>2009-08-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:43:50.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMGGG.</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 skipped school today. PUASA ESOK. OMG, then raya. I'm like so freaking excited and giddy. Weeheee. Went to Gurney. Ate a lotttt. AHA. Okay, I'm like so bored. So I hate you 8D Have i told you I skipped school today? Oh yehhh, I did :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/4371716799999743123-5162798997118377991?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5162798997118377991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/zomggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5162798997118377991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5162798997118377991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/zomggg.html' title='ZOMGGG.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-8955298715403603065</id><published>2009-08-19T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T03:20:16.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf peopleeee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as i said earlier to Athirah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I MUST BE AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;goodbye.&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/4371716799999743123-8955298715403603065?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8955298715403603065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/wtf-peopleeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8955298715403603065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8955298715403603065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/wtf-peopleeee.html' title='wtf peopleeee.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-3656121149223561467</id><published>2009-08-17T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:24:09.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since the holiday is coming, I decided to do some major downloads. Haha. I watched all of the Jonas episodes so far, but just need to download some of them since I've downloaded the latest. I watched Princess Protection Program, but I just need to download the movie. I need to catch up on Sonny With A Chance. YouTube is being a bitch so I had no choice besides download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my to-download-list :D (I'll strike out the on I finished download) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonas Ep1, &lt;s&gt;Ep2&lt;/s&gt;, Ep3, Ep5, Ep6, &lt;s&gt;Ep13&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonny With A Chance Ep14, Ep 15, Ep 16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Re-download Paranoid Music Video.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fly With Me Music Video.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wizards Of Waverly Place The Movie (SOON- can't wait!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Princess Protection Program&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Nothing Personal - All Time Low&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Re-download Here We Go Again(Album) - Demi Lovato&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kiss And Tell(Album) - Selena Gomez &amp;amp; The Scene (SOON!! freaking excited for this one :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Falling Down - Selena Gomez &amp;amp; The Scene(August 21st!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not updating my blog until the downloads are finished, MAYBE. there's nothing to blog anyway :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-3656121149223561467?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3656121149223561467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3656121149223561467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3656121149223561467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-whatever.html' title='Okay, whatever.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-6516589648258709177</id><published>2009-08-16T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:11:09.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends.</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;Oh well, I'm catching on some homeworks but that does not matter because I seriously need to catch up on downloads. Haha. Okay, so I need to download JONAS episode 1,2,3,5 and 6. Heh, finished download TCA. woohoo. I keep watching it again and again :P So, yeah, I need to download Send It On music video :/ ARGH, OKAY, there's so much more to download. Hahah. Oh yesssss I'm retarded. GAH. byebye.&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/4371716799999743123-6516589648258709177?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6516589648258709177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6516589648258709177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6516589648258709177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekends.html' title='Weekends.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-759821818732803180</id><published>2009-08-10T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T05:03:19.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH.</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 fell on my butt today dot dot. it was nadiah's fault, really. she wanted to sit on athirah's but then athirah pushed her or something so she sat on me, and then the chair was like unstable so we both fell.  i was laughing too much i couldn't breathe. thank god i did not injured myself. nadiah did :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;haha. okay, i have no idea whats going on with my life. i'm too busy day-dreaming. pstt.&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/4371716799999743123-759821818732803180?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/759821818732803180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/759821818732803180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/759821818732803180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh.html' title='ARGH.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-4932587553425246568</id><published>2009-08-09T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T06:28:43.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions.</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 just realized that i am now, a shopaholic. oh yes. well, lets see. yesterday i went to gurney and bought a shirt and a sweater which both cost my mom a lot. and it was just last week i bought a shirt, a plaid and a pants. which cost my mom a lot, too. AND I STILL WANT MORE. i know, that's not cool. &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 used to be the one that hated shopping. everytime i followed my mom to shop, i'll be like 'LETS GO HOOOOME' or i'll go MPH, Borders, popular, what not. But now, i seriously can't help myself. I NEED A NEW SWEATER TO GO WITH THE SHIRT I BOUGHT LAST WEEK. arghh, you see? I just can't stop.&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/4371716799999743123-4932587553425246568?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4932587553425246568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/confessions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/4932587553425246568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/4932587553425246568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/confessions.html' title='confessions.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-1712509230836898511</id><published>2009-08-07T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T03:43:52.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If i had my way, we talk and talk all day.</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 shall not say anything about today. well, i keep listening to the old jonases songs. yeah, and guess what? I'LL CRY! I have no idea why. I guess I just miss the funny joe and the not-so-serious nick. kevin is the only one that did not change, even the music changed! I'm pretty sure when JONAS aired in Malaysia, millions of girls will like them. Last year, no one ever heard of them. After Camp Rock, they're like, idk... a trending topic or something? &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'm happy with a ll the success and all but this just made the chace for me to meet them lesser. Did you realise that? Yeah, whatever. I guess things just don't work out for me :/&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/4371716799999743123-1712509230836898511?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1712509230836898511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-had-my-way-we-talk-and-talk-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1712509230836898511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1712509230836898511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-had-my-way-we-talk-and-talk-all.html' title='If i had my way, we talk and talk all day.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-5355318718576891492</id><published>2009-08-04T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T03:16:39.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;i seriously can't remember what i want to post. blehh.&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/4371716799999743123-5355318718576891492?