<?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-5467472540755999393</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:05:28.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucid moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1978643297867763336</id><published>2011-11-24T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:26:32.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so... i'm moving, yeh.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to start anew because I realised that my blog's rubbish. However, I didn't feel like deleting everything since I've been writing since the later part of my first year at Sri Aman. Since this is also my last week in fifth year, and I'll be leaving for college next year (WHAT), I felt it imperative that I keep all the memories I made there, and this blog holds a great deal of it, too, since I once had the habit of posting almost every single day. Twice on Sundays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that's that. I don't even know why I have to explain this to you, I doubt any one even checks in any more, but I felt like I must, and so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://hellomelloncollie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Azalea&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1978643297867763336?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1978643297867763336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-im-moving-yeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1978643297867763336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1978643297867763336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-im-moving-yeh.html' title='so... i&apos;m moving, yeh.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1155274697727398329</id><published>2011-11-22T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:31:13.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like someone.</title><content type='html'>I fancy him. I really fancy him. I really really &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; fancy him. Hell, I like him so much one would say that I actually fancy him. Like &lt;i&gt;actually. &lt;/i&gt;But wait, I digress. All I'm saying is that I fancy him. I fancy him as much as my seventeen year old heart would allow. Yes, I do believe I fancy him. Very much so, in fact. I fancy him. I fancy him. I. Fancy. Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think I got my message across?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Azalea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1155274697727398329?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1155274697727398329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-like-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1155274697727398329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1155274697727398329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-like-someone.html' title='I like someone.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-3924443566481394762</id><published>2011-11-21T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T18:14:30.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why, but I have this insatiable urge to always try to impress people.</title><content type='html'>It's like, I need people to look up to me or something. It's a little disconcerting, that. Almost makes me feel as if I could never just be... &lt;i&gt;me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also try to emulate other people in order to be better than them. I don't even know if this is common but, I hate it. It makes me feel as if I am &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt; impressionistic. Oh, well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-3924443566481394762?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3924443566481394762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-know-why-but-i-have-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3924443566481394762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3924443566481394762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-know-why-but-i-have-this.html' title='I don&apos;t know why, but I have this insatiable urge to always try to impress people.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-2910818823074256508</id><published>2011-11-21T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T15:47:27.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle.</title><content type='html'>add maths is up next! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stay tuned to see how well I'll fare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-2910818823074256508?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2910818823074256508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-feel-like-im-fighting-losing-battle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/2910818823074256508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/2910818823074256508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-feel-like-im-fighting-losing-battle.html' title='I feel like I&apos;m fighting a losing battle.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8084997165813043475</id><published>2011-09-03T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:48:52.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You've been running, running hard. Can you imagine it? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've been running for miles - your body demands to stop. It needs to stop. But your mind, it screams at you, urges you to go on. The wind blows sharply as you push forward. Specks of dust swirls in the air, cuts you as you go. You're tired - and breathless. You try to summon oxygen back into your lungs, but the mere effort hurts too much. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's how I felt when he walked my way. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You finally allow your tired body to slow, and finally stop. Hands braced on your knees, you tried to catch a breather. To control your laboured breathing. The spent muscles of your legs quiver, threatening to give out underneath your weight. Your knees just can't seem to lock, and you feel as if you'll be reduced to a heap on the floor in no time. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's how I felt when he stopped in front of me. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's all too much, your chest feels as though it's about to burst. You need air. You suck in a mouthful. But no matter how much you gulp or gasp, it doesn't reach your lungs. You feel your lungs shrinking. Squeezing out what little oxygen might be left in there. It's shrinking still, tightening to an almost unbearable degree. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And then finally, you succumbed into the darkness.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how, but somehow I manage to go through life with such apathy. Not getting to emotionally attached to anything in particular and just squander on by. Of course, though I hate to admit it, it is absolutely intentional. A mere artifice. An image that I have created for myself. No, I wasn't naturally apathetic with a cynical view on the world. Nothing terrible ever happened to me that I lost hope in humanity (though I certainly have). It was just something I picked up along the way. A way to preserve my general well being, I suppose. You can't get hurt or be disappointed by anyone or anything if you've already expected the worst. That was my theory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, emotions have a volition of their own. You just can't control them or even &lt;i&gt;try &lt;/i&gt;to keep them at bay. Like the feeling that you love someone. It takes a life of it's own, and you're forced to take the back seat. To my frustration, I tend to feel things rather deeply. You can't be that cool stone-faced kid if you're gonna be affected by every little thing. Love? They don't even bat an eyelash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't go as far to saying that I love him. Heaven help me if I do. But I do find him rather intriguing and I wouldn't mind - or if we're being quite honest, desperately want to get to know him better. A mere conversation would suffice. I suppose if I were an outsider looking in, I'd feel pity for this girl who's convince that she's found the love of her life and that he's perfect in every way possible, but sadly has no inkling to her existence. I would also find this situation to be slightly amusing, in the most pathetic way possible. Like one of those cheesy dramas you're so used to on telly. Except this time, the girl doesn't get the guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-8084997165813043475?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8084997165813043475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/youve-been-running-running-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8084997165813043475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8084997165813043475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/youve-been-running-running-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-4783322078957026649</id><published>2011-06-01T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:08:57.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdv9eypO828/TeUSjtVRE2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Dt9WXQoN1EA/s1600/alex%2Blove%2Byou%2Bhand.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdv9eypO828/TeUSjtVRE2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Dt9WXQoN1EA/s320/alex%2Blove%2Byou%2Bhand.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612912915260707682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzuI7Hx1mu8/TeUSjZkNNSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vdH8FwLGXFo/s1600/chabernaud2.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzuI7Hx1mu8/TeUSjZkNNSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/vdH8FwLGXFo/s320/chabernaud2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612912909954659618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-4783322078957026649?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4783322078957026649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4783322078957026649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4783322078957026649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zdv9eypO828/TeUSjtVRE2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Dt9WXQoN1EA/s72-c/alex%2Blove%2Byou%2Bhand.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-3747070889960114107</id><published>2011-05-01T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:11:36.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I finally received my birthday present today... Huh, I can't do this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*a few minutes later*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start with yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yesterday (which was not my birthday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents took me out to Outback for my birthday dinner and the food was (as always) "orgasmic". We ordered our all time favourites which were the sirloin stake, the spring chicken, mushrooms, and a plate of buffalo wings. We shared everything because the last time we ordered one for each, we ended up having a hard time finishing our meal 'cos the portions were so generous. The amount of food we ordered was just right for three hungry people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've said earlier, the food was magnificent. The steak was cooked medium, landing it the succulent texture that I adore, and there was just a tiny streak of red in the middle. Just the way I like it. The spring chicken was a good, solid meal. Giving you that sense of fulfilment upon eating it. It was good comfort food, I think. The beef bacon done just right. Crisp, providing an excellent contrast to the soft melting cheese which topped the whole meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The deserts we ordered was also to die for. &lt;i&gt;Chocolate thunder from downunder&lt;/i&gt;, they called it. And what a thunder it was. Hot brownies topped of with one scoop of ice-cream placed on it, and on that heavenly vanilla ice cream sat a &lt;i&gt;sinful &lt;/i&gt;amount of stiff whipped cream. (The same amount of the ice-cream!) As a finishing touch, shredded chocolate were sprinkled on top. Heavenly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum bought me my present today. She (and my dad too, actually) had me choose what I wanted and &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;managed to keep it as a surprise. My parents brought me to the counter where they sell the perfume brand (lets call it brand "X"), my mum insinuated that she was buying herself an early mother's day present, and somehow managed to wring out which was my favourite out of the lot, then purchased two bottles - different ones, of course - one for me, and one for her (I still hadn't realise that one of them was for me, by this point), then managed to inform the sales boy that it was a birthday gift for me without my realising it; had him got it wrapped along with a golden ribbon and limited edition carrier bag. And after all this plotting, she still managed to be cool as a cucumber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on our way to Kinokuniya, Hayani gave me a ring to just basically wish me a belated happy birthday and we talked for a bit, then I had to go 'cos the crowds were a bit rough, and it was hard to navigate myself and still continue to chit chat on the phone. We got to Kino and got my mum's books and then we had coffee. That's when she gave me my present and I can't seem to contain my joy and excitement when she handed it to me; all the thank yous in the world gushed out from my mouth by that point. Oh, I was so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my mum went on about how she got her first real perfume when she was my age, and how conventionally, a girl of my age should get her first (&lt;i&gt;French, &lt;/i&gt;in my case. And hers)&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;perfume when she's 17. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I don't know what else to say, really, other than my parents has managed to make me feel so  very special, and shown me their appreciation. I mean, I know that they do even if they don't get me all these worldly things, but you know, it's nice that they make an effort to show me how much they care. And boy, does it show! To be able to pull a stun like this takes precision, strategy and craftsmanship. It's not something that one can come up with over night. They have put a lot of time and effort in getting me this, and making it special. That's what touched me most. I'm not easily deluded, so hat's off to my parents for managing to pull this one off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My infinite love to you both, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Azalea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: The creator of brand X actually created the parfum for her daughter. As a gift. To show her affection towards her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pps: I am the next bloody Kate Middleton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-3747070889960114107?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3747070889960114107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-finally-birthday-present-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3747070889960114107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3747070889960114107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-finally-birthday-present-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1869878084514534828</id><published>2011-04-27T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:56:31.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty</title><content type='html'>WE were walking down a pavemented street. The brilliant sun ray was blocked by the leafs; providing shade. We walked under an archway that were made up of tall, willowy trees - our hands linked. It was a good day. We looked at each other. Through his sunnies, I could see that his eyes shown with happiness; just as mine were. Everything just feels so light... and, well, &lt;i&gt;right.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An unfamiliar tune starts playing. I turn my head towards the source of the sound and I see a middle aged man playing the saxophone by the street. There were already a few couples dancing around him. I felt my hand being tugged. My eyes flew to his face, only to find his enticing mouth smiling down at me. His head jerked towards the general direction of the man with the sax - indicating what he had in mind. &lt;i&gt;Why not, &lt;/i&gt;I thought, and followed him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We danced. One of his hand clasped around mine and the other was on my back. Happiness was in abundance that day. His head lowered to my shoulder and I felt his lips moving against my covered skin. His breath warm and intriguing as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. As the romantic tune came to a close, he lets me go to tip the man. He got a tip of the hat as a gesture of gratitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day continued in the same fashion. As I've said earlier, &lt;i&gt;happiness is in abundance that day. &lt;/i&gt;We walked, laughed, had coffee, and watched an impressionist while he's hard at work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was twilight, and we were sitting side by side on the dock; our gaze following the setting sun. His warm arm draped around me and I felt &lt;i&gt;safe. &lt;/i&gt;Safe and blissfully &lt;i&gt;happy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I swear this is the best dream I've had since the one with Jeremy sitting in my dining room eating nuggets that were fried by my grandma. The man in this current dream is the same as before. Plus it felt as though it was during the 1960s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;JEREMY, I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH OK. LEAVE SARA AND MARRY ME. PLEASE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1869878084514534828?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1869878084514534828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/misty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1869878084514534828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1869878084514534828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/misty.html' title='Misty'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-28706301551570534</id><published>2011-03-22T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:01:59.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guys guys! I didn't fail Literature. Wow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-28706301551570534?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/28706301551570534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/03/guys-guys-i-didnt-fail-literature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/28706301551570534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/28706301551570534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/03/guys-guys-i-didnt-fail-literature.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1728526445103100422</id><published>2011-03-17T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:49:29.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well look what sort of day this turned out to be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"She is a much-loved daughter. She is also very protected and sheltered. Having said that, she is also a very smart person and she has a very wide world-view on things. In the production, she did not come forth as someone who could contribute much, to my disappointment. She should have taken a more active role in the production. It was unfortunate that she was not around a lot."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite saddened by the fact that she thought of me that way. I mean, I admit that I've missed practice a number of times but, I've done my job. I took it seriously. I don't know whether she noticed, but I have done much more than what I signed up for. During the first month of practice I have stayed back every day and tried to help out where I can. By right, I shouldn't even have to be on stage during the production. I have done my job as a scriptwriter. But, I understand that it's a school production and we needed the extra hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are reading this post (and God knows I hope you aren't), I'd like to apologise. I'm sorry that I didn't meet your expectations; sorry that you feel as if I did not contribute enough to the production as you think I should. I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I'm sorry if at all you find this post offensive. I have absolutely no intentions of insulting you; I'm just expressing my thoughts on the matter. And I'd also like to thank you for your frankness. I really do appreciate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1728526445103100422?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1728526445103100422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-is-much-loved-daughter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1728526445103100422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1728526445103100422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-is-much-loved-daughter.html' title='well look what sort of day this turned out to be!'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8128436659830122458</id><published>2011-03-17T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:00:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a rant; you don't have to read this.</title><content type='html'>I'm at that stage of my life for which I am constantly angry at everyone and everything. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate this constant waiting. Waiting for the unknown. It's horrible, and it feels as if it's wringing its cold hands around my neck. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate half the people I surround myself with. Really, I feel like brutally killing them in cold blood. Some of them however (thank God), are complete angles. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am completely and utterly fed up with my current state. &lt;s&gt;I feel like&lt;/s&gt; I am at the bottom of the pack. Just another lazy ass bum. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is absolutely nothing about me that could be deemed as special. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I am a horrible, horrible Muslim as well as a daughter. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh right, and I piss my teachers off. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is my life. Why are you even reading this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Azalea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-8128436659830122458?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8128436659830122458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-rant-you-dont-have-to-read-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8128436659830122458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8128436659830122458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-rant-you-dont-have-to-read-this.html' title='this is a rant; you don&apos;t have to read this.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-7189789203832143972</id><published>2011-02-24T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T19:31:37.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel utterly useless at the mo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-7189789203832143972?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7189789203832143972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-feel-utterly-useless-at-mo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7189789203832143972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7189789203832143972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-feel-utterly-useless-at-mo.html' title='i feel utterly useless at the mo.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-445671557269277465</id><published>2011-01-19T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:00:09.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and d'you know what else just sucks balls?</title><content type='html'>Life's cruel irony. Good God, I only wrote that cos it sounded cool, but really this is too much. Someone is actually living the life that I wanted for myself - to a T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-445671557269277465?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/445671557269277465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-dyou-know-what-else-just-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/445671557269277465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/445671557269277465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-dyou-know-what-else-just-sucks.html' title='and d&apos;you know what else just sucks balls?'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5067036101914064503</id><published>2011-01-19T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:55:56.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been found out, so now i'll NEVER explore.</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days when I feel like shit and then I have this moment of clarity, but then decide that reality hurts too much and continue to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delude &lt;/span&gt;myself with fantasies of what my life would be like in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I have no idea how I'm going to achieve this. There is absolutely no way other than divine intervention (which I am still holding out for, Insya Allah). I know I can't get into colleges like Oxford or Cambridge. They just don't look at girls like me, even if I could get straight A+s. To be honest, I actually do think they will accept my application if that were the case, but I'm planning to apply for a Scholarship and the school has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stressed &lt;/span&gt;on the fact that your koko marks will be taken into consideration. Fucking shit, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screwed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is now forcing me into orchestra and I don't have a prayer to make it through senior group. And my application resume's (?) shit 'cos I don't have a single talent other than writing but almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;can write. I guess I could say that I carry myself quite well. But other than that I have nothing. Not a sportsmen, and musically impaired. God knows what will happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this, it seems all the more real. The more I realise how pathetic I am. Everyone's racing, climbing forward, and I'm going down on this slow spiral to nowhere - which is more frightening when compared to just being shoved into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, please.