<?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-7403595304166527157</id><updated>2011-07-31T13:37:30.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>azzilasuzette</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>azzila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790320044628151335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjPtyUOBxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zuv4U3Cij5s/S220/Azzila+Suzette+9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403595304166527157.post-2053911712898019294</id><published>2010-08-02T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:22:49.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! This is too much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm confused. so many things happened to me now. i'm on too much pressure now. help me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;especially u my dear one. I've been so patient with u lately. I'm a person too &amp;amp; i have my own limit. stop  doing that to me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I AM REALLY SAD NOW!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403595304166527157-2053911712898019294?l=azzilasuzette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/feeds/2053911712898019294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2010/08/help-this-is-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/2053911712898019294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/2053911712898019294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2010/08/help-this-is-too-much.html' title='Help! This is too much!'/><author><name>azzila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790320044628151335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjPtyUOBxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zuv4U3Cij5s/S220/Azzila+Suzette+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403595304166527157.post-2552092837458475553</id><published>2010-06-29T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T02:33:13.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjqyWWV1qI/AAAAAAAAADo/oWKSuzdTeb4/s1600/36088_401288113459_543753459_4342694_3067485_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjqyWWV1qI/AAAAAAAAADo/oWKSuzdTeb4/s320/36088_401288113459_543753459_4342694_3067485_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487894296664594082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I met u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;U said lalalaa, I was annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ankle sprained : put some ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HEART MELTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lets's shop for grocery, kiss on the forehead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I love u.&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/7403595304166527157-2552092837458475553?l=azzilasuzette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/feeds/2552092837458475553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-met-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/2552092837458475553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/2552092837458475553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-met-u.html' title='The story begin'/><author><name>azzila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790320044628151335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjPtyUOBxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zuv4U3Cij5s/S220/Azzila+Suzette+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjqyWWV1qI/AAAAAAAAADo/oWKSuzdTeb4/s72-c/36088_401288113459_543753459_4342694_3067485_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403595304166527157.post-6480164397854981655</id><published>2010-06-29T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:29:19.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Its been a while since I've updated my blog. Life is pretty much fun in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lendu&lt;/span&gt; for my 1st semester. At first i didn't think that i would survive there since the majority community are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Malays&lt;/span&gt;. Not that I hate them. It just that I can't blend with them since what happened in my high school. they are such a BIG ASS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HYPOCRITES&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;But I was wrong, those friends that I met are much more sincere than those that I've been friend with in my high school. I heart them, they change me in some ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Thanx Mia, Iqa, Nini, Kak Is &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&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/7403595304166527157-6480164397854981655?l=azzilasuzette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/feeds/6480164397854981655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-while-since-ive-updated-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/6480164397854981655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/6480164397854981655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-while-since-ive-updated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>azzila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790320044628151335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjPtyUOBxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zuv4U3Cij5s/S220/Azzila+Suzette+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403595304166527157.post-2869066989341977904</id><published>2010-01-04T12:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:50:20.