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5355318718576891492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5355318718576891492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5355318718576891492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-so.html' title='okay so.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-6238781987748690807</id><published>2009-08-02T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:08:11.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMM WOW BITCH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;JONAS BROTHERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if you don't like them, then why would you want to go to their concert. how stupid. IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THEM THEN WHY WOULD YOU EVEN BOTHER TO POST SOMETHING ABOUT THEM. wow, you're so clever in exams but you're so stupid in life. HAHA. wow, bitch. you're so dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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:verdana;"&gt;ZAC EFRON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he is hot but he pose for a magazine with a NAKED WOMAN! would the jonases do that? noo, of course not. because they're not dumb like this A-HOLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;maybe you should date him and pose naked sekali okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SKANDAR KEYNES.&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;athirah's right. we all got over him looooooong time ago. i feel sorry for you. AND HE'S A FREAKING ATHEIST. dude, he doesn't believe in god and would you want to date somebody like him? OFCOURSE, HE'S YOUR PRINCE. HAHA then you should start thinking about god, missy. he's not the one that will get you to heaven thank you very much. his stupid great great great grandfather created the stupid evolution that destroyed people's mind. skandar's just as stupid as charles darwin.&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/4371716799999743123-6238781987748690807?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6238781987748690807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/emm-wow-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6238781987748690807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6238781987748690807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/emm-wow-bitch.html' title='EMM WOW BITCH.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7116810743666623313</id><published>2009-08-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:32:54.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its too much quiet in here.</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;As you can see I changed my layout from a very nice diary-ish to a very ugly yet dull layout. I got over BlogSkins. But it doesn't really matter, does it? Its not about the layout, its about how you express yourself. People did not go to your blog to see your layout but to read your expressions and such. Okay fine, I won't actually read your blog if its boring and all but blahh whatever. GAH. Let see what happened. Okay, whatever. I fake a lot lately, don't me blame though. BLAME THEM. Okay fine. It's me. Does it really matter? I don't even think any of you care. Pshh.&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/4371716799999743123-7116810743666623313?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7116810743666623313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-too-much-quiet-in-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7116810743666623313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7116810743666623313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-too-much-quiet-in-here.html' title='Its too much quiet in here.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7429641335598944819</id><published>2009-07-25T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:21:51.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHHAHAHA.</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;"Who are you judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect- and I don't live to be. But before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAHA. So I read certain bitches 'about me' on MySpace &amp;amp; Friendster and they have like same thing as the quote above. I think you get what I'm saying. It's like, they're not quoting the quotes. They were making as if it is their quote. AND THEY SAID THEY'RE ORIGINAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAHAHAHA LOOOOOSSSSSSEEEEEEEERRRRRRR! I can't help laughing! LOSER! so much for your originality. YOU RIP OFF OTHER PEOPLE'S QUOTE AND YOU CLAIMED YOU'RE ORIGINAL? HAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;People are so retarded. nothing is original. i rip off certain people's but i don't claim to be original. LIKE YOU. YOU STOLE QUOTES FROM PHOTOBUCKET! AHAHAHAHHAHAH OMG WHATHEFUCK MAN? LOOOSERR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-7429641335598944819?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7429641335598944819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahahhahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7429641335598944819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7429641335598944819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahahhahaha.html' title='HAHAHHAHAHA.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-6336097840043883409</id><published>2009-07-13T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T06:21:24.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am legend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. today was weird i shall say. had a fight with afiqah :D like usual. so, athirah, nadhirah, nadiah and I are going to do the 'duit kut', if thats the name. so yeah, yay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm a legend. period. HAHA. kidding. i got a high mark for math topical test, for the chapter coordinates. and everyone was like what tuition do you go? this and that. it was weird and funny. and nadhirah was like 'she's the one!' and 'alya! you're a legend!' it was hilarous, at least i think it was. but it was like the first and maybe the last time i'll get a good mark for math. so, i guess its not a big deal. i'm just telling you this because NADHIRAH is making a big deal out of this. so yehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm thinking of starting a diary. i mean, i have a blog and stuff but there's like no privacy and such. righhht? so yeah, i'm going to start a diary and publish it when i died like my new hero Anne Frank. Athirah said so, she's not really my hero. I just feel sorry for her and for a 15 year old, she's very strong and tough and blablbalbalbalba.&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/4371716799999743123-6336097840043883409?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6336097840043883409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-legend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6336097840043883409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6336097840043883409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-legend.html' title='i am legend.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-2477501359595376496</id><published>2009-07-12T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:51:19.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa.</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;cant remember the last time i went on here. so nothing happened lately. i think. umm. whatever really. my life in my fantasy is pretty awesome. i don't anyone would be reading this. so yeah. whatever. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much a twitter addict, so i update what i did and stuff there. but like i said, no one would bother reading my blog. so it doesnt really matter? HA. riggggghhht?&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/4371716799999743123-2477501359595376496?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2477501359595376496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/2477501359595376496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/2477501359595376496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoa.html' title='whoa.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-5392918296357826162</id><published>2009-07-02T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:35:15.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! OMG :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I barely use my blog now, but I want to share a very happy news with everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&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-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;KEVIN JONAS IS GETTING MARRIED WITH DANIELLE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAGAGAGA. i'm like sooo happy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4371716799999743123-5392918296357826162?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5392918296357826162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-omg-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5392918296357826162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5392918296357826162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-omg-p.html' title='OMG! OMG :P'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-8728505749693752195</id><published>2009-06-23T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T04:48:24.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the black keys...