&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  Farah, what you said really upsets me. I can't sleep at night now. How can make him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5067036101914064503?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5067036101914064503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-been-found-out-so-now-ill-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5067036101914064503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5067036101914064503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-been-found-out-so-now-ill-never.html' title='i&apos;ve been found out, so now i&apos;ll NEVER explore.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-3065325672851357110</id><published>2011-01-02T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:45:38.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>light.</title><content type='html'>As I walk alone on this summer night&lt;br /&gt;With only the somber moon and the dim stars as light&lt;br /&gt;With an aching heart this girl said; i am alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never alone really was she&lt;br /&gt;For He is watching over thee&lt;br /&gt;For whether she may or may not know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will cast his incandescent light&lt;br /&gt;And guide her through the peril&lt;br /&gt;Of evil's might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a blissful end, of a morning so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-3065325672851357110?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3065325672851357110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3065325672851357110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3065325672851357110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/light.html' title='light.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-3387334673506803695</id><published>2010-12-09T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:48:25.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel rather like shit</title><content type='html'>I just want to leave this place. I want to go away. It's constricting, and I'm chafing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-3387334673506803695?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3387334673506803695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-feel-rather-like-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3387334673506803695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3387334673506803695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-feel-rather-like-shit.html' title='i feel rather like shit'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-4111107663804424824</id><published>2010-12-01T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:55:14.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook qualms</title><content type='html'>I really feel a strong urge to delete my Facebook. Mainly because it's an absurdly annoying site, but also because its founder was a Jew. This whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"social networking site"&lt;/span&gt; thing is basically a small part in a huge propaganda. A Jew propaganda. As a Muslim, I feel it's not wrong for me to want to stand up to it, and I think that I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care if I can't stay "connected"? Don't we have our mobile phones for that? Maybe it's not free, but really, is anything today is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not making this up or, to put it more lightly, imagined or assumed this is my head. It's clear as day that the Jews has infiltrated our minds, influence out thinking one way or another. I just think it's time some of us take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to read more this, then &lt;a href="http://radioislam.org/islam/english/jewishp/internet/jews_behind_internet.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering where I got this idea from. I was reading the Koran and Hadeeth index or whatever and it mentioned something very interesting (nothing you would do could induce me to writing what it is. It's highly controversial). So I did my research and I came across that link. Also, I've watched some episodes of the Arrivals, and it mentioned something about it there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, Twitter and another site I'm extremely fond of is not run by Jews. This is merely a cherry on a sunday, because I have been wanting to delete my Facebook for quiet sometime. I don't like what it represents, and I don't like what it does. It's just like Myspace (which, yes, is also ran by them). Absolutely boring, yet, sadly popular mainly to people who doesn't know anything else to do on the internet. All the more reason right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-4111107663804424824?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4111107663804424824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/facebook-qualms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4111107663804424824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4111107663804424824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/12/facebook-qualms.html' title='Facebook qualms'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-6777065221365739007</id><published>2010-11-30T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:07:43.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"you're my favourite daydream"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Incidentally, that was taken out from Jack Bevan's twtter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EY! Right so I found out that Skandar Keynes is majoring in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Islamic History and Arabic&lt;/span&gt; in Cambridge. God knows what possessed him to do so, BUT, I swear it's Allah answering all my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to that little timer on the doo-de-lee-doo, I have around 8 days and 11 hours 'till VODT comes out. Can hardly wait! I reread the book as a pre-movie ritual (if it was derived from a book, that is) like I always do, and it's getting me psych! I really want to see how they're gonna pull off the Silver Sea scene. Or when the ship's nearing The End of the world. ALSO, the Dufflepuds! Or Monopods, I dunno, which ever you like, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had my first Physics tuition this morning. Which is great, really. It makes me feel as if I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;a total bum, and that I'm actually doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; studying through out the hols. Also, I got to see Helinna, Farah, Shahirah and Zaimah so it was really rad. AND THE TEACHER WAS SO GOOD. AND I WAS ABLE TO COMPUTE, AND PN. SHAZILA COULD LEARN A THING OR TWO FROM THIS TEACHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, great. Apparently, Kalpana's off to Turkey for a bit and so I have to assume Director's position for The Landlady and Neighbours since I wrote the script. So if any of you Lit people read this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU HAD BETTER COME TO BLOODY PRACTICE THIS FRIDAY 'ELSE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'MA PUT A BABY IN YOUR ASS, BITCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(also a quote from Bevan. UGH, he is the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; best&lt;/span&gt; ginger, EVA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't be mad. I'm sorry I shouted at you. LOVEYOUMISSYOU, see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-6777065221365739007?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6777065221365739007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-my-favourite-daydream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6777065221365739007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6777065221365739007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-my-favourite-daydream.html' title='&quot;you&apos;re my favourite daydream&quot;'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5942152347181422141</id><published>2010-11-26T18:14:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:00:11.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter one; in which our heroine swears, makes tea and have an adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Shit." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a crisp December afternoon and Azalea was brewing some tea. The day was going pretty swell, her good friend Nadiah just came up from Wiltshire. She was there to discuss about her upcoming wedding in June to her beloved Logan. She was gushing to Charmaine about how silver Logan's eyes were if he were to stand beneath  fluorescent lights and how astonishingly green if he were to stand under  natural light - when Azalea walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're out of sugar," Azalea announced "can't you ladies do without?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, Azalea thought (but never said, God help her if she tried to cross Nadiah on the tender subject of Logan's beauty) that that was rather ridiculous. One's eye can't change to a completely different colour just by standing under a different lighting. No, Nadiah just like to see, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;point out&lt;/span&gt; rather, all of Logan's godlike qualities. Regardless, whether they existed or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, we love sugar in our tea." replied Charmaine. She paused and then added as an afterthought, "God knows why you take your tea without them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sugars are for peasants," Azalea muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah piped in suddenly, "Go, on, Azalea! The bride-to-be wants some sugar in her tea. Surely the maid of honour should make the bride as comfortable as possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only agreed to do it because I wanted to throw you a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proper&lt;/span&gt; bachelorette party." she smiled then, "Fine, I'll go get the bloody sugar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a small pot from the kitchen, grabbed her coat and crossed the street. The family on her right has gone off to Leeds to visit their family for the holidays, and she didn't care too much for being lectured about the importance of a well stocked larder by the old lady on her left. So, she opted for the house directly across from hers. He just moved in a month back, but she never got a good look at him, what with her being in university most of the time and he... well, she didn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; what he did. But he goes out at night a lot with his friends.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lady &lt;/span&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a few brisk knocks on the door she waited patiently for the man to answer. While she was distracting herself with a little tune in her head the door swung open, and she literally felt all resemblance of air left her lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there standing in the doorway was a groggy looking, messy haired, man with the most brilliant blue eyes she'd ever seen. And he was looking at her rather quizzically, for she was staring, rather stupidly, one might add, and then his expression soften to a somewhat relaxed smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I help you?" he asked easily, his voice low and seductive like warm honey. Maybe it was her imagination, but she could have sworn it was threaded with amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disoriented, Azalea thrust the sugar pot towards him and said "May I have some sugar, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at her with a boyish, and somehow still provocative, lopsided grin, "Sweetheart, with a face like that, you can have anything you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gestured for her to come inside, and she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first chapter of my story. Oh my god, can't wait to write the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5942152347181422141?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5942152347181422141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/chapter-one-in-which-our-heroine-swears.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5942152347181422141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5942152347181422141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/chapter-one-in-which-our-heroine-swears.html' title='chapter one; in which our heroine swears, makes tea and have an adventure'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-7050955306613651433</id><published>2010-11-26T01:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:20:49.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's really no title to justify my excitement for this</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narnia&lt;/span&gt; is coming out in theaters in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;less than two weeks&lt;/span&gt;. Bitches &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll put one of those little countdown thingies at the sidebar. Is that alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-7050955306613651433?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7050955306613651433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/really-no-title-to-justify-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7050955306613651433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7050955306613651433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/really-no-title-to-justify-my.html' title='there&apos;s really no title to justify my excitement for this'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-9072959480412490830</id><published>2010-11-25T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T02:39:08.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ronald, you complete arse!</title><content type='html'>So, I just watched Harry Potter today. Bloody hell, consider my mind blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just fantastic. Thrilling, and just... well, it's beautiful, really. I loved Ron and Hermione in this. I mean, they were just so clingy, I loved it. And Harry was great, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that most of you have already watched it, and most certainly have read the book, I am gonna go on, and tell you my favourite scene right down to the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and if you're so dim witted to understand, yes, the following content may contain spoilers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the starting was great! I mean, when the characters were getting ready for what's lying ahead. Hermione erasing all traces of herself (via, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obliviate&lt;/span&gt; spell)  from her parent's memories before she leaves, Ron, staring out at the horizon wondering what on earth did he get himself into this time... and then there's Harry. Where the Dursleys', his only family (but not very much so) are leaving him to his own defenses while they cow somewhere for the safety of their own bums. I don't know, but it really said something to me, this scene. Like the definiteness - if you please - of it all. Like there's no turning back, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just as you were about to drown in sympathy for these characters, the mood lightens when Dumbledore's army arrives. And some of them took the Polyjuice potion (which tasted like Goblin's piss) as a distraction so that the Death Eaters wont be able to tell which one's the real Harry. So, all of them made their way to The Burrow where Ginny and Molly were waiting for them. But then they were ambushed by Voldemort and his minions, and Hedwig died, goddammit! For protecting Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, but then! When they arrived at The Burrow, and Ron came ambling in, Hermione just ran to him and gave him a hug, which was just great! You could really feel the love in these two. Then of course, this is also when George lost his ear, when I saw the look on Fred's face when he saw the state of his brother, it just screamed twin love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Bill and Fleur's wedding was also good. Especially the mere seconds before the Death Eaters came, and Bill and Fleur was whispering love words to each other and all that right before everything was going to shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ministry of magic, where they wanted to find the Horcrux which Umbridge was wearing, and where Ron's "wife" was in trial. And he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"my poor wife, all alone",&lt;/span&gt; and Harry was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ron, you don't have a wife."&lt;/span&gt; The kiss, was funny, tho. The look on Hermione's face was hilarious, like she's about to rip that woman's head off by the roots. And then, when they dissaparated to the woods, and Ron's arm was hurt, she was loving, so worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, moving on, next would be the dance scene between Harry and Hermione when Ron left, and Hermione was depressed about it. Then, it would be when Harry found Godric's sword, and when he nearly drowned, being chocked by the necklace, and of course, when Ron saved him. That was ace. And then when Hermione saw Ron after weeks of him leaving them and all he's got to say for himself was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey"&lt;/span&gt;. Then, cue the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ronald, you complete arse!"&lt;/span&gt; and then everything's fine and hunky dory when he explained about the light and her voice whispering in his ear and what not. Also, it was really great when he sucked up to Hermione, and pathetically so that it was  actually cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, something happened. And they were brought to Malfoy manor. Where Hermione was crucio-ed, and Ron's desperation to save her was audible in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't believe I forgot to mention this till now. Tom Felton's performance as Draco was unbelievable. Like, you could see he doesn't want to be there, but fate just roped him into it. He cried when his teacher was killed before his eyes, and he knew that that was Harry, and but he said he wasn't sure to buy them more time. That, or he just couldn't do it. Couldn't be the one to cause Harry Potter's demise. I like Draco. He's just a lost little boy, really. I pity him. He deserves someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Dobby died when he tried to save Harry Potter and friends from Malfoy mansion. That scene... was intense. With everyone on the verge of tears (and Ron was holding Hermione, being her rock). The proper burial was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what can I say? Overall, it's a splendid movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I just read through that... and that was a really badly told story. But really, it's 2.30AM and I am as tired as Ron is having to live under Harry's shadow all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-9072959480412490830?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9072959480412490830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/ronald-you-complete-arse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/9072959480412490830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/9072959480412490830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/ronald-you-complete-arse.html' title='ronald, you complete arse!'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-461732453326505783</id><published>2010-11-24T07:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:03:28.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i know better, i don't know better</title><content type='html'>I started the morning with a little magic from Johnny Flynn, Vampire Weekend and tea! What more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the whole day planned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to just curl up in bed with a good book, all day. I'll make endless cups of tea, and if it rains like yesterday, I could pretend that I'm in England and I'll feel so English at so at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I get bored, I'll turn up some Los Campesinos and start dancing with my funky cats! This sounds like a brilliant day in the making :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-461732453326505783?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/461732453326505783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-got-whole-day-planned-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/461732453326505783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/461732453326505783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-got-whole-day-planned-out.html' title='if i know better, i don&apos;t know better'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8210671841050968493</id><published>2010-11-23T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:20:14.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is it that my holidays doesn't even feel like a holiday?</title><content type='html'>Seriously? Where is the thrill? The luxury of knowing that you have the whole month and half at your disposal? Why do I feel trapped? Agitated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS SO NOT IDEAL! &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/5467472540755999393-8210671841050968493?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8210671841050968493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-is-that-my-holidays-doesnt-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8210671841050968493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8210671841050968493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-is-that-my-holidays-doesnt-even.html' title='why is it that my holidays doesn&apos;t even feel like a holiday?'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-9117734113386186045</id><published>2010-11-23T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T17:28:45.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now we gotta go collect other horcrux.</title><content type='html'>I AM SO FUCKING BORED. OKAY, YES. BYE BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-9117734113386186045?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9117734113386186045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-we-gotta-go-collect-other-horcrux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/9117734113386186045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/9117734113386186045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-we-gotta-go-collect-other-horcrux.html' title='now we gotta go collect other horcrux.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-6459065142109851221</id><published>2010-11-22T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:04:47.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knee deep in spm</title><content type='html'>(the title, incidentally, is a lame derivative of the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knee deep at the atp&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was officially the first day of the holidays and it started out well enough :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd be happy to know that I am slowly, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surely&lt;/span&gt; recollecting myself. I really did take the term "honey moon year" to whole different level. I failed four papers, and barely passed the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and just so you know, my mum&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; still &lt;/span&gt;doesn't know about my result slip, which is great. What she doesn't know wont hurt her... or me. Next year is going to be so hectic. I could just feel it. It took a tremendous time and effort to barely get through last year, and now with SPM, it's close to impossible, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the holidays wont really be the holidays for me. Oh, yes sir, I do intent to have fun. Absolutely! I'm just going to insert some study time in between. I really have got to pull up my socks for next year. It's do or die. I know I may sound a little dramatic over this whole situation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So what if you don't get &lt;/span&gt;that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; good of a grade? You'd still go to college, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. If I'm content with getting local education, which I most certainly am not! Don't get me wrong, I have the utmost confidence in the Malaysian education system. But I want to get out of here! Out of this country, see places, learn new cultures, gain experiences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to see Ireland during spring break. Maybe take a trip to France...  or go to Amsterdam's Sex Museum! I want to see places, travel! I can't be cooped up at one place. I need to have an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, in order for me to have all of my little adventures, I can't be an unemployed bum. In fact, I'd probably need so much money, I'd be sneaking some off of my future-son's college funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream would be for me to be a certified physician, a trained pilot and be a talented watercolour artist! I'm being fanciful, I know. But it really doesn't seem so out of reach to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. I'm straying from the topic. My point is, SPM is really important regardless of what some people might say, and it's time for me to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-6459065142109851221?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6459065142109851221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/knee-deep-in-spm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6459065142109851221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6459065142109851221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/knee-deep-in-spm.html' title='knee deep in spm'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-9057785383536512261</id><published>2010-11-22T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:26:16.