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UITM ALOR GAJAH MALACCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;UITM ALOR GAJAH MALACCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My registration went well, it only took me about an hour to take my room &amp;amp; unpacked some of my stuffs. Then I went out with my parents to get a key for my closet. Came back to hostel before 4 pm since they want us to be at dewan to start with our MMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MMS week was really sucks! No words can describe how sucks it is. God knows! The 1st day was still ok. It just that there's this 1 girl who went hysteria out of the blue. I was soo scared to go to bed that night but I still manage to not think so much about it. Plus my whole level slept in my room since there's only 5 of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The 2nd day was HELLISH! We walked over 10km. Went up &amp;amp; down for registration. I was soo tired till I fell asleep when I was queue-ing to register! haha. My course mate make hell of a joke about me sleeping while waiting for my turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had alot of talks about uitm. But most of the time I slept during the talk! haha. Damn tiring. Just imagine we sleep about 2 hours only everynight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day before closing ceremony of MMS week, we all had to rehearse for the closing ceremony. As in stand up &amp;amp; sit down without any single noise. Sing out loud UITM'S songs. The PMs that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was so annoying &amp;amp; evilish! There's one point where 1 of the senior PM asked whoever didn't bring the programme book to stand up! Then he said " Aku nak huru -harakan dewan ni jap malam ni. Aku nak yang x bawak buku sme duduk kat 2 barisan depan, yang ade buku pegi duduk kat tempat kosong dieorg". Well I was one of those that didn't bring. I was pissed with them coz they're making such a big fuss about it. Then they asked us to sing the songs over &amp;amp; over again till it perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a while, I saw alot of people running outside the hall. They were running here &amp;amp; there. Plus there's alot of shouting &amp;amp; screaming. As if they went hysterical. But then I just ignore it since I was so tired to think about that stupid thing. All of a sudden, there's this girl inside the hall vomited non-stop like nobody bussiness. I tought she was sick. The PMs took her out of the hall. Then another girl collapse! Then another girl! Then suddenly there's this girl screaming &amp;amp; its spread like a bullet train. 1 girl after another. I was so scared till I cried. Then abang Schah came to me, hug me &amp;amp; bring me outside. They helped me recited ayat kursi. So that nothing will happen to me &amp;amp; nothing will disturb me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was sitting outside the hall. I saw alot of people, 1 by 1 was dragged outside from the hall coz they all went hysterical. Shit! Im scared! Then they asked the boys to went back to their hostel. Followed by the girls. But when the girls was walking back. Again 1 by 1 went hysterical on our way to surau. At surau they asked us to take wuduk &amp;amp; we all recited surah yasin together. The pengarah asked all of us to head back to our hostel coz we needed rest badly since tomorrow is the closing ceremony. We went back &amp;amp; the whole block of Dang Anum slept in only 2 rooms. Which is near to our block president! Incase anything happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We slept at about 3 a.m. then they said we need to gather at the same time (4.50 a.m). We slet for about less than an hour. Then we get ready to gather at the badminton court as usual. When we reached there, no one was there! So I asked one of my friend to call our block president. Then she said today gather at 7 a.m! wtf?? stupid gle weyh! Then I decided to go back to my room &amp;amp; sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The closing ceremony went very well. That night was a new year's eve. Me &amp;amp; my level mate went to suaru to recite surah yasin for new year since its also a friday night. After the recite we all went back to our room. Hang out for a while. Then I fell asleep. I was so exhausted. I think I slept before 10 or something like that. My whole block slept before new year. Slept at 31st dec 2009, woke up on 1st jan 2010. Awesomeness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went back on the 1st of jan 2010. My uncle fetch me from uitm &amp;amp; send me to Melaka Sentral. There I took a bus went back to subang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOME SWEET HOME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I reached home, I watched Mr. Bean Holiday then I went to bed. I woke up quite early the next morning thanx to my mom! Afternoon I slept back till 6 in the evening. I got up then went to OU. Treat them Kenny Rogers from my salary money. Then shopping for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2nd Jan, came back to UITM malacca. Before that I went to my grandpa's hse at ayer keroh then I went to klebang to have a coconut milkshake!! I forgotten to bring keys to my closet. Which I need to asked for help from my sis's friend, kak farah. When I camre back to uitm no one's in my room. Except seniors! huhu. Scared. Then I called akmal ask him to come out. Went to faculty to check classes. Then we called ammar &amp;amp; ikhwan. We went to kfc &amp;amp; eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3rd Jan, my 1st day of class. But my class only starting at 4.30 pm. sucks. I'm waiting since morning. Plus waiting for my keys too. Hopefully today's goin well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403595304166527157-2869066989341977904?l=azzilasuzette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/feeds/2869066989341977904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2010/01/uitm-alor-gajah-malacca-my-registration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/2869066989341977904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/2869066989341977904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2010/01/uitm-alor-gajah-malacca-my-registration.html' title='UITM ALOR GAJAH MALACCA'/><author><name>azzila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790320044628151335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjPtyUOBxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zuv4U3Cij5s/S220/Azzila+Suzette+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403595304166527157.post-8614503817892875045</id><published>2009-12-25T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:20:49.