</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;oh well, i've been really tired and i pretty much have no reasons. i hate school. literally. i can't wait for transformers. ugh. nothing awesome happened lately. Ohh, i know its late and all but afiqah gave me CAMP ROCK BLANKET THAT SHE BOUGHT FROM AUSTRALIA for my birthday which is like months ago :P Okay, okay. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh, and i finally found this thingy that's like Microsoft office but for Mac! Woohoo. Its OpenOffice. Yadayada. So my point is.... i think i have no point. OH, I KNOW. I can use iMac more often? LOL. Or I can force my dad to buy me a MacBook. Hehh. Great plan ehh. So all this time I didnt buy Macbook is because of there no Microsoft, do you know that? So now I found OPENOFFICE. YAY me. Oh wait, one more problem. I don't have any money. GODAMNIT. Goodbye.&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/4371716799999743123-8728505749693752195?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8728505749693752195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-black-keys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8728505749693752195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8728505749693752195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-black-keys.html' title='and the black keys...'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-2541379080136094587</id><published>2009-06-13T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:15:51.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE ME SOME POISON BABY! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;GIVE ME SOME POISON BABY! :D Very, very, very contagious. Not cool yo, not cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;GIVE ME SOME POISON BABY! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;School's tomorrow. *Freaked out &amp;amp; shoot myself!* Nick graduated. YAY? I can't stop listening to LVATT. Woo, I kinda like What Did I do To Your Heart. Wooohooo. In 3 days, LVATT songs are already on 25 Most Played in my iPod. Yeahhh. ARGHHHHH. SCHOOOLLLL! SHITTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&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/4371716799999743123-2541379080136094587?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2541379080136094587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-me-some-poison-baby-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/2541379080136094587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/2541379080136094587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-me-some-poison-baby-d.html' title='GIVE ME SOME POISON BABY! :D'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-5541667618584647176</id><published>2009-06-11T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:53:06.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm done with superstars and all the tears on her guitar.</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 published a half page post but decided to delete it because it was too honest. when i'm ready, i'll post it. maybe.&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/4371716799999743123-5541667618584647176?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5541667618584647176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-done-with-superstars-and-all-tears_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5541667618584647176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5541667618584647176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-done-with-superstars-and-all-tears_11.html' title='i&apos;m done with superstars and all the tears on her guitar.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-6094984505814638570</id><published>2009-06-10T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:30:27.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just got back from the doctor, he said i had a problem..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I REALIZED ITS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha. okay. whatever. went to qb with Deanna. Actually with Aimi, Aisha, Daniel and Ezqil but I didnt really talk to them. Buat tak kenal ja. HAHAHAAHAHA. except for Aimi la, obvsly. she my sister for god sake. haha. then we watched 17 Again. Blablabla. The day goes on. Blahh. boring. &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/4371716799999743123-6094984505814638570?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6094984505814638570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-got-back-from-doctor-he-said-i-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6094984505814638570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6094984505814638570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-got-back-from-doctor-he-said-i-had.html' title='just got back from the doctor, he said i had a problem..'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-2645661947949078822</id><published>2009-06-09T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:21:23.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see you on the finish line :)</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 would be lying if I said Turn Right is not my favourite song. Yeah, I love the song like so much. I have to say that I like LVATT the most of all the Jonas' album. My fav album used to be their self-titled album but LVATT is definitely tthe best. They've grown, agree? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, LVATT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh, anyways, sapa2 tau tak what the hell had happened to afiqah and athirah? Oh well, Afiqah messaged me on MySpace yesterday with all the CAPS, like the hell. Looks like she's having fun in Australia. Nvm, ATHIRAHHHH, where in the world are you? BLAHHHHH. You're missing lost of stuff. Hell. Go listen to Turn Right. And why didnt you text me back? HA? Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best dream ever last night. YAY me.&lt;br /&gt;Blahh, retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ohh, and Radio Disney schedule :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THURSDAY, 6/11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm PT - “World War III”&lt;br /&gt;4pm PT - “Black Keys”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm PT - “Much Better”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIDAY, 6/12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm PT - “Poison Ivy”&lt;br /&gt;4pm PT - “Don’t Speak”&lt;br /&gt;5pm PT - “Before The Storm”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SATURDAY, 6/13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm PT - “Turn Right”&lt;br /&gt;4pm PT - “What Did I Do To Your Heart”&lt;br /&gt;5pm PT - “Fly With Me”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY, 6/14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm PT - “Hey Baby”&lt;br /&gt;4pm PT - “Keep It Real”&lt;br /&gt;5pm PT - “Paranoid”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MONDAY, 6/15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm PT - Full Album Premiere&lt;br /&gt;Hosted by Jonas Brothers and Ernie D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I know, there's no Radio Disney but there's YOUTUBEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;LVATT! LVATT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I was wrong. Poison Ivy rocks just like Turn Right! Wooo, its awesome. I love the Jonas Brotherssssssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4371716799999743123-2645661947949078822?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2645661947949078822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/see-you-on-finish-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/2645661947949078822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/2645661947949078822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/see-you-on-finish-line.html' title='see you on the finish line :)'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-2363494453885883418</id><published>2009-06-08T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T03:32:20.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love...</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;Urban Outfitterssss! They had like the cutest clothes ever! But there's no Urban Outfitters here! The hell -.-' well, i think so. The clothes are like simple but okay, not cute but... idk the word but whatever. Its like the type of clothes I love. Its a wee bit Forever 21-ish but betterrrrr. Grrr. Maybe I'll shop online? As if my parents would let me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You should totally check out the accessories. They have like the most stylish sunglasses, way better than Forever 21. And the necklaces are so gorgeous. GODDAMMITTTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I soooo want them ohh and there's this ring like Maya Kibbel's(Nick J's bestfriend). and there's like more gorgeous necklaces. And I love the peace sign necklace. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whenever i land my feet on US, my first stop would be Urban Outfitters, no suprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah.&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/4371716799999743123-2363494453885883418?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2363494453885883418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/2363494453885883418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/2363494453885883418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love.html' title='i love...'