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>racism infuriates me to no end</title><content type='html'>Do you actually think that you're being clever or unpretentious when you write that? Honestly, you just sound like a shallow minded, uneducated little racist who really should keep your useless opinions to yourself. Not only does it look bad on you and your family(for raising a kid as bitter as you), it actually is a disgrace to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; religion, you immoral scum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed that this modern world still harbours people like you. In simple terms that even you could understand, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope a bear rapes you with a rake, and may you fall into a ditch and die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;- Offended muslim girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you're wondering what I am on about, click &lt;a href="http://unravelinthesun.tumblr.com/post/1637681172"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-9057785383536512261?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9057785383536512261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/racism-infuriates-me-to-no-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/9057785383536512261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/9057785383536512261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/11/racism-infuriates-me-to-no-end.html' title='racism infuriates me to no end'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-6099939097222241230</id><published>2010-10-15T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T16:26:23.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far,</title><content type='html'>The past week has been far from "ideal". Mummy dearest was sick, and I acted as the doting daughter to wait on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*on a side note; the &lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt; dispute that I had with my mum is now all but forgotten :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to cut a long story short, I got the flu as well. Mum was still not getting better and I was getting worst, so we went to Assunta where we had to take this h1n1 test where they will determine whether we have it or not.  While I was pondering over the tendency of history almost always repeats itself, mum had to go on the Neb. Everything turned out fine, tho. It was just fever. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash-forward to today, and I'm still not getting any better. Incidentally, I missed Pn Alainal's retirement. Great. I'm not even going to the dinner extravaganza. Really, what kind of student am I? I know, today can't be help, but the dinner. UGH. Screw it, I don't feel the least bit guilty. It cost Rm100+, mind you. And I am forever skint, and mum's not too fond of this principal anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this 50/50 urge to go today tho. I think if I'm well, I would have. The thing is, all students who participates in the Flashmob would get full formative marks, which is pretty major as it takes up 25% of our grades... They usually take formative out of our school work which I almost always never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, Ezryn was supposed to be there as well. And I haven't seen her in ages. Ever since she went to Tun Puteri then off to Aberdeen shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also tell you that I have been living off Maggie and potato chips ever since mum got bogged down with the flu. Still hangin' in there, but really, it's getting old. I'd cook porridge again like I did for mum the other day, but I am just too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: There is this new boy I fancy. He's not too good looking, though. But he's sorta the male version of me, yet we have our differences. S'alright, tho. It'll keep things... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fresh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-6099939097222241230?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6099939097222241230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6099939097222241230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6099939097222241230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-far.html' title='So far,'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8804079834142297027</id><published>2010-10-09T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:36:34.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, MP3 Player, or whatever on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;br /&gt;In the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Teddy picker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction. (HELL. TO THE. YES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Take me out. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;I want you back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;She moves in her way. (very happy, Azalea is very happy, indeed) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;519. (right, if you say so, darling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;HOWL. (Because I'm cool like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine. (this would have been perfect for 519. It'll show that I'm mathematically impaired.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your best friends? &lt;br /&gt;We might as well be strangers. (Fo shizz, girl?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Dance little liar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;Black burning heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts. (sweet. god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the runner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Merry happy. (interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Chelsey Dagger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest? &lt;br /&gt;Undercover Martyn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Blood bank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;I am the walrus. (WIN)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-8804079834142297027?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8804079834142297027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/1_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8804079834142297027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8804079834142297027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/1_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5763819592840134756</id><published>2010-10-09T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:25:24.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, MP3 Player, or whatever on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write down the name of the song no matter how silly it sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty visitor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea Dagger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;My mistakes were made for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Bedshaped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;What you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;That's not my name (OH HOLY HELL, THIS IS SO ACCURATE!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Crying Lightning. (well, if you look into the song more, I suppose I can relate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw your face today. (and then we're back to not making any sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;We walk. (INSANITY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Rambling man. Turrah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever amen! (I LOVE YOU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;My propeller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story? &lt;br /&gt;Paparazzi. (Bloody Brilliant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Fluorescent adolescent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;YOU! ME! DANCING! (yes, YOU ME AND THERE'S DANCING. ALWAYS)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Almost Lover. (pretty inappropriate at a wedding, don't ya think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;I bet that you look good on the dance floor. (I AM FUCKING KING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Isolation. (this is getting better by the minute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;The call. (OF DEATH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;The lovers are losing. (it's the sad truth, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friend?&lt;br /&gt;Romance is boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS MAKES NO SENSE! I AM DOING THIS SHIZ AGAIN AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5763819592840134756?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5763819592840134756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5763819592840134756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5763819592840134756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-359687019470207142</id><published>2010-10-08T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:45:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mum</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, but you don't have the right to say what you said. How would you know? How would you know how I felt at the time? You were too busy drowning in your hatred for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sorry that I didn't turn out to be the golden child that you want me to be. I'm sorry I make mistakes, and I'm sorry that I have human imperfections. I'm sorry that you're stuck with me. The less than perfect, dysfunctional, emotional daughter. And last, I'm sorry I turned out to be like my dad more than you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'd like to thank you. Thank you for making my childhood splendid. Thank you for making me wish Peter Pan would sneak in to my window at night, and take me off to Neverland. Thank you for making me want to (and occasionally attempt) to run away from home. But then, I grew up, and thought that that was rather silly. I'd be skint before I make it to a week. That's when I contemplated suicide. Much cheaper on fares and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to you! For being perfect. And to me, for being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"selfish, self-centered and a person who can't reach out to others"&lt;/span&gt;.  I love you all the same. I know you love me. But you just wish I wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I'm sorry and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your little Tanjer Horse,&lt;br /&gt;-Yaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-359687019470207142?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/359687019470207142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/359687019470207142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/359687019470207142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-mum.html' title='Dear Mum'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5625821528349416128</id><published>2010-10-05T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:09:33.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just thought that you might want to know</title><content type='html'>That I failed my sejarah. Mhmm. God, it breaks my heart to even think about it. Agama wasn't any better either. And this is my LAST finals. I mean, next year would be SPM, and then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have studied Physics, tho. But it's just the basic stuff. A bit apprehensive, to be honest. And don't even get me started for BM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a new day, folks! Wish me all the best :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx,&lt;br /&gt;Azalea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5625821528349416128?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5625821528349416128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-thought-that-you-might-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5625821528349416128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5625821528349416128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-thought-that-you-might-want-to.html' title='i just thought that you might want to know'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-2781745875655987450</id><published>2010-10-02T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T00:34:39.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All I really want out of life is to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adventures.&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/5467472540755999393-2781745875655987450?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2781745875655987450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-i-really-want-out-of-life-is-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/2781745875655987450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/2781745875655987450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-i-really-want-out-of-life-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1153821280465709621</id><published>2010-09-29T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:12:34.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're not going to live in silence, we're not going to live in fear.</title><content type='html'>Ask any of my classmates, I'm sure they would all agree, I have successfully been skipping PJK for the past three months or so? Fantastic, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last Tuesday I finally had to battle my demon in the form of Cik Foo. As what Nik says "She's a bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so convinced that she's gonna call me out (which she did) and start yelling at me  as soon as she lay eyes on me. Fortunately for me, SHE DID NOT YELL AT ME! BOOYAH. Which is great, because I spent the whole hour Physics worrying myself sick. LUV LYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School so far has been uneventful, I suppose. Other than the Flashmob - which I'm not apart of (big surprise there!) - there is absolutely nothing going on. Nothing worth blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are just around the corner. Like four days away and I haven't started on a single shit. And what the bloody hell am I doing? Why, it's called Blogging. BLOODY-FUCKING-USELESS. I don't know why I'm like this. I just am. Always always. Even for PMR. It's ridiculous, really. Should probably sign off now. I mean, I don't want to ultimately fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1153821280465709621?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1153821280465709621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-not-going-to-live-in-silence-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1153821280465709621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1153821280465709621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-not-going-to-live-in-silence-were.html' title='we&apos;re not going to live in silence, we&apos;re not going to live in fear.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5956094657464130762</id><published>2010-09-20T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:38:26.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testosterone passion.</title><content type='html'>I think that's what it is, really. Testosterone. That's what you're going through. I guess it's natural. And understandable. Because really, you're a teenage girl and it' expected out of you. But really, to throw away our friendship just like that? I really had high hopes for you. And it sucks to see it crash and burn to the ground, but, WAHEY, that's life, ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time that I'll ever write a thing about this ever again. It's time I moved on. You clearly have. Just know that I had your best interest at heart. Really, I did. And the only thing I'm sorry for is that it played out the way it did. But, just so it's clear, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; regret a single thing that I've said. Ever. I meant what I said. And I stand by it to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Until of course, it's proofed otherwise. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you take a look at the bigger picture,  you'd see it's not really&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; his&lt;/span&gt; fault. In fact, he's just a cherry on a very sad Sunday. It was you. I guessed you just drifted away. And maybe it was my fault as well. Maybe I wasn't that "understanding" as your new friends were. I don't know. I thought I was. You said I was. Guess you just can't really rely on mere words, huh? You know what they say.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Action speaks louder than words&lt;/span&gt;.  And believed me, your actions spoke. Quite clearly, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a good life. Really, I wish you all the best. And I hope you'll find a friend that loves you as much as I did, only this time, you'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realise&lt;/span&gt; what a treasure he/she is and hold on to them with both hands. And you don't repeat the same mistake by letting them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the last song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I write, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While you're even on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cos it's time to leave those feelings behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh 'cos blue skies are calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know that it's hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, my blue skies are calling me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xx,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5956094657464130762?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5956094657464130762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/testosterone-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5956094657464130762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5956094657464130762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/09/testosterone-passion.html' title='testosterone passion.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8982411426922150900</id><published>2010-08-28T05:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T06:07:36.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people think that they are superior towards others</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you, honey, you're &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;. Just because you're a certain way, and some people act differently from you, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't make them wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a certain person likes contemporary music such as Justine Beiber, or the Jonas Brothers, it doesn't make them unoriginal. It doesn't mean they have bad taste in music. It just makes them.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;. So what if you don't like it? So what if I don't like it? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are not the same person&lt;/span&gt;. We differ in more ways than one. Who are you or I to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying &lt;/span&gt;to be rocker or being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;. If they like a band or a group or a song that they don't normally like, or something that you &lt;u&gt;think&lt;/u&gt; they don't normally like, it doesn't make them a poser. It doesn't make them a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't flatter yourself into thinking that they are trying to be like you or something. You're being delusional. As far as music goes, no one can truly copy your taste in music. Sure, you might like a certain band first before that person does. And if they got to know about that said band a little later than you, it doesn't automatically mean that they are trying to copy you or is being unoriginal or a poser or whatever you wish to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to burst that bubble of yours, but there is this thing called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discovering new music.&lt;/span&gt; Not necessarily from you, as hard as that is to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is; sometimes people's tastes are alike. Other times it differs. But either way, you shouldn't redicule them. Just let them be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm not so sure whether this post made any sense.. or if I got my message out. It's 6AM and I haven't slept a wink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-8982411426922150900?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8982411426922150900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-people-think-that-they-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8982411426922150900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8982411426922150900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-people-think-that-they-are.html' title='some people think that they are superior towards others'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1173742627883305504</id><published>2010-08-10T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:24:01.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan</title><content type='html'>So, that time of year has come once again. The time where Allah asks us to stop being so arrogant to other people's sufferings, and asks us to put ourselves in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Muslims fast for &lt;s&gt;a day&lt;/s&gt; 13 hours and by the time it's maghrib (usually around sun down), we can feast on what we bought in the bazaar. That 13 hours worth of fast is nothing when compared to the everlasting days of starvation of a peddler at war with poverty. If there is a way to describe how I feel when I think about my experience during fasting, only one word comes to mind; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humbling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a truly humbling experience. It makes me appreciate of what I already have, and it makes me see how insignificant  my whim and fancies are. Needless to say, there are people who are doing far worse than you and I right now. Situations that are far more tragic than not having that latest gizmo on the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on the bazaar. You can find absolutely everything there. All sorts of food. And all the different kuih-muih that you don't normally want to buy become an instant crave when you see it at the bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the terawikh where all the muslims gather and pray to the Almighty Allah. Ramadan is also when all the Muslims tries their hardest to be holy as is humanly possible. Cuss-ers stop cussing, bitches stop bitching and so forth. Oh, and porners stop.. porning. It's a month where everyone wishes to be good, and tries their very best to achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why ,dear friends, Ramadan truly is a joyous time.  So I, Azalea wants to wish you the best Ramadan has to offer :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1173742627883305504?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1173742627883305504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1173742627883305504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1173742627883305504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-3221065567519860178</id><published>2010-08-08T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:19:57.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day</title><content type='html'>I went shopping with my mum and grandma today. Ugh. I thought by buying most of my Raya stuff in Saigon was sufficient to keep me away from that retched Jln. TAR. Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan wanted to get the rottan sofa reupholstered, so we had to go look for the materials. Mum got into a little misunderstanding with one of the sales girl. Apparently, she gave me this "bitch, please" look. And mum, being mum totally retaliate. Memang padan muka pon. That petty bitch from the pits had it coming her way, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after much (trying, on her part. She doesn't have that good of a command in the language) arguments in english - which is weird, since it's Kamdar, for crying out loud! - my mum gave her a sentence that probably shut her up for good. "If you value your job, I suggest you take my advice and drop the subject. Now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I felt oh so proud of my mum back then. I mean, not every mother in this world would go out of their way to defend her daughter like that. But I'm lucky enough to have a mum that does. And for that I am forever grateful. I love you, mummy dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've already gotten all my raya stuff (clothes wise, that is) I still manage to get some kain for baju kurung at home which is quality, and a plaid shirt. I love it. It's so hipster, tho. And tho I have nothing against hipsters, per se.. No, there's nothing wrong with looking hipster. It's A+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably it. Not much happened during the weekend other than the mundane rituals. But, BUT, I got a new book yesterday! To Kill A Mockingbird. It's great. My reading list is getting a bit heavier.. Don't mind, tho. My do enjoy feeding my language fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-3221065567519860178?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3221065567519860178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3221065567519860178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3221065567519860178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-day.html' title='another day'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8214744547358463291</id><published>2010-08-06T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:51:58.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll never put down my sword</title><content type='html'>Things come and go. It is a fact that I - and probably a bunch of other people as well, has come to terms with. But then again, just 'cos it's s fact, it doesn't mean that you just have to stand at the side lines and let it happen. No, I'm not going to do that, no sir! I'm going to fight back. Until it is truly over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be so close. And as time goes by, we grew apart.  I don't know about the rest, but I feel as if you don't tell me anything anymore. And maybe it's me. Maybe I wasn't that understanding. I'm sorry for that. Truly, I am. I want the absolute best for you, you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a gap. It's relatively big. Like two worlds separated by a river. Don't worry, love. I'm sure we can bridge things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-8214744547358463291?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8214744547358463291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-never-put-down-my-sword.