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;i didn't blog for so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;well, loads of thing happened this past few weeks. reason why i didn't blog lately cz of too busy working. i worked at cafe baskin robbin at sunway pyramid for about a month there. but i did help my sis sometimes at the outlet. i got about 1k plus i think. its worth the job. :D i'm glad i did took the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my 1st few days, i totally regret working at baskin since i got alot of bruises, cuts, and not to mention super massive TIREDNESS. i had a fever for about a week, lost my voice and even low blood pressure! awesomeness! but it was a great experience overall! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i resign from baskin. i went to cameron highland with both my sis &amp;amp; my sis's bf, amri. it was a one day trip. but hell i eat like nobody bussiness. my tummy full of strawberry! i bought foods at almost every stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2mr i'm leaving to malacca since my intake is on sunday at 8 a.m to be precise! i went for an outing with siti, anis, emmy, kent &amp;amp; jun yang today. it was great. i gave siti, anis &amp;amp; emmy d cactus that i bought from cameron highland. i manage to watch sherlocks holmes thanx to james &amp;amp; his brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/div&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/7403595304166527157-8614503817892875045?l=azzilasuzette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/feeds/8614503817892875045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-didnt-blog-for-so-long-well-loads-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/8614503817892875045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/8614503817892875045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-didnt-blog-for-so-long-well-loads-of.html' title=''/><author><name>azzila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790320044628151335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjPtyUOBxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zuv4U3Cij5s/S220/Azzila+Suzette+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403595304166527157.post-5166033157281949549</id><published>2009-11-25T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:24:30.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>works!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3 days of working&lt;br /&gt;a cut on my finger&lt;br /&gt;a bruise on my thigh&lt;br /&gt;3 friends visit&lt;br /&gt;a bump with my long lost ex&lt;br /&gt;a dollar left on my purse&lt;br /&gt;sad =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&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/7403595304166527157-5166033157281949549?l=azzilasuzette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/feeds/5166033157281949549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-days-of-working-cut-on-my-finger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/5166033157281949549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/5166033157281949549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-days-of-working-cut-on-my-finger.html' title='works!'/><author><name>azzila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790320044628151335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjPtyUOBxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zuv4U3Cij5s/S220/Azzila+Suzette+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403595304166527157.post-2899556106013071309</id><published>2009-11-20T15:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:24:24.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Day in SMK SEAFIELD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't really know if I should be sad or happy to be frank. I had a great time in Seafield. I really love all my friends in Form 6. Especially my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MYC &amp;amp; 6G's &lt;/span&gt;friends. They are the bomb! I'm not gonna spend time with them anymore after this. I don't wanna leave them. But this is my dream that I'm talking about. I've always wanted to be a journalist. I worked so hard to get into mass comm &amp;amp; work my ass out for the interview. I got accepted last monday but now I don't feel like goin. Seriously I don't wanna leave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time during my 5 days in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MYC&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the lower sixes became closer since then. Me, Emmy, Siti, Gladys, Kristin. Jun Yang, Kent Yong, Ivy, Jacqueline. Then when we came back to sch. We had a week of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;fund raising sales&lt;/span&gt;. Then I became close to Kevin &amp;amp; Anis. After that we worked in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5R and Kerja Amal&lt;/span&gt;. I became close to Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its closer to prom night. Most of us work together &amp;amp; became even closer. Especially Me, Siti, Emmy, Anis, Sean, Kirsten, Mirshal, Wai Theng, Nicole, Jin Ji, Jun Yang, Jacqueline, Ivy, Gladys &amp;amp; Kristin. Few days before prom night I was so pissed with Sean. He has been working for our opening sketch for the prom night. He has been tasked for about at least a month before that. But till that moment he still haven't done a thing. We still didn't get our lines. On the prom day, at 4 p.m. we still haven't even rehearse our sketch. It really sucks. He came at around 3p.m. &amp;amp; went to Starbucks summit just to download song!! WTH right? I went up &amp;amp; down few times to call everyone to get ready for our sketch &amp;amp; try to rehearse it full but they still taking their own sweet time. I was so pissed but I still control my temper. I don't wanna spoil that evening. After we finished the sketch I was so relieve. The headache part is over. Just right after I got off the stage Kristin came &amp;amp; told me that she's done with the voting. I was shocked with that