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-3716848739261499139</id><published>2009-06-07T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:33:13.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing here but you don't see me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and oh, Radio Disney is going to play the whole LV&amp;amp;TT this Monday, as if there's Radio Disney here but hopefully there's a really really nice person that will record it and have it on youtube :D So far, whats your favourite song from the album yo? I like all of them, i guess. HAHA. Just wait till the full song, rightttt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;UGHH, and I'm so pissed off. Why do I have to miss every live chat JB had? Like the last one, 5th june i think? I had to go to Kedah. Blahh. And the last last one, I had to go to Ipoh and the last last last one, i fell asleep. Grr.&lt;/span&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/4371716799999743123-3716848739261499139?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3716848739261499139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/standing-here-but-you-dont-see-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3716848739261499139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3716848739261499139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/standing-here-but-you-dont-see-me.html' title='Standing here but you don&apos;t see me.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-8154840032154598841</id><published>2009-06-06T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:32:03.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone gets that itch, everyone hates that bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LINES, VINES AND TRYING TIMES! CANT WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;weeee. i love taylor swift &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"to me, fearless is not the absence of fear. it's not being completely unafraid. to me, fearless is having fears. fearless is having doubts. lots of them. to me, fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. fearless is falling madly in love again, even though you've been hurt before. fearless is walking into your freshman year of high school at fifteen. fearless is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again...even though every time you've tried before, you've lost. it's fearless to have faith that someday things will change. fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can't breathe without them. i think it's fearless to fall in love with your best friend, even though he's in love with someone else. and when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they'll never stop doing, i think it's fearless to stop believing them. it's fearless to say "you're NOT sorry", and walk away. i think loving someone despite what people think is fearless. i think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is fearless. letting go is fearless. then, moving on and being alright...that's fearless too. but no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. you have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever afters."-Taylor Swift.&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh, i'm gonna die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4371716799999743123-8154840032154598841?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8154840032154598841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyone-gets-that-itch-everyone-hates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8154840032154598841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8154840032154598841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/everyone-gets-that-itch-everyone-hates.html' title='everyone gets that itch, everyone hates that bitch.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-6992950819341693904</id><published>2009-06-03T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T04:20:22.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turn righttt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;okay, so i have this thing for not having the urge to actually care about what's happening around me and all. which kinda made me a bitch. so its holidays and i didnt even bother to actually text/call or whatever any of my friends. yeah, so i have no idea wth is going on with any of them. i've been wondering why, but now i know. simple, i'm stuck with my very own fantasy that feel so real which made me exactly like this. sorry, but i can't help it. i have imaginary friends. they're so awesome which made me feel very boring around my real friends and i don't even care about them. but there's actually few of my friends are in in my fantasy but whatev. call me a very bad friend, i dont care because i know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; uhh, me and my fantasy. its pretty awesome, fyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;went to queensbay with afiqah and my sis and her sis and some other people. yadayadayada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so lastly, i have two words;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BYE AFIQAH!&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/4371716799999743123-6992950819341693904?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6992950819341693904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-so-i-have-this-thing-for-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6992950819341693904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6992950819341693904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-so-i-have-this-thing-for-not.html' title='turn righttt.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-52136603493436999</id><published>2009-06-02T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T05:36:31.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ughh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;first, i like holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;second, i hate holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;why? on holidays, i dont have to wake up early and on holidays, people with --- --- ---- back ---- ----- stupid -------- ------! i'm in no mood to be too honest. like wth. i hate them. if i tell you further info, they might know that im talking about them, as if they read my blog. but you get my point. whatever, whenever they ---- ----, i'll be in a very bad mood and i have no idea why. whatever.&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/4371716799999743123-52136603493436999?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/52136603493436999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/ughh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/52136603493436999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/52136603493436999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/ughh.html' title='ughh.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-8771960799776685022</id><published>2009-05-28T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:53:09.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would see the world through your eyes.</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;today was okay, i guess. oh, im infected with H1N1, i think thats the name because Nadhirah is a pig. Pfft yeah. Long story short; we're retarded. I'm stressing over the baju kedah, goddammit. Skipping school tomorrow. Oh yeah. So heather went back from school early today so yeah, i was lonely, kinda. okay, im bored. goodbye.&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/4371716799999743123-8771960799776685022?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8771960799776685022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-would-see-world-through-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8771960799776685022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8771960799776685022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-would-see-world-through-your-eyes.html' title='I would see the world through your eyes.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7520616835469286014</id><published>2009-05-27T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:30:20.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its you and me right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i woke this morning and looked at myself on the mirror, i almost died.&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK TERRIBLE! not the terrible as in ugly but terrible, terrible!&lt;br /&gt;i thinks its because of the 'breakdown' yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe because i've been getting too much sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh god,  i look like a freaking living zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to mieza and athirah; lol. mieza, welcome to the family yo! and athirah, its not that bad dreaming terlebih. aku pun kdg2 berangan nick jd aku punya boyfriend. uhh, lol :D and miezaaaa, i hate cliques  too, goddammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and ooh, i didnt go to school because i couldnt wake up. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;people are stupid. i just hate when people act like they're all up-to-date but they're not. for example, LOVE STORY, for fuck sake the song was like last year and everybody started to know the song this year and well, some of them keep saying to me that i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ketinggalan zaman &lt;/span&gt;just because i dont sing along to the song. wth, arseholes. that song is like last year, and i moved on, bitch. there's like bunch of new songs from Taylor Swift and you idiots are still stuck with Love Story. pfft. So much for being up-to-date eh? ughh, wtf is wrong with me. i'm not saying i'm awesome or whatev but for god sake its just annoying. ARSEHOLES. and i couldnt stand fake JB fans. for example, this bitch. like wtf, first you like them, then you dont, then you like them. wtf, again. you're so fake. athirah would know who i'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-7520616835469286014?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7520616835469286014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-you-and-me-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7520616835469286014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7520616835469286014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-you-and-me-right-now.html' title='its you and me right now.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-3799641435492512907</id><published>2009-05-25T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:04:22.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its you and me, forever.</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;first of all, i'm dying right now. my parents aren't home and i'm supposed to babysit my retarded brother. help me. he's having a concert and the audiences are.. oh wait, there's no audience and my ears are full with melted brain. from 7 Things to Love Is On Its Way to Paranoid. Hasif, Hasif, what is wrong with you and he doesn't want to admit that he actually like jb. and for those who think that guys who likes JB are gay, for god sake my brother is FIVE, oh at least I think he is. Oh wait, he's fourrr and what's wrong for a guy to like JB? Answer me! arsehole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh well, i just can't stop listening to Fly With Me and I don't know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, did you know that Nick Jonas is my cousin and I'm related to Athirah and Nadiah since Athirah is Nick's cousin and Nadiah is Joe's cousin. Complicated? We're freak and retards? Who cares, kan athirah? We love to dream and someday, maybe, just maybe it might come true. who knows if Nick might fall in love with me. Ahhh. HAHA. kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;holidays coming soon. YAYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-3799641435492512907?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3799641435492512907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-you-and-me-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3799641435492512907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3799641435492512907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-you-and-me-forever.html' title='its you and me, forever.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-4026502182077216504</id><published>2009-05-23T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:28:33.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We're chasing stars to lose our shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So won't you fly with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;watched night at the museum 2 friday night. it was a nice movie. what made it hell lot better? THE JONAS BROTHERS. oh yeah, they made cute cherubs. I WANT TO HUG them. omg, the cutest thing ever. deanna and i screamed everytime when they're on the screen. and omg, nick's voice is like omg. and the end of the movie they had 'Fly With Me' it's an amazinggggg song. My favourite so far from LVTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PARANOID. The music video is awesome. The last part was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;FLYYYYYYYYYY WITH ME&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-4026502182077216504?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4026502182077216504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/fly-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/4026502182077216504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/4026502182077216504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/fly-with-me.html' title='Fly with me.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-5113361893564959148</id><published>2009-05-16T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:23:48.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>umm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to mieza &amp;amp; athirah; the burning up book is like nothing lahh :/ i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PARANOID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/4371716799999743123-5113361893564959148?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5113361893564959148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/umm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5113361893564959148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/5113361893564959148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/umm.html' title='umm.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-143433883297412589</id><published>2009-05-15T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:27:27.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO MIEZA:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;two words; i'm jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have nothing mcm diorg. well, my sis ada baju mickey mouse mcm joe -.-' BUT BUKAN AKU. HAHA. athirah has the same shoes, umm what else? WARGHHH HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;PARANOID VIDEO!&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAITTTTTTTTTTTT&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/4371716799999743123-143433883297412589?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/143433883297412589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-mieza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/143433883297412589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/143433883297412589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-mieza.html' title='TO MIEZA:'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-8762944062373780649</id><published>2009-05-15T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:24:26.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>argh. fuck you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;idk why but people just love getting on my nerves. i hate it. its like they'll say something offensive and they won't even bother to say sorry. here's something i would like to say&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this &lt;/span&gt;somebody. you're not  that pretty. you're not that awesome too. so stop acting like you're that great because you're not. i regret for having the thought that you're my best friend. pfft. stupid bitch, i hate you more than anything. you're like a total backstabber and i cant trust you at all. you told people my secrets. and its obvious much that you're a bloody bitch. fuck you. dont you know what secrets are? what if i tell the whole world your secrets. oh wait, I CAN. i could just post your bloody secrets here. but i won't. wanna know why? because i'm not like you. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nothing like you.&lt;/span&gt; i dont go around telling other people secrets. it would make me feel better but it wont make me any better than you. so i won't. you said you hate backstabbers, but you're a backstabber yourself. so you hate yourself ayy? but wait, you said you love yourself? i just don't get you. i hate you. arghh. do you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ugh, and i hate it when you make the ooohh-heyy-im-so-pretty-look-at-me face! get over yourself. blahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bitch.&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/4371716799999743123-8762944062373780649?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8762944062373780649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/argh-fuck-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8762944062373780649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8762944062373780649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/argh-fuck-you.html' title='argh. fuck you.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-1519201964604534338</id><published>2009-05-13T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:01:42.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my oh my.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he got cuter. no way. a guy i drooled over. years ago. in fact, he's younger than me. okay, i used to have this thing for younger guys. and then TOO old guys for example- Gerard Way 30ish, Milo Ventigmilia 30ish and then Jared Leto 38, same age as my mom. how cool is that? hahh. And now, normal i guess? For example, Kevin, Joe &amp;amp; Nick Jonas. The loves of my life :) Back to the topic. HAHA. Nevermind, I guess I don't really care about having boyfriends or stuff. I don't even have any BOY friends. no kidding. i prefer not. How fun they can be I still hate them. Hah, the only boys that i love, you would know it by now :) Yes, and they are the only boys I drooled over, I talk about, I wish, I dream, I hope about. And if you still have no idea, its the JONASSSSSS :D I'm too lazy to go on. BYE.