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8214744547358463291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8214744547358463291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/08/ill-never-put-down-my-sword.html' title='i&apos;ll never put down my sword'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-6748373029083724144</id><published>2010-06-02T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:42:32.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought you ought to know; Chemistry wasn't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the essay. I know I screwed myself twice over for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-6748373029083724144?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6748373029083724144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/thought-you-ought-to-know-chemistry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6748373029083724144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6748373029083724144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/thought-you-ought-to-know-chemistry.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-2467006398345373099</id><published>2010-06-02T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:52:30.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like reading instructions in bloody japanese. donkey's cunt!</title><content type='html'>Never in all of my schooling life have I ever felt so sure that I am going to fail. The string of Gs, just keep on coming, don't they? At least that's how I feel right now. I mean, I screwed myself over my Maths ( Add Maths, too, of course) paper, Biology, and to add to the list, Chemistry. The only thing I feel sorta good about right now is Physics. And we all knew how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brilliantly&lt;/span&gt; that turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just quit school. God in heaven knows that I am struggling. Maybe I should take off, be a gypsy, get a pet lamb.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naw&lt;/span&gt;, that would never work out for me. I'm not one to live with only her clothes on her back.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhh. Chemistry is tomorrow. Oh, holy fook. You know, Form Four was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be Honey Moon Year. Well, so far there's nothing sweet about it, love. Okay, wait. I'm getting ahead of myself. I met some really nice people this year. I am always grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu,&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-2467006398345373099?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2467006398345373099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-like-reading-instructions-in-bloody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/2467006398345373099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/2467006398345373099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-like-reading-instructions-in-bloody.html' title='it&apos;s like reading instructions in bloody japanese. donkey&apos;s cunt!'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8947196355692848539</id><published>2010-06-01T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:52:30.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow's Add Maths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;*dies&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/5467472540755999393-8947196355692848539?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8947196355692848539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/tomorrows-add-maths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8947196355692848539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8947196355692848539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/06/tomorrows-add-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-3266337727950381709</id><published>2010-05-23T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:07:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i owe my blog this much to at least update it.</title><content type='html'>Exams are nearer, and I am, as always, nowhere near ready. I just started Sejarah, and that is the second paper mind you. It's one Tuesday. So, hopefully mum can let me take leave on Monday and study my sorry butt to at least the average B. Mum was right, the attorney world just wasn't cut out for me. Heavy reading is just so.. taxing for me. Except when it comes to Biology. I don't mind Bio. It's interesting. History? Hell no. Don't get me wrong, though. I love History. World Wars, The Malaysian Institution, Romans, Greeks, all the works. But the text book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exams are the holidays! Yeay! Then I'll be off to some unknown country. Having an adventure. Learn new cultures. Vietnam. That's where I am going. They went through hard times, they did. Probably more than we Malaysians suffered during the Brit's invasion. They were struck by their own country men, and had to rely on the Americans to help them pull through. So, as a result, they look up to them. Till now. They look at us "lowly" Asians as rubbish, and a pest. Oh, but when a fine English man walks by, they practically drop down and kiss their feet. It's disgusting, really. To be discriminated judging only by the colour of your skin. I mean, what is that? But sadly, that's the mentality that most people these days have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've said more than enough on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu,&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-3266337727950381709?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3266337727950381709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-owe-my-blog-this-much-to-at-least.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3266337727950381709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3266337727950381709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-owe-my-blog-this-much-to-at-least.html' title='i owe my blog this much to at least update it.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1928781695738462961</id><published>2010-04-30T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T17:55:08.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you for all those lovely birthday wishes. I appreciated it ever so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;And of course the absolute loveliest of all ladies, the Entourage who made the day all the more special. Thank you, thank you, thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yes, this post is a day late. Forgive me for I had no time yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1928781695738462961?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1928781695738462961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-for-all-those-lovely-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1928781695738462961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1928781695738462961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-for-all-those-lovely-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-7011446274912994788</id><published>2010-04-26T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:47:25.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture perfect memories scatter all around the floor</title><content type='html'>April is drawing to a close. And the month has treated me well, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autism Walk was a hit. The funds raised was tremendous, I was led to believe. The performances weren't lagging. Had fun with the Entourage, got a good exercise by walking, and there were no rempits, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was MPH. No, not the bookstore, but the Majlis Penyampaian Hadiah. I didn't trip on stage or whatever. Which was good. There was a girl however, who almost kissed Alainal's feet before she got the scroll. She recovered in the nick of time, fortunately. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That, ladies. Shows us why we must be ready before we venture to the world of heels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not self delusional enough to deny the anticipation of my up coming birthday. Yes, some people think it's cool to be so busy, that you'd actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tend&lt;/span&gt; to forget your own birthday (which, by the way, is just plain sad, to me). Hey, sixteen is a big number. Well, for most people at least. Some get their license (accompanied by a car), some get to go on their first date, and some can merely start going out with their friends, for once. Me? Well, I get older. Heck yeah! Then what? Nothing. Plain old nothing. Just another digit from the last. God in heaven, that's just pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know where I'm going with this. My birthday is this Thursday, and I wanted to skip in conjunction with that Choral Speaking thing. But, I'd figured I'd at least see the Entourage on that day. That's what's important, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that just about sums everything up. Hmm, I know it's not much. But, I was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; to update this thing. I refuse to abandon my blog completely. Even if tumblr is much more better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tumblr, do follow me at;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jemimapuddleduck.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://jemimapuddleduck.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where mischief can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surely&lt;/span&gt; be managed&lt;br /&gt;*wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, that was lame. Beam me up, Scottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-7011446274912994788?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7011446274912994788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-perfect-memories-scatter-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7011446274912994788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7011446274912994788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/picture-perfect-memories-scatter-all.html' title='picture perfect memories scatter all around the floor'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-3181427598307903445</id><published>2010-04-04T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:49:51.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after searching relentlessly for two days.. i can't resist to posting up the lyrics to the song that to me, is so beautiful;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I pray you’ll be our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and watch us where we go&lt;br /&gt;And help us to be wise,&lt;br /&gt;in times when we don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Let this be our prayer,&lt;br /&gt;when we lose our way&lt;br /&gt;Lead us to a place,&lt;br /&gt;guide us with your grace&lt;br /&gt;To a place where we’ll be safe.&lt;br /&gt;La luce che tu dai&lt;br /&gt;I pray we’ll find your light&lt;br /&gt;Nel cuore resterà&lt;br /&gt;And hold it in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;A ricordarci che&lt;br /&gt;When stars go out each night&lt;br /&gt;L’eterna stella sei&lt;br /&gt;Nella mia preghiera&lt;br /&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;br /&gt;Quanta fede c’è&lt;br /&gt;When shadows fill our day&lt;br /&gt;Lead us to a place&lt;br /&gt;Guide us with your grace&lt;br /&gt;Give us faith so we’ll be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sognamo un mondo senza più violenza&lt;br /&gt;Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza&lt;br /&gt;Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino&lt;br /&gt;Simbolo di pace e di fraternità&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La forza che ci dai&lt;br /&gt;We ask that life be kind&lt;br /&gt;È il desiderio che&lt;br /&gt;And watch us from above&lt;br /&gt;Ognuno trovi amore&lt;br /&gt;We hope each soul will find&lt;br /&gt;Intorno e dentro a sè&lt;br /&gt;Another soul to love&lt;br /&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;br /&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;br /&gt;Just like every child&lt;br /&gt;Just like every child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to find a place,&lt;br /&gt;guide us with your grace&lt;br /&gt;Give us faith so we’ll be safe&lt;br /&gt;E la fede che&lt;br /&gt;Hai acceso in noi&lt;br /&gt;Sento che ci salverà &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-3181427598307903445?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3181427598307903445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-searching-relentlessly-for-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3181427598307903445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3181427598307903445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-searching-relentlessly-for-two.html' title='after searching relentlessly for two days.. i can&apos;t resist to posting up the lyrics to the song that to me, is so beautiful;'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-7655438778679063696</id><published>2010-03-22T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:09:01.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy wings grow lighter</title><content type='html'>The first day of school turned out better than I expected. To kick start the day, I did not get a single-digit mark for Add Maths (yeah, baby!) and got relatively high marks for Biology. Relatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During English, Satan Santira asked who were the ones she gave four over five for grammar marks on summary, turns out she only issued the marks to two people in the class and I was one of them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aha, take that you Satan from the pits! The girl whom you doubt could speak a word of English last year, actually got flawless mark, grammar wise. So, my dear lovely teacher, you could just stuff your unwanted presumptions up where the sun don't shine, sunshine! 'Cos frankly, that's where they belong.&lt;/span&gt; The rest of the results, were pretty much mediocre. I guess my marks are ranging from Bs to Cs. And hopefully, a few As can be used as decorations to the boringly dull test slip that I'm sure will be coming out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trainee teachers has left. Poor Helinna. Naw, just kidding, love. Don't worry, I won't squeak about 3.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Just now, during Biology class, Chooi Fun told me about them, and how they &lt;s&gt;were&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;are&lt;/u&gt; in here Facebook. So me, being the nosy Parker that I am, asked for the names in order for me to search, then stalk them on Facebook. The first person I looked for was 3.5. Tsk, you know what? Lets call him Shannon &lt;s&gt;(that's the only name I know that rhymes with Syafiq)&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudders&lt;br /&gt;You should see the way he poses, good God! Honestly, Heli, I have no idea &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; you see in him. Sure, he's 22, and he's eligible. But, c'mon, Helinna, you can do better than that. Don't worry, we'll find you a nice hottie, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. I think that sums up the day.&lt;br /&gt;*groans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have frigging PJK tomorrow. Then, I have to stay back for Yellow House, which the teachers now call Topaz Yellow. Look, it doesn't even go. Topaz is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; yellow. It's goldenish/orange/&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;. Might as well call us Citrine Yellow. Sounds better. Do we even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to put the Jewels in? Seriously. And does it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to be Jewels? Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hearing my rants,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-7655438778679063696?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7655438778679063696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/stars-leans-down-to-kiss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7655438778679063696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7655438778679063696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/stars-leans-down-to-kiss-you.html' title='heavy wings grow lighter'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1836901667879871560</id><published>2010-03-16T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:36:43.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi, remember me?</title><content type='html'>Sorry that  this blog has been virtually dead, lately.. But if you're looking for a bit more life to it, please visit;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jemimapuddleduck.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://jemimapuddleduck.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your patience and cooperation is much oblige. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&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/5467472540755999393-1836901667879871560?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1836901667879871560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-remember-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1836901667879871560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1836901667879871560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-remember-me.html' title='hi, remember me?'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-2110995708056853514</id><published>2010-03-06T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:55:23.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it weird</title><content type='html'>That the exams are not freaking me out yet? 'Cos I should be, but I just feel.. I feel nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and before I forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good luck to all the SPM Candidates in 09'! Hope you excel with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;yi&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;g &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;. Especially you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Nafisah Anafi&lt;/span&gt;! I know you'll do great! So don't sweat too much, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-2110995708056853514?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2110995708056853514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-it-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/2110995708056853514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/2110995708056853514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-it-weird.html' title='is it weird'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1543508174509770654</id><published>2010-02-27T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:13:40.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>antabax</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I don't even know why a sanitizer is my title..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, hi there. Remember me? Yeah, it's been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprised myself by actually studying &lt;s&gt;a little&lt;/s&gt; today. I did bio, and hopefully I wont fail. Since you know, Pn Illyani is probably gonna deduct up to 10 marks of my formative. Shyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family had breakfast/lunch at Berjaya in Bangsar today. Seriously, I missed the wantan mee, and the yummy yong tau foo. You just can't get that taste anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aunty that jaga the nasi campur section was really nice. I mean when I asked for the dinding she gave me extra sambal and all that. And the abang who takes all the orders for the drinks still remember our usuals. Good to know we make such an impact. The last time we ate there was like in '08. So yeah, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was eating there, I noticed that they were a lot of different races. Malay, Chinese, Indian.. Mat salleh pun ade. And it made me feel something nice. Like harmonious, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel down. I haven't got a clue why. I just feel over stressed. Like last week, it was horrible. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excruciatingly&lt;/span&gt; so. I am telling you I have too much extra co-curricular. Monday, Orchestra, Tuesday, tennis and yellow house (at the same time!), then it's English Lit during Thursday. God, I have to do something about Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Skandar Keynes obsession, has gone a little too far. So, I'm cutting back, I suppose. It's not good to go over board on stuff. That is the way the Jews work. Keterlaluan lah kata kan. So yeah, everything in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget, it's frank. Not Frank. As in it is not a name. It is a word. Definition; truthful, blunt. Is that any better Nadiah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1543508174509770654?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1543508174509770654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/antabax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1543508174509770654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1543508174509770654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/antabax.html' title='antabax'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-2271713408126806337</id><published>2010-02-16T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:40:56.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"wait, you're half donkey?"</title><content type='html'>That line was utterly funny! It was from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percy Jackson&lt;/span&gt;, by the way. I tell you, when the movie first started, Nadiah was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;squeezing&lt;/span&gt; my hand like mad. God bless that child. But, really. I'm one to talk. Considering I'll be acting like that, if not far worse, when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voyage Of the Dawn Treader&lt;/span&gt; hits theaters. And I expect that all my besties would offer me their loving hand for me to grip while I struggle to keep my breathing in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, admitted. Logan &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lemur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Lerman (Oh c'mon, mate. You've got to admit it humorous)  was kinda cool in the movie. He's a lovely suitor, Nadiah. A good choice, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the movie there was a few hours before Valentine's Day starts. So we decided to go to Boarders. Which, by the way, is like in a whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diffrent building&lt;/span&gt;, I might add. So we were walking and laughing up at the sun, when suddenly, Helinna grabbed my arm and was like squirming. Then I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the hell lah kan&lt;/span&gt;, and her face, I swear was like all red and she was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skandar. That..b-b- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SKANDAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course him being the love of my life, and me, being positive that we were mend to be, actually though it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was&lt;/span&gt; Skandar Keynes taking a walk at sunny old lil' Malaysia. So Helinna pointed me to the direction of "Skandar" when I saw a probably 5"8 figure, who had just took off his white hoodie/jacket and has slinged it over one shoulder with his index finger acting as the hook. Oh yes, he sure did look like Skandar from the back. I mean, tall, black shaggy hair, fair skin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the works&lt;/span&gt;. And me being me, nearly fainted right there in the middle of the Curve Walk or whatever it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little after half an hour after that, we were all sprawled at some Kopitiam place and happily chit-chatting while snapping away pictures to capture the sweet memories. When all of a sudden one of my dear lovely friends shouted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Skandar!"&lt;/span&gt;. As I turn and followed Charmaine's gaze, I realised it was "Skandar", making a phone call, and pacing right by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; table. And yes, I got a full view of his face. And no, he is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; Skandar Keynes. Talk about short lived. Anyway, this Skandar Wanna Be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; all that I've said earlier, yes. But he also has a face closely resembling of a pepperoni pizza! Yes, that's right. Zits every where. Whilst, the guy I crave has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skin as smooth as satin&lt;/span&gt;, and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;complection as clear as glass&lt;/span&gt;, and has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheeks and lips tainted with the delicious sin in the form of Turkish Delight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough of the mushy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this Skandar Wanna Be turns to leave, he past behind me and this dear sweet Charmaine was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azalea! Skandar's behind you!&lt;/span&gt;, while pointing at him! Oh, God. Talk about jakun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by at Boarders, followed by a candy shop which I forgot it's name (tho, it's in the same row as Cupcake Chic) and then rush back to the Cineplex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day was real refreshing. After the Percy Jackson, thing I mean. It was nice to see some light chick-flick with the girls. Carter Jenkin's was great in that. Totally classic. Being caught getting ready to have sex with a girl by the mum of the girl you're about to have sex with. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naked&lt;/span&gt;. And only have the sanctuary and protection of your guitar. Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all; it was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; guys so much :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-2271713408126806337?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2271713408126806337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/wait-youre-half-donkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/2271713408126806337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/2271713408126806337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/wait-youre-half-donkey.html' title='&quot;wait, you&apos;re half donkey?&quot;'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5658552709339690326</id><published>2010-02-06T22:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:05:24.