statement &amp;amp; asked her what does she meant by that? Then she said she's done with the voting for prom king &amp;amp; queen. I couldn't control my temper at that moment. I scolded her &amp;amp; shouted vulgar words at her. Everyone at the backstage was shocked. Then I just rushed back to the changing room &amp;amp; change. Went to the receptionist &amp;amp; redo the mistake. After they crowned the prom queen I was so relieve &amp;amp; happy. At last my job is done. I aplogized to Kristin for shouting at her. Then all of us dance like nobody bussiness on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prom we struggled for our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;final exam&lt;/span&gt;. It was a pain in the ass. I didnt get enough rest. The exam was freaking tough. As usual there are some that didnt come &amp;amp; sit for the exam. But I can't do that. First is cz my parents are gonna kill me if I do that. Second cz I wanna see where's my level. I'd know that 2 of the papers I'll fail. But I just went &amp;amp; sit for the exam. At least I didnt chicken out. Right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exam I went &amp;amp; watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This Is It &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;for the second time with Sean, Emmy &amp;amp; Jun Yang. Then we had a car accident. Emmy went back early with cab coz she's goin for a tution. After we made the police report we all went to have supper at AC. James tag along with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then I had a garage sales with Emmy, Anis &amp;amp; Siti. The 1st day to be frank I was so pissed with Emmy. When we all were setting up the place, me &amp;amp; Anis went down to get the leftover stuffs. When we came back to our stall Emmy already conquered 1 and a half of the table. Coz we only have 2 tables at that time. We didn't tought that our stuffs gonna be that much! I had no choice but to straight away tell Emmy that 4 of us are sharing the table. Anis felt the same way but she didnt say much. I understand that she didnt want to ruin everything just because of the god damn table. I want everythnig to be fair since most of Anis &amp;amp; Siti's stuffs are not on the display. Whereas we all paid the same amount for the rent. I didnt really talked much to her throughout the day. I know she felt something. I felt so bad. The next day I tried not to think about it. We had a great time. Really great time. I realised I was so foolish for being mad just coz of a tiny matter. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The next day I got my results for mass comm application. I got in &amp;amp; was so excited about it. I straight away texted aunty Sue, aunty Wahida, Alan, Emmy, Anis, Siti, My uncle and Kak Wati. After the garage sale I didnt go to sch. I only went last thursday just to get my exam's result though its not even important anymore &amp;amp; to get my leaving cert plus to give my last goodbye to my friends &amp;amp; the teachers that I'm close with especially Pn Siti, Mr Kang, En Rahim, Pn Viani, Pn Fong, Pn Teo, Pn Sallawaty, Pn Daisy, Miss Goh. Though I don't really like few of them at first. But now i'll miss that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It was my last day in school uniform! sob! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to pyramid with Sean, Jun Yang &amp;amp; James. I was suppose to go &amp;amp; watch movie with Mirshal. But she cancelled it last minute. Jun Yang fetched me at 5 p.m. Then we all sent his brother to SK Lick Hung. Suprisingly Sean still haven't change. He's still in his school uniform. Haha. Then we went to James house &amp;amp; fetch him. I saw his pic when he was young! Bloody hell. Damn. He's chubby &amp;amp; seriously doesn't look like him at all now. Extra point for that day! Coz I saw his bear body! He's frigging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;After I broke up with my ex that's my first time seeing a toned body. :) haha. Then we went to Sean's house. He changed in 2 mins!! haha. He's smelly. He didnt bath since morning &gt;.&lt;. Jun Yang said usually dogs barks at strangers but not Sean's dog. His only barks at guys not girls. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Like owner like dogs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;haha :). Then when we reached pyramid I went to see my elder sis for a stupid interview to work at baskin robbin. Obviously I'm gonna get the job since she's the one that done the interview. Then we all went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt; for dinner. It was a serious fun. The waitress at Pizza Hut like Sean. Haha! After we had dinner James asked me "Wanna eat Ice Cream?" :p. Then I said " Yeah, SURE! Where?". Then he said "McD!". Then I answered back "How about baskin robbin! Cz I can get 30% discount if I buy the pint. So we all share la. You want?". Then he said " Yeah sure". Then we walked around to find couple tshirt for Jun Yang. About 15 mins to movie we went to baskin &amp;amp; get our Ice Cream. We bought the very berry strawberry which is my fav!! ;) We planned to eat inside the cinema since we don't have enough time to eat. We all watched 4th Kind. Its a movie about alien. Which is seriously stupid!! Its a waste of money! The funny part was when Scott got hypnotized &amp;amp; he suddenly &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FLOATING&lt;/span&gt;. I was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TERKEJUT&lt;/span&gt; till I whacked Jun Yang. Then I turned &amp;amp; hug James's hand. Jun Yang pull his leg up towards Sean &amp;amp; Sean kicked front sit which a girl was sitting there. Hahaha. I couldnt forget that moment! After the movie Sean asked to go clubbing at helo bali just to have fun &amp;amp; dance. I said that place is stupid cz alot of stupid rempits. Then he said we just have fun 4 of us la. Unfortunately helo bali need to pay cover charge for the guys. So we decided not too. Waste of money. Thats not even our purpose for that day. Then we all made a stop at mamak near my house. Jun Yang was so excited cz there's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WWF's Show&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I ordered my fav roti cheese telur as usual. James suddenly turned to me &amp;amp; ask what is that you ordered? Is it nice? Then I said Yeah!! Its damn nice. Try IT! But then the mamak said only left one more roti cheese telur cz the cheese is finished. WTH? I said buy at 7 eleven la. Eventually they did. After the WWF they switched the channel to HBO &amp;amp;  it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MISSCALLED&lt;/span&gt; movie. Again a scary movie. I didn't watch cz I'm afraid I couldnt sleep that night. After we had supper Jun Yang send me back. I had  fun though kena mara with my dad cz got back late. :( (I had a crush on someone after that night &gt;.