&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/4371716799999743123-1519201964604534338?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1519201964604534338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1519201964604534338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/1519201964604534338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-oh-my.html' title='my oh my.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7433328426671547127</id><published>2009-05-12T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T03:08:24.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cockroach killers or R.E.T.A.R.D.S?</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;HAHA. choose! athirah and i go for R.E.T.A.R.D.S. somehow nadiah prefers cockroach killers. LIKE WTF much? if you're wondering what i'm talking about, im talking about my BAND with my pwn-some friends yo. HAHA. haven't ask Afiqah and Mieza yet which one they prefer. Oh well, if you're wondering who is in the band, here yahhh gooo;&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;Mieza; Lead Vocal &amp;amp; Lead Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nadiah; Vocals &amp;amp; Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Afiqah; Vocals &amp;amp; Tambourine(LOL, mcm joe plakk :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Athirah; Drummer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alya; MANAGER &amp;amp; Keyboardist! Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Heather sayang :D ; our number ONE FAN! back up dancer &amp;amp; groupie. oh, and our MC. cheh.&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;HAHA. SAYAAAAAAAAANG HEATHER. You give me happiness. HAHA. and yeah, we dont have a bassist but whatev.&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;SO CHOOOOOOOOSE! cockroach killers or R.E.T.A.R.D.S?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;: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/4371716799999743123-7433328426671547127?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7433328426671547127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/cockroach-killers-or-retards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7433328426671547127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7433328426671547127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/cockroach-killers-or-retards.html' title='cockroach killers or R.E.T.A.R.D.S?'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-19842329463601129</id><published>2009-05-11T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:08:13.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nadiah, athirah &amp; izzaty rugi!</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;HAHA. Shila from the Hannah Montana competition came to our school today! SGGS is the only school in Penang yg diorg pegi. Idk mana Mieza menghilang that time. HAHA. It was fun. The totally transformed the school hall jadi like.. WOWW. haha. mcm concert haha. it was funn. YAY. bye.&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/4371716799999743123-19842329463601129?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/19842329463601129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/nadiah-athirah-izzaty-rugi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/19842329463601129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/19842329463601129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/nadiah-athirah-izzaty-rugi.html' title='nadiah, athirah &amp; izzaty rugi!'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7000397593742754742</id><published>2009-05-09T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:50:57.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm freaking outttttt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;first, i can't stop listening to Paranoid. second, i still can't stop listening to Paranoid. I can't wait for L,V&amp;amp;TT.I need to study. Exam's in like.... 9 day? ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ughh, I can't find any nice layouts. dammit.&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/4371716799999743123-7000397593742754742?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7000397593742754742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-freaking-outttttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7000397593742754742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7000397593742754742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-freaking-outttttt.html' title='i&apos;m freaking outttttt.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7285557997295494254</id><published>2009-05-08T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:38:24.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That’s why my ex is still my ex.</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;haha. funny title huh? well, thats a line from my new favourite song, PARANOID! oh yeahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Might be paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I’m avoiding the lines cause they just might split&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;someone stop the noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I dont know what it is but it just don’t fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;consider me destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;i don’t know how to act because i lost my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;i must be paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;i never thought it would come to this&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;oh yeah, i like it. not my favourite from all of their songs but i still like it. the lyrics are kinda lame but the music is greaaat. its like 80's pop rock type of stuff. and wow, nick has grown. haha. the song is more to pop than rock. you should listen to it.&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;buhbye. watching jeepers creepers. (and this is for real, athirah :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt; bloody blogger. my layout was spoiled. i'll changed to a new one later.&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/4371716799999743123-7285557997295494254?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7285557997295494254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-why-my-ex-is-still-my-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7285557997295494254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7285557997295494254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-why-my-ex-is-still-my-ex.html' title='That’s why my ex is still my ex.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-8258833046870958221</id><published>2009-05-07T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T04:39:08.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haaa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;skipped school today because i am not ready for Chinese oral test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh yeahhh :D&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/4371716799999743123-8258833046870958221?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8258833046870958221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/haaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8258833046870958221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8258833046870958221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/haaa.html' title='haaa.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-892589421410146210</id><published>2009-05-06T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:28:19.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;turned 14 today! woot. woot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my friends surprised me on recess. they bought a cake. a jonas cake, to be exact. lol. i was like 'omg, omgg' HAHA. it was embarrassing because its was like so public. i kid you not, everybody was staring. haha. &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/4371716799999743123-892589421410146210?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/892589421410146210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/892589421410146210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/892589421410146210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/i.html' title='i...'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-724095643918708255</id><published>2009-05-05T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:27:51.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wtf athirah, you didnt tell me that they kissed at the end 0.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;THATS MY LUCAS!:D&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/4371716799999743123-724095643918708255?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/724095643918708255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/724095643918708255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/724095643918708255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/argh.html' title='ARGH.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-7789569070658608865</id><published>2009-05-02T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:56:49.