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calm, collected and commandin'</title><content type='html'>That shall be my new motto :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an epiphany! Though it may not be new to some people, this just hit me. Hard. From now on I am going to work my tail off to get that high achiever crap in school. I mean, we gotta work hard for what we want, and I realised that it's not going to just fall magically in my hands. Sure, I got lucky in my previous exams. But that doesn't mean that I'll have the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt; again. God may want to judge this, I admit, overly indulgent subject of His. So, as to assure that I get that yummy scholarship, I'm working to be on top of my class. Which, by the way is going to need some serious hard work. Considering all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sofeas&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalpanas&lt;/span&gt; around. But no matter, I can always try. And pray. Oh dear God, pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can't beat them, but maybe I'll be good enough to accept a scholarship from Petronas or what not to send me to study in England. &lt;s&gt;Hopefully where ever&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt; is studying.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He does not control my future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He does not control my future, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He does not control my future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if  he&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; my future?&lt;br /&gt;Can it, Azalea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening some of Arctic Monkeys songs on replays now. I dunno why, I just started and I can't stop. But I don't really mind, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed &lt;u&gt;Merentas Desa&lt;/u&gt; today! It dawned on me that I have never, I repeat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; missed Merentas Desa out of my life in Sri Aman. And I missed it today, tho. I feel quite disappointed. But I'll be sure to not miss it next year (Insya-Allah). I promise, Topaz, I wont let you down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athira is being a bitch. Why oh why does this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; surprises me? I really don't know what's her problem with the others is. I mean, I get if she wants to talk about me only, but talk about the rest of the Entourage to another member of the Entourage is just plain wrong. 'Specially the ones who did nothing wrong to her. But then again, I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; didn't do anything to her. She just hates for breathing. &lt;s&gt;Well I hate you for looking like a rat. And 'cos your perangai macam babi pukimak sial&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And enough about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the Chinese New Year holidays! Yeay, I get to hang out with the Entourage. Hopefully we'll get those tickets to see Percy Jackson. And Nadiah can wet the floor with her drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih. I'd better go do something productive. Like studying. Whoop-de-bloody-doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao bellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Eddie Redmayne is hot :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5658552709339690326?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5658552709339690326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/calm-collected-and-commandin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5658552709339690326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5658552709339690326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/calm-collected-and-commandin.html' title='calm, collected and commandin&apos;'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8630699432199126495</id><published>2010-02-06T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:06:48.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omfg stands for oh my frying goose</title><content type='html'>Well to me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom doesn't go well with me. It really doesn't. Sometimes I feel like shooting a bullet to my foot just to see how much it'd hurt. Obviously I can't even do that! I mean, where in God's name am I gonna get a gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homagod, Taylor Swift beat Lady Gaga for the Album of the Year Award! OMFG, what has the world come to? It's absurd, I tell you! See, now I have to agree with Kanye West. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining lately. I like it a lot. The pitter-patter of the rain against my rooftop is somewhat soothing for me. It also doesn't hurt that the cold breeze suits me better than the blazing hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gedik people should just shrivel up and die,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-8630699432199126495?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8630699432199126495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/omfg-stands-for-oh-my-frying-goose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8630699432199126495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8630699432199126495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/omfg-stands-for-oh-my-frying-goose.html' title='omfg stands for oh my frying goose'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-319770740898253428</id><published>2010-02-03T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:16:53.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-319770740898253428?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/319770740898253428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/319770740898253428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/319770740898253428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-334947926586125738</id><published>2010-01-30T12:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:36:28.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hot dayyyyyum!</title><content type='html'>Do not judge me, i was dying of boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bold the names of guys you’d definitely sex it up with.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Italicize the names of guys you might fuck after a little persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Leave the guys who don’t do anything for you alone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put a  question mark after the guys you’ve never heard of. ?&lt;br /&gt;5. Strike the  guys you wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole.&lt;br /&gt;6. Add three more guys  to the list. &lt;p&gt;Jack Barakat ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Heath Ledger&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rupert Grint&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gabe Saporta?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Samuel L. Jackson&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hayden Christensen&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ian Somerhalder&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Shia Lebouf&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sean William Scott?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Patrick Stump?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;John Hannah?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hugh Grant&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Colin Firth&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nick Santino?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leonardo Di Caprio&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Billy Zane?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chris Brown&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vin Diesel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Paul Walker?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;James Marsden&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Simon Cowell&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pete Wentz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Elijah Wood&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tobey Maguire&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;James Franco&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Gomez&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alex Gaskarth&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nick Jonas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sean Connery?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ben Gibbard?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Brendon Urie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Adam Brody&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Emile Hirsch?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eric Halvorsen?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackson Rathbone&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jay Baruchel?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Patrick Cassels?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ryan Donowho?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tyson Ritter&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jason Segel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Paul Rudd?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seth Rogen?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bill Hader?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kevin Jonas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Robert Schwartzman&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Matt Prokop?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tom Felton&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Moseley&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Josh Montgomery&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Corbin Bleu&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ed Westwick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael Bruno?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;David Henrie&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Josh Ocean?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;John Stamos?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kevin Smith?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;John O’Callaghan?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shane Dawson?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jon Gosselin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stephen Gomez&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ricky Martin&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ben Affleck&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jared Leto&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jude Law&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jerry Pierce?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chris Pine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Brandon Flowers?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Evan Peters?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Devon Sawa?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ashton Kutcher&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gerard Butler&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;David Beckham&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;George St-Pierre?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danny Jones&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alexander Skarsgård?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Paul Wesley?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dougie Poynter&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;John Cena?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Brett Lee?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Calvin Harris?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kellan Lutz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tom Hardy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Charlie Hunnam?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chris Evans&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jonathan Rhys Meyers&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mark Salling&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Josh Hartnett&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Zacky Vengeance?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;William Beckett?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;John Krasinski?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alex Kapranos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eric Dane?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tae-Yang?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Antonio Banderas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Craig Owens?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oliver Sykes?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dan Hunter?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Howard Donald?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spencer Chamberlain?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aaron Gillespie?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ed Minton?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vincent Frank?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Johnny Christ?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chris Colfer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael Guy Chislett?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Patrick Dempsey&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jensen Ackles?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jared Padalecki?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Misha Collins?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Harry Lloyd?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Noel Fielding?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Russell Brand&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hugh Jackman&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Martin Starr&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Robert Downey Jr&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cory Monteith&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jason Schwartzman?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joseph Gordon-Levitt&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pete Doherty&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Curtis Ward&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ash Stymest?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Micah Kinard?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cole Mohr?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Luke Worrall?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Robert Sheehan?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Julian Casablancas?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fabrizio Moretti?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nick Valensi?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Matthew Lillard?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gaspard Ulliel&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicholas Hoult&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Demitri Martin?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hunter Parrish&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Justin Chatwin?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Owen Wilson&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chace Crawford&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Matthew Morrison?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Steven Tyler&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Enrique Iglesias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aaron Johnson &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(tho I'm not so sure anymore, what  with the baby that's on it's way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;George Craig&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alex Watson&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Max Hurd?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jonathon Thorne?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tom Sykes?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chris Pennells?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dom Howard?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spencer Smith?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joe McElderry?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chris Cornell?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pierce Brosnan?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;George Clooney&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;John Mayer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucas Till&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penn Badgley&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gabriel Aubry?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Trey Songz?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jamie Bell?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ewan McGregor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Justin Hartley?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anderson Cooper&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mitch Hewer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Freddie Stroma&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael Cera?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kevin McHale&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Skandar Keynes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Matt Bomer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Zachary Quinto&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Milo Ventimiglia&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Caleb Turman?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kyle Gallner?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dijon Talton?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Josh Francheschi?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tom Delonge&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Taylor York?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;John Grimes?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Edward Grimes?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gary Barlow?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leon Jackson?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tom Fletcher&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lee Donghae?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eunhyuk&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Leeteuk?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;M. Shadows?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joel Madden&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Benji Madden&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ryan Hunter?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jesse Lacey?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anthony Green?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tobey Maguire&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Kanye West&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Brandon Lee?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Conor Oberst?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Eminem&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ben Stiller&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jim Carrey&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael Pitt&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Adam Lazzara?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ryan Gosling&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Landon Liboiron&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ryan Reynolds&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Zach Gilford?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rodrigo Santoro?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Matt Czuchry?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Garrett Nickelsen?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kennedy Brock&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kyle Burns?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Logan Lerman ( ooh, look it, Nadiah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Matt Lanter?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chris Kamrada?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nate Novarro?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Christofer Drew?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mitchell Davis?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gerard Way&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Adam Siska?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Johnny Minardi?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Justin Richards?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Adam Young&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;St£fan?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stephen Jerzak?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jordan Witzigreuter?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lamoni Finlayson?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rafael Nadal?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Roger Federer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Marat Safin?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Josh Holloway?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Henry Cavill?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Matthew McConaughey&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jeffrey Dean Morgan?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Benjamin Bratt?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Josh Duhamel?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Adam Levine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hugh Laurie?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Brian Fallon?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vinnie Caruana?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Neil Patrick Harris?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Craig Ferguson?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Andy Roddick?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joel McHale?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Steve Talley?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jake Siegel?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jack Marin?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alex Turner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom Sturridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-334947926586125738?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/334947926586125738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-not-judge-me-i-was-dying-of-boredom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/334947926586125738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/334947926586125738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-not-judge-me-i-was-dying-of-boredom.html' title='oh hot dayyyyyum!'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5015859782710068556</id><published>2010-01-26T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:44:32.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't really get what her deal really was.. but then, maybe she's going through menapause?</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love school. Aside from the home-works, and house practice and all of the other malarkies.. it's well, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam today.. Me and Amanda (plus Hanis and Lydia and some other people) were kicked out of the class 'cos we forgot - more like we didn't know - to bring our text book for BM. So, as a result we had to run around through the whole form and try to find another class yang bawak the text book. But then, surprise surprise! Not a single class was supposed to bring on that day. So we were at the class kat atas the office, which by the way is three storeys high, and asked for the books. Amanda was asking Flippy wether she has it, and she said she has. So I eve's drop on their convo and ta-da! I dapat tahu which one's her bag and at what class. So I ran for it. Amanda realizing what I was up to, ran after me. All the while tugging and pulling me back. And once I got infron of her, I sort of blocked her with me arms (which she later on confessed that she was seriously thinking about jumping over it. But she thought better of it 'cos she takut she'll trip and die). And whilst we were pushing and tugging we ran  into Puan Santira the Satan and she was obviously mad, and started saying something that I can't comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately though, it was Amanda who got to the book first (shyt). But on the upside, we decided to share :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like BM! Don't don't don't! It is so memeningkan D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, bellas,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5015859782710068556?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5015859782710068556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-really-get-what-her-deal-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5015859782710068556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5015859782710068556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-really-get-what-her-deal-really.html' title='i don&apos;t really get what her deal really was.. but then, maybe she&apos;s going through menapause?'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1867707795472102060</id><published>2010-01-25T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:16:57.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/S1xyUKncuRI/AAAAAAAAADw/Cnj00p6_9KY/s1600-h/glee1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/S1xyUKncuRI/AAAAAAAAADw/Cnj00p6_9KY/s320/glee1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430340941474740498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I love glee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1867707795472102060?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1867707795472102060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-yes-i-love-glee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1867707795472102060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1867707795472102060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-yes-i-love-glee.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/S1xyUKncuRI/AAAAAAAAADw/Cnj00p6_9KY/s72-c/glee1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-4682110465151204348</id><published>2010-01-16T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:30:25.