&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I didn't realise how much I love my f6's friends until I recalled back what we all have been through together in this short 5 months. I really appreciated the warm welcome that my junior in seafield gave. Especially Azlan, Bir Hakim &amp;amp; Syamil Adri. They are super nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I hope we all will still in touch though I'll be far away from them. (only malacca la.. where got jauh! doink!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403595304166527157-2899556106013071309?l=azzilasuzette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/feeds/2899556106013071309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-last-day-in-smk-seafield.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/2899556106013071309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/2899556106013071309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-last-day-in-smk-seafield.html' title='My Last Day in SMK SEAFIELD'/><author><name>azzila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790320044628151335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjPtyUOBxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zuv4U3Cij5s/S220/Azzila+Suzette+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403595304166527157.post-77518108082312391</id><published>2009-11-16T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:27:22.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass Comm Application</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday I checked my application intake for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;mass comm&lt;/span&gt; in UITM. It stated there &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M REJECTED! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was so frustrated. I cried like mad last night. This morning I called UITM for confirmation. They said check after 12 pm. 12-ish I checked. But at the web stated application can only check after 5. I'd feel like I'm not gonna get in. So I checked it at 6-ish. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But then...WOW!! I got in... I'm gonna study in mass comm soon.. I'm soo happy!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403595304166527157-77518108082312391?l=azzilasuzette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/feeds/77518108082312391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-i-checked-my-application.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/77518108082312391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/77518108082312391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-i-checked-my-application.html' title='Mass Comm Application'/><author><name>azzila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790320044628151335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjPtyUOBxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zuv4U3Cij5s/S220/Azzila+Suzette+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403595304166527157.post-6532006182120000942</id><published>2009-11-15T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:33:03.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GARAGE SALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/SwAeaA59LdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cZKl0GdpJ74/s1600-h/garage+sale+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/SwAeaA59LdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cZKl0GdpJ74/s400/garage+sale+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404352985113112018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/SwAcEOpEjqI/AAAAAAAAABA/j3EwqrLmqGU/s1600-h/garage+sale+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/SwAcEOpEjqI/AAAAAAAAABA/j3EwqrLmqGU/s400/garage+sale+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404350411820011170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GARAGE SALE=AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally not like what I expected. Freaking tiring 2 days. It was held at Amcorp Mall, PJ.&lt;br /&gt;Its a total disappointment yesterday when my stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; doesn'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;move. But after 2 or 3 something the crowd started to buy my stuffs. I earned about RM 100 plus yesterday &amp;amp; today too :)&lt;br /&gt;wee... a big round of applause for myself, anis, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mmy &amp;amp; siti. I LOVE THEM SOO MUCH! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/SwAdAvkSI8I/AAAAAAAAABI/vlfydl1pjn8/s1600-h/garage+sale+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/SwAdAvkSI8I/AAAAAAAAABI/vlfydl1pjn8/s400/garage+sale+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404351451450450882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I met with RAMLI SARIP... &amp;amp; the biggest deal is... I bought MJ"S RECORD!