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boreeeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDEyNzYxOTA*MjMmcHQ9MTI*MTI3NjE5ODk5NCZwPTg5MjExJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWY3NDllZTljMDEzZDRmMzI5MjI4MWUwNDM5NGYwZjEx.gif" /&gt;&lt;!START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="font-size:12px;font-family:Arial;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align:center;background-color:#bc007b;color:#fff;font-size:12px;font-family:Arial;font-weight:bold;border-top:3px solid #f000ba;border-bottom:5px solid #f000ba;padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S150073/shuffle_number_one.html" title="shuffle number one" style="color:#fff;"&gt;shuffle number one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/~fleshbonee" title="fleshbonee's Profile" style="color:#fff;"&gt;fleshbonee&lt;/a&gt; and taken 97 times on &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink Free Fun Surveys" style="color:#fff;"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #f000ba;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Who is your #1?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Kevin, Joe And Nick Jonas :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" valign="top" style="text-align:center;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border-bottom:2px solid #f000ba;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Put your ipod on shuffle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;When you think of him/her, the first thing that comes to mind is::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Revolusi. Umm. LOL? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;The last time you saw him/her you (felt)::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Gives You Hell. Tidakkkk :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;If you had to give him/her words of wisdom, you would say::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Miserable At Best. HAHA. WTH WEYH? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Your future with him/her can best be described as::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Stop And Stare. Tak dak harapan la tu :( &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Your love for number 1 is like::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Keep Holding On. OH YEAHHH :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;If you and number 1 were to spend a night alone, you'd most likely:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Rooftops. err? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;This describes exactly how they feel about you:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Speed Of Sounds. Umm WTH. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Your relationship with number 1 is often seen as:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Kung Fu Grip. HAHAHAHAHHA. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Number 1 is most likely to:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Haunted. LOL. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;He/she is most known for:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; American Boy. HAHA. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;If you could do anything with number 1, you would:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Pain. HAHA. gila. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;If you two lived together you'd probably often think::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Stranger. sumpah takkkkk. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;At a party, he/she would most likely be:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Baba O Riley. ahahaha. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;If you were trapt on an island with just this person, you would:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Farhana. HAHAHA. WTF. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;If you were ever really sad, number 1 would try to help by:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Your Guardian Angel. Awww :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Every time he/she sees you, he/she thinks::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Suratan Atau Kebetulan. ehhh? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Your honest opinion about him/her is that:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Leavin'   WHATTTTT? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Number 1 loves this more than anything::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Cancer. LOL. diabetese would make a better answer :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Their kids will be very:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; dont speak. AHHAHAHA &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;You secretly want to tel to him/her:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; ku tlah jatuh cinta. BTULLLLLLLLLLLLLL. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;At a sleepover, number 1 is most likely to bring:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; kasihnya laila. HAHAHAHAHAH. wtf. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Their favorite thing to eat is:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; i dont care. oh wait, I DO CARE! :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Their sex is best described as:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Touch My Body. EWWWW. WTF. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;If you were to kiss this person, you would think::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Long Road To Ruin. Ummm? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;A secret fetish of this person is:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Shake It. LOL? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Everytime you touch them, he/she thinks/feels::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Collide. Gila? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Their life is best described as:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Last Minute. HAHHAHA &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;He/she is nothing like:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Savior. GILA KA APA? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;If they asked you for advice, you would tell him/her::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; 4 in the morning. lol. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;The last time you saw this person you wanted to:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; happy ending. aww :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Right now, she/he is:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; the end. ehhh? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Everytime you two hangout, other people start thinking:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; gotta find you? HUHHH? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;A personal goal for this person would be to:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; Doa Taubat. LOL. betul kot. :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;He/she sings this song in the shower every morning::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; pocketful of sunshine :D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;The worst thing about number 1 is:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; action. HOHOHO. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;Their ideal love could most likely be described as:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; lost in love. HAHA. padan muka kau. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="width:50%;text-align:left;background-color:#fae0f5;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;border:1px solid #f000ba;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;"&gt;If given super powers, the first thing they would do is:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fca6e9;color:#000;padding:0px 2px;text-align:left;"&gt; lips of an angel. LOL. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align:center;background-color:#bc007b;color:#fff;font-size:12px;font-family:Arial;font-weight:bold;border-top:4px solid #f000ba;border-bottom:3px solid #f000ba;padding: 5px;font-size:11px;"&gt;You've been totally &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Bzoink" style="color:#fff;"&gt;Bzoink*d&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S150073/shuffle_number_one.html" title="shuffle number one" style="color:#fff;"&gt;Take This Survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys/search.php" title="Search Surveys" style="color:#fff;"&gt;Search Surveys&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys/create.php" title="Create a Survey" style="color:#fff;"&gt;Create a Survey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bzoink.com/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;!END BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-7789569070658608865?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7789569070658608865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/boreeeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7789569070658608865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/7789569070658608865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/boreeeed.html' title='boreeeed.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-6573621040744267303</id><published>2009-05-01T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:25:07.