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intoxicated, flying high</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/S1Fw7tJEN-I/AAAAAAAAADo/FrGVtx74HKU/s1600-h/mariah-carey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/S1Fw7tJEN-I/AAAAAAAAADo/FrGVtx74HKU/s320/mariah-carey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427243196990371810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those road trips me and my parents used to take. Driving down/up the long and winding road while listening to Miss Mariah Carey singing until her lungs &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(should)&lt;/span&gt; burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so cooped up in the house these past few days. Makes me look forward to all those extra co-curricular activities lining up. And trust me, this is a very rare case. Thus makes my situation very, very pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I have GOT to start reading&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Great Expectations&lt;/span&gt;. Brush up on my literature, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert is so brilliant! Seriously, I love him! He is so much better than that &lt;s&gt;joke&lt;/s&gt; Kris Allen. He gives us something to look at. Performance wise.&lt;br /&gt;*biggrin&lt;br /&gt;Whereas Kris Allen is so been-there-done-that. In fact, I think the sole reason why Adam Lambert didn't win American Idol is 'cos there was a rumour that he was well, gay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that's not fair&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I am still holding on to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Charlie McDonell. He is just so brilliantly funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my condolences to my dear friend Charmaine. Who lost her beloved Ricchi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-4682110465151204348?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4682110465151204348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/intoxicated-flying-high.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4682110465151204348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4682110465151204348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/intoxicated-flying-high.html' title='intoxicated, flying high'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/S1Fw7tJEN-I/AAAAAAAAADo/FrGVtx74HKU/s72-c/mariah-carey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-19932155484630685</id><published>2010-01-13T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:15:16.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your laughter's liquid,</title><content type='html'>Ahh, utter bliss. Yes, that is what form four has been believe it or not. Classes are fun. Especially Chemistry and Add Maths. &lt;s&gt;Shoot me, 'cos I sound like a total geek.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths today was again, nothing but laughs. Sorry, Encik Cheah. It's not that we are laughing at you. More like laughing with you. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;*wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agama was cool too. Even tho I swear the Ustazah &lt;s&gt;is a sadist from the pits&lt;/s&gt; has her PMSee days. But other than that. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM, holy God, BM. What can I say? I malu. I mean, me. An anak melayu who can't pass BM to save her life.  And one look at the format, I instantly know that I am gonna get a friggin F.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah shoved a Logan Lerman print out to my face today. She's obviously gonna keep that picture in her file. &lt;s&gt;And maybe &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wank&lt;/span&gt; herself through the boring classes&lt;/s&gt; Eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4SC is great. We get along quite well, us classmates :) Maybe it's because we have the same wave-length? I'm glad I have Helinna and Amanda with me. They definitely contribute to the enjoyment factor for this year. And I miss the rest of my Entourage. I can never see the iklan on telly and not think of you guys :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Is that updated enough for you, Nadiah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time baby-boos,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-19932155484630685?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/19932155484630685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-laughters-liquid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/19932155484630685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/19932155484630685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-laughters-liquid.html' title='your laughter&apos;s liquid,'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-7552416785152108244</id><published>2010-01-02T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:17:30.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes, laughs and flashing lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/Sz9B7e--OAI/AAAAAAAAADg/wZgXvqVwyzg/s1600-h/mcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/Sz9B7e--OAI/AAAAAAAAADg/wZgXvqVwyzg/s320/mcd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422124966562641922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one heck of a good day. Had lunch with The Entourage (yes, I know it's from a TV show. And calling my friends the Entourage does not make me the most original person on the planet. So sue me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people were so &lt;s&gt;UN-&lt;/s&gt;fashionably late (grrr), but other than that everything was hunky dory and smooth sailing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts on Monday. What a drag.  But the good news is; I've been waiting to enter Form Four since forever. So, heh. I guess you can say I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I was nearly killed on New Year. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tally ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and not forgetting;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rocking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was nearly killed on New Year. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-7552416785152108244?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7552416785152108244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/jokes-laughs-and-flashing-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7552416785152108244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7552416785152108244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/jokes-laughs-and-flashing-lights.html' title='jokes, laughs and flashing lights'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/Sz9B7e--OAI/AAAAAAAAADg/wZgXvqVwyzg/s72-c/mcd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-7492516031042590393</id><published>2009-12-25T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:59:17.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still can't wrap my head around it,</title><content type='html'>I feel utterly content right now. It's done. I now know my share of the trade. And, I can't be any happier. I suppose the first person I gotta thank is my mum. Thanks to her constant &lt;s&gt;nagging&lt;/s&gt; reminder, I am where I am. Then it must be the friend's and family's for all their doas. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on devine intervention. That's what made the whole thing whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's save to say that I am very much happy with where I am right now, and the state that I am in. &lt;s&gt;And to all of you who has a problem with it can just bugger off&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss Charmaine! And Nadiah, Izarra and Helinna! I miss all of you, not forgetting Emily too &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you have time from your oh so busy schedule, maybe you could squeez in your grumpy friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Miss you loads &lt;s&gt;till I'm pining&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-7492516031042590393?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7492516031042590393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-still-cant-wrap-my-head-around-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7492516031042590393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7492516031042590393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-still-cant-wrap-my-head-around-it.html' title='i still can&apos;t wrap my head around it,'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1605368144164975862</id><published>2009-12-24T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:31:57.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days and mondays always get me down,</title><content type='html'>And I suppose the reason that I am extremely happy is 'cos that it's reasonably sunny and it's a Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;*laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day was as good as mine,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1605368144164975862?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1605368144164975862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/rainy-days-and-mondays-always-gets-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1605368144164975862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1605368144164975862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/rainy-days-and-mondays-always-gets-me.html' title='rainy days and mondays always get me down,'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8069432772802842959</id><published>2009-12-22T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:20:28.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just watched four christmas movies in one shot. pathetic, i know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hi, monsters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today. Just got back from running errands for Mum. While I was running about, guess who I bumped into. Yes Emily, you guessed it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, I don't understand the whole 'you know you want me' jab. &lt;s&gt;'Cos frankly, by the looks of him, anyway, who does?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today is Charmaine's birthday, so ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Charmaine! Love you gila gila, sayang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously not in that way. 'Cos I am one hundred per cent not gay. Though I am quite bendy ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bigsigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just not much going on. Most of the Sayangs are away. Nadiah is in Johor, and Charmaine is in Taiwan. The only ones who are actually gonna be here on that dreadful day is me, Izarra and Helinna. I am not sure about Emily, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, bellas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-8069432772802842959?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8069432772802842959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-watched-four-christmas-movie-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8069432772802842959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8069432772802842959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-watched-four-christmas-movie-and.html' title='i just watched four christmas movies in one shot. pathetic, i know.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-4665903559017331262</id><published>2009-12-21T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:11:34.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk walk passion baby</title><content type='html'>I do not know what to blog about so, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm a free beetch, baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-4665903559017331262?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4665903559017331262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/walk-walk-passion-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4665903559017331262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4665903559017331262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/walk-walk-passion-baby.html' title='walk walk passion baby'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-7206495776427048709</id><published>2009-12-18T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:06:42.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Selamat Menyambut Awal Muharram, dear muslim friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy new year.&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/5467472540755999393-7206495776427048709?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7206495776427048709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/selamat-menyambut-awal-muharram-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7206495776427048709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7206495776427048709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/selamat-menyambut-awal-muharram-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-3074159531594307698</id><published>2009-12-18T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:47:42.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i swear, i am such a kiss up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/SyuHGltzc5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/h2sz6LCtSBw/s1600-h/robert+pattinson.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416571524116345746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/SyuHGltzc5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/h2sz6LCtSBw/s320/robert+pattinson.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To enlarge, click &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/SyuHGltzc5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/h2sz6LCtSBw/s1600-h/robert+pattinson.bmp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He LIKED it. He is just so sweet. Love him. Hope he really did listen on the coming to Malaysia thing. Homagod, I can't wait ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-3074159531594307698?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3074159531594307698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-swear-i-am-such-kiss-up.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3074159531594307698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3074159531594307698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-swear-i-am-such-kiss-up.html' title='i swear, i am such a kiss up'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/SyuHGltzc5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/h2sz6LCtSBw/s72-c/robert+pattinson.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-436872637593818469</id><published>2009-12-17T16:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:41:11.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag season's back, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;ABC About You Questions:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - AVAILABLE:&lt;br /&gt;Available available? Or&lt;em&gt; available&lt;/em&gt; available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - BIRTHDAY:&lt;br /&gt;April 29th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSHING ON:&lt;br /&gt;Tom Sturridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD:&lt;br /&gt;Some weird lime juice with shaved ice and jelly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO:&lt;br /&gt;My Sayangs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG:&lt;br /&gt;I Love Rock and Roll- Joan Jett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS:&lt;br /&gt;Gummy Bears, hands down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN:&lt;br /&gt;Petaling Jaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH:&lt;br /&gt;That oh so hot, oh so smexy, oh so funny, boy that goes by the name of Skandar Amin Casper Keynes &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - JUGGLE: &lt;br /&gt;I tried to juggle eggs once. Trust me, it was messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE: &lt;br /&gt;If I did that, I wouldn't be here blogging, would I? I'd be in jail, you schmuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE:&lt;br /&gt;PJ to Penang. Five friggin hours, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - MILKSHAKE FLAVOR:&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: &lt;br /&gt;Only cild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH:&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be able to take flying classes when I'm a surgeon. That'd be a hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST:&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah. The call sucked out ALL my credit. Thanks -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - REASON TO SMILE: &lt;br /&gt;I have his Twitter, AND talked to Robert. The &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; Robert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD:&lt;br /&gt;Video Phone - Beyonce feat. Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP:&lt;br /&gt;7.45 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - UNDERWEAR COLOR/PATTERN:&lt;br /&gt;Lemme check. Blushing pink ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S):&lt;br /&gt;I have no qualms with any veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;I fell. They had to check wether or not I broke my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - YOYOS ARE:&lt;br /&gt;Yoyos. They resemble life. Sometimes we're up, and sometimes we're down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN:&lt;br /&gt;Taurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;About You:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name without vowels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;A&lt;/s&gt;Z&lt;s&gt;A&lt;/s&gt;L&lt;s&gt;E&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;A&lt;/s&gt; N&lt;s&gt;U&lt;/s&gt;R Q&lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt;ST&lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt;N&lt;s&gt;A&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= ZL NR QSTN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite color?:&lt;br /&gt;Mauve. It's a made up colour. It's just a sad excuse for purple, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to? :&lt;br /&gt;Rock and Roll All Night and Party Everyday - KISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now? :&lt;br /&gt;Life. It has been treating me well, so far. But as always, it could get a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite class in school? :&lt;br /&gt;Science. Call me a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you start back at school/college? :&lt;br /&gt;Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you outgoing? :&lt;br /&gt;I am, I suppose. But tell me to say hi to him, and I'll run the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pair of shoes? :&lt;br /&gt;Pumps and Espadrills &lt;3&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;CANS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth? :&lt;br /&gt;Tried it. Almost bit my tounge off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?:&lt;br /&gt;Not to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you walk with your toes curled?:&lt;br /&gt;As in ballet? No, I don't think I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DO'S&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets?:&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles?:&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic?:&lt;br /&gt;There is bomoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Satan?:&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Koran says they exist. So they exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Santa?:&lt;br /&gt;Ho-no-no !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters?:&lt;br /&gt;I am more of a carousel at the mo. But been on a roller coaster I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows? :&lt;br /&gt;What? Like in FearFactor? Bitch, you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Constant traveller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked someone out?:&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Sayangs lets cause a rampage in Yemen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone?:&lt;br /&gt;No, not in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have. I miss going diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever painted your nails?:&lt;br /&gt;I am girl. 'Course I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside?:&lt;br /&gt;It's rather cold out. So, 27, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to?:&lt;br /&gt;Mostly Hitz and Fly. But I rely more on my MP3. Stations play crappy music sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at? :&lt;br /&gt;Ikea's Foodcourt. Hope that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?:&lt;br /&gt;New Moon movie tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing on TV you watched?:&lt;br /&gt;Leverage &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE WHOS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?:&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to?:&lt;br /&gt;Mummy dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next tagged:&lt;br /&gt;Izarra,&lt;br /&gt;Nafisah,&lt;br /&gt;Emily,&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine,&lt;br /&gt;Nadirah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, bellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-436872637593818469?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/436872637593818469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/tag-seasons-back-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/436872637593818469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/436872637593818469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/tag-seasons-back-baby.html' title='tag season&apos;s back, baby!'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-6884362727140236078</id><published>2009-12-16T18:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:23:47.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want your drama the touch of your hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cos I can fall asleep in those eyes, like a waterbed..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well is it really my fault? He has the most dreamy eyes I've ever seen on a guy. Or girl, for that matter. Haiya, loves! It's been a while since I've been here. &lt;s&gt;And it looks as though I missed nothing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I got his Twitter, I've been visiting that site religiously. And in truth, it's kinda rubbing off on me. Tweet tweet tweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Merlin yesterday. And it was.. kinda like a whirl pool. I don't wanna be sucked into it ('cos of the whole Arthur and Gwen thing) but yet i am.. 'Cos well, I friggin love the show! &lt;s&gt;And hello ? Have you not seen Merlin&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am sure anyone who has seen the series knows that Arthur looks best with Morgana. Homagod, Nadiah! Guess what?! Mom read the synopsis and she said Gwen cheated on Arthur. But with Lancelotte, no no no. But with Merlin!&lt;br /&gt;*Gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for our dream cast eh, Nadiah? And do you know what is the reason she turned to Merlin? It's because Arthur &lt;em&gt;kaki perempuan&lt;/em&gt;. Sorry, Nad. I don't think we can use him as Arthur after all :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, good news is, Wiki kata that Nimueh's gonna come back! Yessssssssss, I live baby! Whoop di doo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't Guinevere a &lt;em&gt;Lady&lt;/em&gt;. She's not a maid. Bangang punye producers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a two hour phone call with Nadiah dearest after the show. Somewhat like a review. But as always, we tend to drift away from the subject at hand, and go some place tottaly irrelevent, and also mind numbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah kata &lt;em&gt;"..I can only imagine you with him. I dunno why. You guys just make a cute couple,"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course after being told that, I was ecstatic! My mind was so wrapped up around it that I actually dreamed of him. Funny, he got down on one knee. I wonder what that could mean ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at three yesterday. After we hang up at two, I spent an hour fretting. You know what's coming 'round the corner. And just thinking about it makes bile rise up to my stomach. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayangs, I miss you. A lot. I am sucha mess at home. Not being able to hang out with you people is hazardous to my health. Even Nafisah commented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yaya, don't you go out? Go out with your friendslah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about it, people. I gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J'adore et l'amour ton, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-6884362727140236078?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6884362727140236078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-your-drama-touch-of-your-hand.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6884362727140236078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6884362727140236078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-your-drama-touch-of-your-hand.html' title='i want your drama the touch of your hand'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1192412290289740946</id><published>2009-12-13T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:35:19.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm, i'm sorta used to a one liner kinda post. blame twitter</title><content type='html'>So, this week has just been perfect. Robert Pattinson said &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/tcbci"&gt;" azalea is awesome " &lt;/a&gt;. Yeah, it wasn't really his idea of saying that. I put the words into his mouth. Yes, I chatted with him. On MSN ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skandar Keynes left his old Twitter. But he made a new one. But, yet again, it is set to private. Fortunately enough he made the decision to allow me to follow him. Guess he thought I wasn't some deranged stalker. &lt;s&gt;He was wrong.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it. Oh right and follow me at &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/aelazaazalea"&gt;my Twitter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao bellas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1192412290289740946?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1192412290289740946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm-im-kinda-used-to-one-liner-kinda.