&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/7403595304166527157-6532006182120000942?l=azzilasuzette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/feeds/6532006182120000942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2009/11/garage-saleawesome-totally-not-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/6532006182120000942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/6532006182120000942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2009/11/garage-saleawesome-totally-not-like.html' title='GARAGE SALE'/><author><name>azzila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790320044628151335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjPtyUOBxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zuv4U3Cij5s/S220/Azzila+Suzette+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/SwAeaA59LdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cZKl0GdpJ74/s72-c/garage+sale+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403595304166527157.post-2269417515943337942</id><published>2009-11-12T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:43:09.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/SvwCv6P-PkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wP-ioVJ48ho/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/SvwCv6P-PkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wP-ioVJ48ho/s400/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403196675051109954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/SvwCWuvDBiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHyatBzHmxQ/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/SvwCWuvDBiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fHyatBzHmxQ/s400/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403196242463491618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I created this account about 3 or 4 days ago. I'm not very sure. But the reason I did so just to commented on my sis's blog post. Which a crazy woman commented on her's. &amp;amp; I wanted 2 reply to that woman back. But I'm done with that. After she replied back its OBVIOUSLY now that she's childish. Haha. SO not matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But... that is not the reason why i blog. It's because of what happened yesterday &amp;amp; my friend suggested me to blog. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;11.11.09- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I slept at about 3a.m.I was happily playing ps2. I woke up late at about 9a.m. &amp;amp; realized that my dad &amp;amp;  my elder sis are ready to go to work &amp;amp; i wanted my dad to sent me to Emmy's house. So I rushed like crazy so that my dad won't leave me. Haha. Then at Emmy's I get ready &amp;amp; her mom send us to Pyramid. We walked around in Pyramid for about 1 hour &amp;amp; we waited for bus at the bus stop to go to One Utama. Sadly there are no buses to One Utama. So we decided to take a cab. We bought ticket to Time Traveler's Wife which is at 2.30 p.m while waiting for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;MJ THIS IS IT&lt;/span&gt; at 4.00 p.m. But we forgotten about how long is the Time Traveler's Wife movie duration. So we'd knew that we're going to be late to THIS IS IT. After we bought the ticket we went &amp;amp; had lunch at Johnny's. The waiters in there seriously are annoying. After lunch we walked around for like 1 hour then we went to the movie. After we watched the Time Traveler's Wife we rushed to the MJ THIS IS IT. We're late obviously. MJ was singing JAM at that time. But seriously&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IT WAS STILL AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Plus I get to sit in a big hall. The sound system &amp;amp; screen was D BOMB! I was again happily singing &amp;amp; eventually cried again (twice). After the movie, me, Emmy, Sean &amp;amp; Jun Yang walked around &amp;amp; that's when I tried a JACKET &amp;amp; danced like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MJ in BAD&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in one of the clothing store. It was stupid. The sale's promoter warned us coz we took photo's inside the store. Which is not allowed. But we manage to took 1 shot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we gotta rushed back since Emmy's going to tution at 8 p.m. I was happily singing inside Sean's car when the song THIS IS IT come out. While we were happily singing all of a sudden 5 cars infront of us made an emergency break. So sean had no choice but to follow the same thing. Then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANG!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A motorcycle bang us followed by 3 other motorcycle! That&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERBANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right beside of me! GOSH! Its crazy! I will never ever forget that moment. It happened infont of GIANT Kelana Jaya. Luckily that guy didn't fell into the other side. Coz it was a busy road that time. If he did, I'm sure there will be bloods everywhere. HOLY CROW! It took us a few hours to settle the thing. Emmy's gotta go back by herself by cab since she's having tution. Then we went to BALAI POLIS PETALING JAYA to make a report. The police officer's are so cold! I hate them. We finish the report at baout 10-ish. Then Sean's Mom send us to Jun Yang's hse. We went to Carrefour to pick up James &amp;amp; went to AC for supper. Them James's Mom came &amp;amp; talked about her bussines Haha. Which my friend's Arip alreday introduced it to me. She treat us a drink. Then Jun Yang &amp;amp; Sean send me back. It was extremely a very long day for me. EVENTFUL!. &amp;amp; that's what made me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; blogging &lt;/span&gt;now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7403595304166527157-2269417515943337942?l=azzilasuzette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/feeds/2269417515943337942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/2269417515943337942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7403595304166527157/posts/default/2269417515943337942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzilasuzette.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It'/><author><name>azzila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02790320044628151335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/TCjPtyUOBxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zuv4U3Cij5s/S220/Azzila+Suzette+9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zEHNrDzauq0/SvwCv6P-PkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wP-ioVJ48ho/s72-c/DSC00138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