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say what whatttt.</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 watched X-MEN Origins: Wolverine just now. It was great. I don't like the ending though. So now I get who is Logan. yadayada. Will.I.Am is so hooooot. I had a celebrity crush on him since BEP. lol. ewww. Ryan Renolds is hottt. This is for real :D I still don't like what happened to him in the end. Hehhh. It was a good movie. &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;bye :D&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/4371716799999743123-6573621040744267303?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6573621040744267303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-what-whatttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6573621040744267303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/6573621040744267303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-what-whatttt.html' title='say what whatttt.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-3538024473003776904</id><published>2009-04-30T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:19:11.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>allow me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;to express my bloody feelings. first, i hate you. second, i still hate you. bitch. go to hell. you're not that awesome. your not that pretty neither hot nor beautiful. what makes you think you're better than everyone else? you're not, bitch &amp;amp; i'm not that stupid as you think ohkay? and stop talking bad about other people. you have no right because you're a nobody so go to hell. knowing lots of oh-so-cute guys does not make you any better than me. i don't bloody care about guys, bitch. your head is so full with boys and you dont even care about god. babi. you and your boyfriend made me wanna puke. i kid you not. JUST BECAUSE LUCK IS NOT ON YOUR SIDE, IT DOESNT MAKE US THE VILLIANS. babi babi babi. don't act all cool, you're not. so deal with it. you're a sick person. same goes to you and your bitchy bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babi, kau igt kau tu bagus sgt la. kau igt kau tu cun satu dunia nak kat kau. setakat laki muka mcm pencuci longkang mcm kau punya boyfriend tu pun bleh ska kat aku. aku tau kau benci aku. same here. aku lagi benci kau. perangai macam paria. just because otak kau terlebih mature, igt kau tu bgs sgt la. YES, kau la perempuan paling cun kat dunia ni. satu universe nak kat kau. pergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're so cheap, bitch. you know, if you dont act like this, i won't even bother because i really dont care. buttttt, you pissed me off bitch. you're not THAT awesome. kau igt kau la betul. kalau kau betul sangat awat results mcm paria. bodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT SAYING I'M AWESOME OR CLEVER OR WHATEVER. but its you. try to think about it. yeah. you. fyi; this person is not from gmc, sooooo gmc jgn duk terasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-3538024473003776904?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3538024473003776904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/allow-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3538024473003776904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3538024473003776904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/allow-me.html' title='allow me...'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-3655983301398957530</id><published>2009-04-30T02:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:51:00.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my current favourite soooong :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Showed up&lt;br /&gt;At my door&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;br /&gt;Might sound cheesy&lt;br /&gt;But i wanted her to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;With the pizza girl&lt;br /&gt;Now i eat pizza&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;With the pizza girl&lt;br /&gt;Now i eat pizza&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Was stuck&lt;br /&gt;In a box&lt;br /&gt;For so long&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;That the pizza girl&lt;br /&gt;Shes the one for me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;With the pizza girl&lt;br /&gt;Now i eat pizza&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love&lt;br /&gt;With the pizza girl&lt;br /&gt;Now i eat pizza&lt;br /&gt;Now i eat pizza&lt;br /&gt;Now i eat pizza&lt;br /&gt;Every day&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oyeahhhhhh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &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/4371716799999743123-3655983301398957530?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3655983301398957530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-current-favourite-soooong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3655983301398957530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3655983301398957530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-current-favourite-soooong.html' title='my current favourite soooong :)'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-3926532575522273242</id><published>2009-04-28T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:36:25.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dear homeworks and studies,  you spin my head right round right now.&lt;br /&gt;oh waittt, does it make any sense? guess not. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate school, exams, homeworks and what else? pretty much everything in the world beside jonases :) and my family and my friends. oh well. im speechless because im eating. hahaa. byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL, I LOVE THE JONAS BROTHERS.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i want to do a dedication for them. i guess eating can wait. umm lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, 'jonas' is something a must for me to say in every conversation. i live for jonas. besides god, duh. i've known them since 2005. american dragon. oh yeahh. joe looked like asian. awkward. but they were cute. i was asking my friends at school have they heard of them, the answer is no, obvs. then, yadayada i was too busy addicted to MCR. HAHA, i know. from emo to err no idea. back to the story, haha i guess it was late 2007 i started to like them. like obsessed, addicted, in love, and you know the story. OJD. haha. lol. so yeah, i love them more than anything. so yeah, last year my fav jonas was joe. this year is nick and next year will be kevin :D haha. they are the reason im still breathing. they made me smile. the goofiest guys i have ever known. how much they loooove music and their fans. bukan mcm bunkface! kekwat. grrrr. hahaha. okay, maybe joseph sudah berubah tapi kita masih ada nicholas dgn kevin. tak begitu? :D im hungry. byebye.&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/4371716799999743123-3926532575522273242?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3926532575522273242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/you_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3926532575522273242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/3926532575522273242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/you_28.html' title='you....'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-502548386903170130</id><published>2009-04-27T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T04:12:53.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Taylor Swift said that she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and Jonas Brothers' new single is from the album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lines, Vines &amp;amp; Trying Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Paranoid'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Revenge or else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh yeahhhh :D&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/4371716799999743123-502548386903170130?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/502548386903170130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-well_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/502548386903170130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/502548386903170130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-well_27.html' title='oh well.'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4371716799999743123.post-8136309542054871771</id><published>2009-04-25T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:02:42.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;lost my pola. im doomed.&lt;br /&gt;im dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4371716799999743123-8136309542054871771?l=feelthesorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8136309542054871771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8136309542054871771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4371716799999743123/posts/default/8136309542054871771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelthesorrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/i.html' title='i...'/><author><name>Alya Azman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16140302463051401961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FCf9TW2CL4o/SnRl0xVFtMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pd8quilMq5I/S220/Photo+497.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