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1192412290289740946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1192412290289740946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm-im-kinda-used-to-one-liner-kinda.html' title='hmm, i&apos;m sorta used to a one liner kinda post. blame twitter'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1815170709179447786</id><published>2009-12-11T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:40:42.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hickery dickory dock,</title><content type='html'>The mouse ran up the clock,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1815170709179447786?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1815170709179447786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/hickery-dickory-dock.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1815170709179447786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1815170709179447786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/hickery-dickory-dock.html' title='hickery dickory dock,'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-870214993497165453</id><published>2009-12-08T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:10:54.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's my monkey man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/Sx4XsC0wWbI/AAAAAAAAADI/c6Uncn42TKo/s1600-h/5894_111013538978_551318978_2117844_4617416_n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412789847585741234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/Sx4XsC0wWbI/AAAAAAAAADI/c6Uncn42TKo/s320/5894_111013538978_551318978_2117844_4617416_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haa, I just find this picture extreamly funny XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Azalea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-870214993497165453?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/870214993497165453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-my-monkey-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/870214993497165453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/870214993497165453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-my-monkey-man.html' title='that&apos;s my monkey man'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/Sx4XsC0wWbI/AAAAAAAAADI/c6Uncn42TKo/s72-c/5894_111013538978_551318978_2117844_4617416_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5036646499623160045</id><published>2009-12-08T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:53:08.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homagod homagod! oh. my. god.</title><content type='html'>Oh my God, I just saw something that was freaking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Skandar Keynes's Twitter, and he tweeted the same thing as I did! Oh my God, totally cool and freaky, check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before judging someone you should always walk a mile in their shoes. That way, you'll be a mile ahead of them and you'll have their shoes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before u criticize someone,u should walk a mile in their shoes, That way,when u criticize them, u r a mile away from them,&amp;amp;uhave their shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, this is so exciting! It's either we think alike, or he saw it on my twitter and I've inspired him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggling uncontrolably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I posted this little quotation first. He posted this on November 16th, and I posted it on October 23. Ahh, bliss.. It's as if, we were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am getting a head of myself. But really, that little quote over there inspired me not to be so judgmental towards people. And it's a little cool to be ahead and get to keep their shoes ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On cloud nine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5036646499623160045?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5036646499623160045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-god-just-think-on-how-well-we.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5036646499623160045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5036646499623160045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-god-just-think-on-how-well-we.html' title='homagod homagod! oh. my. god.'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-3262900562579059742</id><published>2009-12-07T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:33:57.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"you're sorta beautiful"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These violent delights have violent ends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which as they kiss, consume.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, two days ago I watch &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt; again. And I am happy to say, that it was awesome! Kristen Stewart didn't get some of the Jacob scenes right, I think. I have absolutely no complaints for the rest of the cast! Ohmagod, Jasper.. He is so, so funny! In all his parts. Well, execpt for the wanting to snap at Bella, okay, that wasn't so funny. But then, the crowd was laughing like hell. It was purely- okay, most of them were melays. Huff. Seriously, they came in groups, smallest three. And between that group, theres only one person who &lt;em&gt;sorta&lt;/em&gt; understands the story. 'Cos of all the metafores, I think. And they laughed they're butts off when Bella said Jacob was beautiful. What the hell? Like there is something wrong with calling a guy beautiful? I swear. And then when it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; time for the jokes, nobody laughed. Only me, my mom and some roudy mat sals. And they were giving&lt;em&gt; us&lt;/em&gt; the glare. The nerve of some people. Tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ending, when Edward said, &lt;em&gt;"Marry me first,"&lt;/em&gt; they were like, &lt;em&gt;".. Ape ending macam ni, siott!"&lt;/em&gt; and seorang lagi was like, &lt;em&gt;"... No, ape ending macam nie! Eh, nak tepok tak?"&lt;/em&gt; and her friend was like &lt;em&gt;"Tak payah."&lt;/em&gt; I sometimes seriously wonder, don't they know how &lt;strong&gt;jakun&lt;/strong&gt; they sound? Seriously, it's like they have no &lt;s&gt;right&lt;/s&gt; exposure. And heck, I'm only fifteen and I know to shut my damn phone off during a movie! God, people! Can't you read? Turn. Off. Your. Damn. Freaking. Cell phone. Dumb ass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there was these chinese people beside me. When it came time for Edward and Bella to kiss, she dove into her hoodie and started wanking herself, I think. Ew. So what mom did was, she tapped the girl on the shoulder and told her to shut the hell up.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moving on. I got a brand new polka dotted espadrilles yesterday! It is so delish, so summery! It's my new obsession! So &lt;em&gt;Betty Boo&lt;/em&gt; lah kata kan..&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's it. Gonna have lunch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, bellas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just found this video, and it is so freaking cool. Featuring my beloved Skandar Keynes ;) So without further ado, this is Skandar Keynes as one of the Cullens;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 280px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kald3W-SDv8&amp;amp;hl=" width="398" height="280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And, if there is trouble with the loading, go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kald3W-SDv8"&gt;here&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/5467472540755999393-3262900562579059742?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3262900562579059742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-sorta-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3262900562579059742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3262900562579059742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-sorta-beautiful.html' title='&quot;you&apos;re sorta beautiful&quot;'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-9118965033675304829</id><published>2009-12-04T17:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:51:18.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at the stars, look how they shine for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You may laugh, or you may just turn your head indisgust at what I am about to tell you. But tell you, I shall. I have just got off from listening to &lt;em&gt;Nick Jonas and The Administration&lt;/em&gt;, and yes, &lt;s&gt;they&lt;/s&gt; he sounds good. He sorta sound like Michael Jackson a bit, something like that-lah, but a little more rock to it? Yes, something like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's nothing like the crap they sing in &lt;em&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/em&gt;. Nothing like that, and maybe you'd dissagree, but hey. What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I read this guy's blog. Yes, I do know him. No, I am not gonna state his name. Anyway, he thinks he's this big &lt;em&gt;Casanova&lt;/em&gt; sent down from the gods. Well, news flash, babyboy! You are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; not. He talks about how &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; these girls are fawning over him, and any, &lt;u&gt;any&lt;/u&gt; girl who so much as&lt;em&gt; glance&lt;/em&gt; towards his direction, he is convinced that they are flirting with him. And at this particular post, he was getting a haircut, and this poor, some what thirty-year-old lady just bend down to take a hairdryer and he thinks she's doing just so&lt;em&gt; he&lt;/em&gt; could take a full view of her ass.&lt;br /&gt;[laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? Somebody is a&lt;em&gt; liiiittle&lt;/em&gt; too full of themselves if you asked me. Yes, he also thinks that college girls are dropping signals on him.. and did I mention that he's &lt;em&gt;fifteen&lt;/em&gt;? Yes, he is. Funny, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I am slowly creeping up in Restaurant City. It is &lt;em&gt;suoooo&lt;/em&gt; fun, with all the little workers wadding along. The way they walk is closely resembled on how a duck would walk on land.&lt;br /&gt;[giggle]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooof, today I had quite a fall. It was good that I didn't get a &lt;em&gt;concussion&lt;/em&gt;. Cos I literally slamed my head on the ground. No bleeds, thankfully. But I was dizzy for minute or two. I almost gave mom a heart attack, I think. And Maksu was all wide-eyed with concern. &lt;em&gt;Aww,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it for now, I guess. The room's starting to spin, I should take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-9118965033675304829?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9118965033675304829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-at-stars-look-how-they-shine-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/9118965033675304829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/9118965033675304829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-at-stars-look-how-they-shine-for.html' title='look at the stars, look how they shine for you'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-3294805504320311263</id><published>2009-12-03T17:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:54:40.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's not to love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/SxeINCxE29I/AAAAAAAAABo/1jSy___ECiQ/s1600-h/14467_102728259746047_100000266200123_74895_8336210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410943234971327442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/SxeINCxE29I/AAAAAAAAABo/1jSy___ECiQ/s320/14467_102728259746047_100000266200123_74895_8336210_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&gt;&gt; This must be his bestest, hottest candid picture to date! &lt;em&gt;So &lt;/em&gt;smexy! I betcha Emily is having a seizure right about now.&lt;br /&gt;[wink]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say right of the bat, he is hotter than Pattinson, Jonas Brothers (duhh!) , and dare I say it, Lerman. &lt;em&gt;Yes,&lt;/em&gt; Nadiah, he looks better than you're precious Logan. And I don't care if you chase me around town with a golf club, and threaten me with a concussion! I'm getting the truth out there.&lt;br /&gt;[duck for cover]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go and watch New Moon, already! Ugh, I have been insisting, and &lt;em&gt;insisting&lt;/em&gt; to my mom to take me, and the answer is alway the same. &lt;em&gt;"..yes, we are going, tomorrow.."&lt;/em&gt; She said that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;two&lt;/u&gt; days ago, and I still did not get to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's nearly coming home. That's good. She's coming back from Hajj. My worrying that she can survive there has come to an end, thank goodness. I kirim from her an eyeliner. Awesome wehh. I mean, look at the Arabs all around us. And don't say you &lt;em&gt;never met one&lt;/em&gt;, 'cos quite frankly, they're freaking &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, go to any mall, KLCC ke, Midvalley ke, they are always there. Same goes for mat sallehs, too. Anyway, they &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; have gorgeous dark eyes, which of course they achieve by the help of the trusty eyeliner ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mat sallehs, that day, a day before Raya. After I got back from beli-ing the lemang from Pasar Tani, it's in the morning, by the way, I saw this pair of white guys jogging in the area. And I don't mean white as Cina, no. White as in mat salleh white, obviously. Whoa, they are so hott kot! And and, they're jogging. Which means they have to live near by, yes? Yes. I never knew I came to acquire &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; neighbours. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohh, and Maksu just shoved an old glass in my face. And asked me if I want to keep it. Of course I do, what an idiotic question! It's part of my &lt;em&gt;childhood&lt;/em&gt;! It's a little pink &lt;s&gt;glass&lt;/s&gt; plastic glass, with a swirly straw at the side, and it's Minny Mouse all over. Love that. So anyway, after I said that I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; want to keep it, you know what she said to me? She said I, Azalea, am a hoarder. &lt;em&gt;A hoarder!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, to be fair, I do &lt;em&gt;tend&lt;/em&gt; to be one. But, really, it is not my fault. The &lt;em&gt;rest&lt;/em&gt; of my family are, even &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. And she has the nerve to point fingers. Anyway, as I pointed this out she said she is slowly over coming it. Oh, so &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; can take the &lt;em&gt;baby-steps&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; have to take the &lt;em&gt;big leap&lt;/em&gt;? Nice. How conveniently that has worked out for her. Practicing on&lt;em&gt; my&lt;/em&gt; stuff first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I clearly have gone on long enough. Till next time fellow readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Azalea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-3294805504320311263?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3294805504320311263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-not-to-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3294805504320311263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3294805504320311263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-not-to-love.html' title='what&apos;s not to love?'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/SxeINCxE29I/AAAAAAAAABo/1jSy___ECiQ/s72-c/14467_102728259746047_100000266200123_74895_8336210_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-7976339990188672087</id><published>2009-12-02T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:12:33.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i held on to the night,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am proud to say that I am a constant visitor at &lt;a href="http://nicktoons.nick.com/"&gt;nicktoon's website&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, it's so fun.. I honestly, only play the Danny Phantom game, 'cos as some of you may or may not know, I used to have a thing for Danny (oh, shuttup) , and the games there are way cooler. I suggest &lt;a href="http://nicktoons.nick.com/games/dp_fright.html"&gt;Fright Flight&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://nicktoons.nick.com/games/dp_school.html"&gt;Freak for All&lt;/a&gt;, though I've never won that one before, and yes, not forgetting &lt;a href="http://nicktoons.nick.com/games/dp_urban.html"&gt;Urban Jungle Rumble &lt;/a&gt;. Yes, I know, okay?! I am such a nerd. And before you ask, yes I watch Ben 10, too. And I know a thing or two about the omnitrix, and maybe a little something about the Plumbers. Yes, I am a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Today was uneventful, just me playing Danny Phantom on nicktoons, and probably wishing I would have applied a job at Kinokuniya instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahh, and one more tiny thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;taylor lautner accepted me on freaking facebook, heck yeahhhh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#/profile.php?id=100000266200123"&gt;his&lt;/a&gt; real one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later alligator,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-7976339990188672087?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7976339990188672087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-held-on-to-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7976339990188672087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7976339990188672087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-held-on-to-night.html' title='i held on to the night,'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5370829844539476626</id><published>2009-12-01T15:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:37:02.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me when you hear my heart stops,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am proud to say that I have started listening to &lt;em&gt;New Moon's soundtrack&lt;/em&gt; on my MP3 &lt;u&gt;weeks&lt;/u&gt; in advance before I watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing much for today. Same old, same old. I was having a plesant after noon, when all of a sudden, I realised that it's already &lt;em&gt;first of December&lt;/em&gt;. Holy cow, in exactly twenty-seven days, my PMR result is goin to come out. Holy schintzel, I am a dead man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may start having a nervous break down any time soon, so I guess I'll just write up till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypervantilating,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my euphoria for &lt;em&gt;Jacob Black&lt;/em&gt; is nowhere near over. So I'd probably be dominating panggung wayangs everywhere. Feel free to join me drool over Taylor's buff, tan, gorgeous bod. Slurp. Okay, did I not sound like an over-crazed-nut-job? 'Course I did. Toodle-loo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5370829844539476626?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5370829844539476626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/tell-me-when-you-hear-my-heart-stops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5370829844539476626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5370829844539476626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/12/tell-me-when-you-hear-my-heart-stops.html' title='tell me when you hear my heart stops,'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5535545944975842667</id><published>2009-11-30T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:30:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wolf's out of the bag now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;One word and it is enough to make him drop to the ground in pain. How fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new moon&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;em&gt;amazing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! Robert Pattinson looks &lt;em&gt;presentable&lt;/em&gt;, Kristen Stewart look &lt;em&gt;humanly average&lt;/em&gt;, and Taylor Lautner looks.. &lt;em&gt;gorgeously smexy!&lt;/em&gt; Cris Weitz did his job, and the turn out was &lt;strong&gt;brilliant!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess mom is officially hooked. She's on &lt;strong&gt;Team Edward&lt;/strong&gt;, though. She doesn't understand the need for the teams when it's obvious that Bella (hate her) is going to pick &lt;em&gt;Edward &lt;/em&gt;anyway. But I &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;try to explain that some people just like Jacob better rather than Edward and vice versa. And the team is just the fans and who they prefer, Edward or Jacob. But, no. She &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; doesn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am probably gonna watch it again today. And hopefully another three times after that. Hopefull. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/edward%20and%20jacob" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 421px" height="707" alt="Jacob &amp;amp;amp; Edward Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i487.photobucket.com/albums/rr238/nienna_ruaki/Twilight/New%20Moon/JACOB-VS-EDWARD-new-moon-6420656-56.jpg" width="486" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you guess which team &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5535545944975842667?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5535545944975842667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/wolfs-put-of-bag-now.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5535545944975842667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5535545944975842667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/wolfs-put-of-bag-now.html' title='the wolf&apos;s out of the bag now..'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-3345666457935040692</id><published>2009-11-28T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:17:18.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;woke up with a start. I realised what time it was without even glancing at the clock. &lt;em&gt;Holy crap, I'm late,&lt;/em&gt; I thought to my self. I jumped out of bed and dashed for the bathroom, wanting to at least have a minute or two to get me presentable, &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt;. As I ran to the bathroom, I realised that the house was empty. Great, they left without me. So this means I can skip today right, just lie in bed all day? I don't have a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was brushing up, I guiltfuly whined to myself how I loath what I have to endure for the day. I decided to just shrug that feeling out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later, I heard my dad's rather annoiyed honk. I dashed out of the house- but pausing to lock the door of course, and ran straight, head-long, for the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the mosque, I realised things were already set into motion. Not surprising considering the fact that I was &lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt;. I wondered idly looking for my mom, uncle, any familiar face. Careful though, not going to near to the beheaded cows. I made a few useless rounds, not really looking, just wondering, when I saw Uncle, I quickly moved to his side. Not long after, we were joined by Mom and Dad. It was our cow's turn then. And as much as I understand what's at stake, and that really, there's nothing to fear, watching the cow getting the axe is the worst part... Not because I think it's an act of cruelty, havens know! But because, as embaressing as this may sound, I have a thing against &lt;em&gt;blood&lt;/em&gt;. Dripping, gauzing blood, sure, why not. Spraying and spluttering blood? Gulp, no way. I got the back view, which is lucky. The movement was swift and quick the cow didn't even have time to moo, it died an instantaneous death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dazely walked away, fallowing my parents. Trying to keep the contents of my stomach in my stomach - after withnessing the cow took it's last breath- and also while trying to figure out if I had the appropriate attire on, because somehow people were looking at me funny. And after a while, I found myself sitting on a bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a cup of tea appeared infront of me. Apparently, mom had taken it for me while I was so busy dreaming. I sipped, then gulped it down in one go. Huh, I didn't realised I was thirsty. They served Nasi Lemak for breakfast. But sadly, the taste was close to mediocre. We loitered there, on the bench for a while. Waiting for Atuk to come. But then we quickly changed our pot to the kopitiam across the road. Everything was blurry after that, it all came and went, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, Pak Ngah and Uncle sat contently, listening to the old tales of Atuk's vast experience - I did too, of course. While sipping my cup of tea.  After that, we collected our share of the meat and that was probably it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about eight o'clock now. And Mom has succcessfully 'agihkan' the meat to our respected families, and Dad and I are going to deliver them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please comment on my &lt;u&gt;Jots Dots, This and Thats&lt;/u&gt;. Please,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-3345666457935040692?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3345666457935040692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3345666457935040692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/3345666457935040692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/sacrifice.html' title='sacrifice'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8339535362956713543</id><published>2009-11-26T16:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:40:17.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as we walk in the dimming light</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/Sw42qwe2q5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Le4pZz_JU_A/s1600/tumblr_kqs7bhOB6t1qzkvq8o1_500_large[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408320310715263890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/Sw42qwe2q5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Le4pZz_JU_A/s320/tumblr_kqs7bhOB6t1qzkvq8o1_500_large%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be the most cutest, bestest, most laughable, adorable picture ever! I mean, &lt;em&gt;aww&lt;/em&gt;. And Taylor, the popcorn... &lt;em&gt;aw&lt;/em&gt;. And Tom, the snear, the squint,&lt;em&gt; sex-ay&lt;/em&gt;! Too lovely! But, what is the deal with Miranda Cosgrove? This must be the&lt;em&gt; second&lt;/em&gt; pic she is in with Tom Sturridge. What? But, thats okay. I wont let it bother me &lt;s&gt;much&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Nadiah, who can somehow always find a picture that can make me squeel with joy and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today some member of the regular Entourage went to watch &lt;strong&gt;New Moon&lt;/strong&gt;, I think. I'm not quite sure wether they followed through. Anyhoo, Charmaine and I got left behind sadly. Charmaine was grounded. This shocked me to the core. I mean, for as long as I've known Charmaine Yap, she was &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; capable of breaking any law. Or rules, rather. And to be grounded, way to go, Charmaine! S'okay. You can ask your mom to bring you watch New Moon instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My predicament on the other hand, is entirely diffrent. I guess if they &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; go today, I'm not bummed about it. Just&lt;em&gt; slightly&lt;/em&gt; dissapointed. I mean, today is &lt;u&gt;Raya Eve&lt;/u&gt;, right? And don't get me wrong, I am not judging, but should'nt you spend time with family? And according to Mom, today is one of those days that our prayers will have a real &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; chance of being termakbul. And that is what really made me wanna stay home, and pray, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you could say I'm beginning to &lt;em&gt;get in touch with my religious side&lt;/em&gt;, so to speak. Trying to expand the doa's and maybe even read a page of the Koran or two, maybe a little berzikir here and there. Whatever that can really make me feel... &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt;. Loved, and watched over by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is ticking, moving so fast, you can barely notice. But pass it does. &lt;em&gt;Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock&lt;/em&gt;. And not long from now, we'll all be sitting on the floor, no doubt. With the jitters, wishing we spent more time asking Him for help. Wishing we could turn back the clock. Wishing, &lt;em&gt;wishing&lt;/em&gt;, and wishing. I don't want to be like that, 'cos I cant. Cant &lt;em&gt;handle&lt;/em&gt; it. The feel of bile rising to your throat, that awful feeling just drains the blood from your face, body. Feeling of weekness and uncertainty. Nimble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time's coming, drawing nearer and nearer by the second. Not long from now, my friends. Can you feel the pressure? The thicken of the atmosphere? I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-8339535362956713543?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8339535362956713543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-we-walk-in-dimming-light.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8339535362956713543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8339535362956713543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-we-walk-in-dimming-light.html' title='as we walk in the dimming light'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/Sw42qwe2q5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Le4pZz_JU_A/s72-c/tumblr_kqs7bhOB6t1qzkvq8o1_500_large%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8085961625232894721</id><published>2009-11-25T13:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:03:04.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know why, i can't take my eyes off of you</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;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/jacob%20black" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i908.photobucket.com/albums/ac281/sillybrat910/new-moon-pictures-werewolf-jacob-bl.jpg" alt="Jacob Black Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How on earth are you going to say no to that? I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...Those smoldering dark eyes! And how can you ignore whats under that shirt? I am gonna say straight up, he is hotter that Rob." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deranged fan with a life-sized cut out of Jacob Black. E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't agree with you more! I totally agree. Here's the thing, why do Team Jacob got so lucky and have Taylor Lautner represent them. And who do we Team Edward get? None other than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;. Come on, people. We can't run from the facts. Have you seen the guy? Apparently, some people say that his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scruffy and he can eat you&lt;/span&gt; [I am really not sure who she is referring to. Rob or Edward].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well honey, Jacob cleans off pretty good and can eat and &lt;u&gt;kill&lt;/u&gt; what wants to eat you. So there. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching E! like a mad woman now. The premier was awesome. Dakota and Taylor were the best dressed for sure. Definately agree with E! Fashion Police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-8085961625232894721?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8085961625232894721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-dont-know-why-i-cant-take-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8085961625232894721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8085961625232894721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-dont-know-why-i-cant-take-my-eyes.html' title='i dont know why, i can&apos;t take my eyes off of you'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-4641726088414105022</id><published>2009-11-23T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:25:57.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cought up in the middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/new%20moon" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i952.photobucket.com/albums/ae9/katlop/cinemags_new_moon-r3.jpg" alt="new moon Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am going straight to the point. I am confused. Team Edward or Team Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Seriously. Freaking. Hate. This. You know, Edward was so perfect at first? And Jacob was such an ass. Then he (Edward) became utterly stupid and love sick. And Jacob, well Jacob is still an ass. And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt; him. Yes I know, I used a past tence.&lt;br /&gt;Gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" If you believe in having a &lt;u&gt;friendship&lt;/u&gt; then start to fall in love with each other, then you are a team Jacob. But, if you believe in &lt;u&gt;love at first sight&lt;/u&gt;, then you are a team Edward. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well personally, I would think that having a good friendship is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;key&lt;/span&gt; to having a good relationship. And I don't just jump to wheel baron as soon as I meet some guy. Or do I? Naw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does that mean that I am team &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;? I don't know. But what I do know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gorgeoussssss!&lt;/span&gt; Sorry Helinna, I know you said he's yours and blah blah blah, but seriously, that guy, yummmmmm :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Robert, ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am still Jasper's fan anyway. But it's nice to pick a side, though. Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused and dazed and drooling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Oh oh, mase New Moon premier, Guiliana asked Taylor what is his preception on the perfect date or something like that, and he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;".... a hockey game maybe,...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dude is so funny. You know, he was referring to that pic of him and Taylor Swift during a hockey game.. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-4641726088414105022?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4641726088414105022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/cought-up-in-middle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4641726088414105022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4641726088414105022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/cought-up-in-middle.html' title='cought up in the middle'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8872369992014143636</id><published>2009-11-20T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:09:36.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and my heart when boom when i crossed that room</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20beatles" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 420px" height="621" alt=":3 Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t315/Hina_Chan_/Beatles%208D/zomgKittyGeorgeXD.jpg" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, ain't it just lovely ? I never knew George was a cat person &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="John ; ) Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t315/Hina_Chan_/Beatles%208D/Woahjohn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this ! This just made me go, "..Damn, son !" Ahh, John. Why did you have to go and ruin it all by marrying Yoko ? I seriously don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;*coughasanyotherderangedfanwouldsaycoughCough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20beatles%20paul%20mccartney" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="323" alt="Paul Mccartney Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i824.photobucket.com/albums/zz163/lAuReNxOxO21/paul-mccartney.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20beatles%20paul%20mccartney" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 475px" height="597" alt="The Beatles Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i563.photobucket.com/albums/ss73/swingingsixties2/1960s%20The%20Beatles/TheBeatles10au.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20beatles%20paul%20mccartney" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="587" alt="Paul McCartney Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b250/jeterarodfan213/The%20Beatles%20screencaps/paul22c.jpg" width="451" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/paul%20mccartney" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 388px" height="388" alt="Paul McCartney Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p231/keeforever/Paul%20McCartney/paul02.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/paul%20mccartney" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="337" alt="Paul McCartney Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p231/keeforever/Paul%20McCartney/paulspecs2.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I KNOW, okay ? I tend to get carried away with this Paul McCartney sometimes. So sue me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/ringo%20starr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 435px" height="508" alt="Ringo Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm191/metalghost7/Ringo%20Starr/ringopacking.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ? I dont care if he hates his nose ! That picture is staying there !&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20beatles" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 537px" height="530" alt="Dear God, save me head &amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt; XD Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t315/Hina_Chan_/Beatles%208D/LolawjohnsHairD8.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20beatles" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="269" alt="The Beatles Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h216/xmsarmstrongx/z168961818.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20beatles" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="284" alt="BEATLES Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj202/raeli_16/BEATLES.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20beatles" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 460px" height="650" alt="Lennon/McCartney Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb65/kitykat818/The%20Beatles/untitled.jpg" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely adore this shot, by the way &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-8872369992014143636?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8872369992014143636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-my-heart-when-boom-when-i-crossed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8872369992014143636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8872369992014143636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-my-heart-when-boom-when-i-crossed.html' title='and my heart when boom when i crossed that room'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t315/Hina_Chan_/Beatles%208D/th_zomgKittyGeorgeXD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-4000862870879671503</id><published>2009-11-20T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:11:06.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful and greatful as always</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;aven't anyone told you God is Great ? Well you better believe it, sonny boy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, They are going to wait for the results to come out, then they'll do the streaming. I swear, I have never been so happy for this. It just lifts all the weight that has been weighing me down, down, down to the pits. Well, not anymore. You really are just a prayer away from what you want, and He has proven that to me, time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats what I'll do. Because in truth, thats all you can do. Only He and His devine Power can help us all. We are infact, mere humble servants, who really, can't fend for ourselves all too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why we need Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-4000862870879671503?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4000862870879671503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-and-greatful-as-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4000862870879671503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4000862870879671503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-and-greatful-as-always.html' title='thankful and greatful as always'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8743077360509887510</id><published>2009-11-19T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:17:57.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down down down</title><content type='html'>I feel so low. Lower than low. I feel numb, numb all over. I cant think straight. My mind is filled with the heavy haze of uncertainty. I want to know, yet am afraid of what I'll learn. This is something no regular fifteen year old should encounter. It's not fair. At least one of us got through safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrops running down my cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-8743077360509887510?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8743077360509887510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/down-down-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8743077360509887510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8743077360509887510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/down-down-down.html' title='down down down'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-7571831677007382922</id><published>2009-11-18T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:22:33.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mediocre is just not good enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;kay, this infatuation I have with Joshua Jackson is insanely stupid. I mean , come on ! The man's &lt;s&gt;nearly&lt;/s&gt; already thirty , it's disgusting ! Why oh why did I watch The Mighty Ducks 3 ? (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he was in Dawson's Creek and Cruel Intentions. I did not know that until I finally imdb'd him, and he is, infact the gay-blonde dude.&lt;br /&gt;Huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, Helinna didn't win the Jonas Brothers concert tickets, which means bye-bye to the possibility of ' Abang Joe ' which also means bye to meeting Taylor Swift, and there for, bye-bye meeting Taylor Lautner, bye-bye Robert Pattinson, which leads to the tragic bye-bye.. [sniffles].. Thomas Sidney Jerome Sturridge !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[bawling] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt; How could you , Helinna ? I put my hopes out for you ! And thats what you did ? Tch.. &lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Azalea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-7571831677007382922?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7571831677007382922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/mediocre-is-just-not-good-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7571831677007382922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/7571831677007382922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/mediocre-is-just-not-good-enough.html' title='mediocre is just not good enough'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-805015188611275021</id><published>2009-11-07T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:02:08.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my God,</title><content type='html'>I am so stupid !&lt;br /&gt;How could I even do that ?&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't on purpose, &lt;em&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hope he didn't read it,&lt;br /&gt;Again, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrowful ,&lt;br /&gt;-Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-805015188611275021?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/805015188611275021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/805015188611275021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/805015188611275021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-god.html' title='oh my God,'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1406587761571716413</id><published>2009-11-04T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:59:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i hear the water lapping against the shore</title><content type='html'>That would be so nice, wouldn't it ? That sence of peace. I need that, I need it. Which is why my parents are taking me to Bandung. Yeah, baby ! Spa Day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I cant wait ! Being pampered like that.. Ohh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking 'bout pedicure on my toes, toes ! [Laughs]&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much happened today as I just woke up, and it's like what, 2.46 pm ? Nice, Azalea. Real nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omagah ! I totally want this Camera, I dont even want an SLR anymore [Okay, maybe I do, but, whatever] ! Why ? 'Cos this camera is just too cute for words ! Retro, katakan. And you know how I get with antique looking stuff ! Ga Ga , with the Cherry cherry boom boom ! What Camera is it ? I think you would know, Izarra - it's a Diana F + Oh my God, I want it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/diana%20f%20%20%20cameras" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="diana f   cameras Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s203/nanatsu/14633986_00_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks its cutest in &lt;strong&gt;Limegreen&lt;/strong&gt; ! And best part of it is, I can afford it ! Like with my moolah, so if Mom says &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;can buy with &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; money.. I will have this, one day. Oh how much is the price ? &lt;strong&gt;Seventeen magazine&lt;/strong&gt; [ yes, thats where I got word of it ] says that it cost &lt;strong&gt;RM 410&lt;/strong&gt; ! Lovely, isn't it ? Of course it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1406587761571716413?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1406587761571716413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-hear-water-lapping-against-shore.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1406587761571716413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1406587761571716413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-hear-water-lapping-against-shore.html' title='and i hear the water lapping against the shore'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-4361510063210827411</id><published>2009-11-02T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:04:25.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont stop till you get enough,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And I wont. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont stop, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cos the fact of the matter is, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't get enough, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And frankly, I dont think I ever will, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your music fills my ears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With sweet melodies, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you ingeniously created,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess it is a gift from God,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cos not everyone has that, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I suppose it is a gift for us too, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For clearly, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It brought us great joy too,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So thank you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For sharing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your great gift, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always wanted to please people,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I guess that makes you do what you do, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then you went, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you took it with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And left us nothing but memories, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the Golden Years,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back when music was true, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's nothing but&lt;/em&gt; subsitudes&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not quite up to par,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not at all, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For no one can beat the &lt;/em&gt;once&lt;em&gt; a Living Legend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So folks, I guess what this post is about, basically, is that I went to watch this is it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And yes, stop the physco-bable-bullshyt about Michael being Islam. He wore a black leather jacket ( long-ish/ trench coat-ish ) which a cross right smack at the back. Keep a look out for that in the movie. It was there for only a split second, 'cos you know, he was dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ciao Baby, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Azalea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-4361510063210827411?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4361510063210827411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-stop-till-you-get-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4361510063210827411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4361510063210827411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-stop-till-you-get-enough.html' title='dont stop till you get enough,'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5590604426567520214</id><published>2009-10-28T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:09:24.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holy hot shot, he's so buff ! who knew ?</title><content type='html'>Wow, I sure haven't come here in a while. Sorry baby, mom got a little buzy.. and a little lazy. But here I am , once again so;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hello world, and all whom inhabit it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today was okay, but it was a little un-eventful. But ! Tomorrow, on the other hand should be promissing. The school is having their every-once-a-yearly trip for the form threes. We're going to the coin factory in Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on... I spend the whole day Wikipedia-ing, Googling various bands. I discovered/found various promising acts. Like for example,&lt;strong&gt; Franz Ferdinand&lt;/strong&gt;, which by the way, I found in Nafisah Anafi's blog. She got good taste in music, that girl. Ohh, and yesterday Nadiah made me listen to this band called &lt;strong&gt;Parachute&lt;/strong&gt;. I tried to Wikipedia them , but the result was this band that goes by the same name, execpt that they sing&lt;em&gt; gospel&lt;/em&gt; songs... Yeah :S&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the Parachute that I'm interested in has a yummy front man. I think he's name is Will , like I think it was. Twenty-three and a college-grad. Impressive, I guess. The song that got me into them was &lt;u&gt;Under Control&lt;/u&gt;. But, truthfully, I have heard of better bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this video ! About &lt;strong&gt;Tom Sturridge&lt;/strong&gt;, to be exact ! Most of the clips were from The Boat That Rocked. And at this one slot, [nervouslaugh] they, um, showed his bare - note, &lt;em&gt;bare&lt;/em&gt; - butt ! Homagod, homagod ! Oh. My. God. I was so freaked out ! I mean, oh, &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; ! And I even send &lt;em&gt;Nadiah&lt;/em&gt; the link before &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; seeing it, and if you know Nadiah, then you'll know her reactions would be bad. It's a good thing she was alone that time like she said. 'Cos if not..&lt;br /&gt;[shudders]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess thats that. Sorry for the boring-ness of this post, but I just can't think of anything else that was interesting rather then seeing a very &lt;u&gt;naked&lt;/u&gt; Tom Sturridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl whose eye's purity was wiped clean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5590604426567520214?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5590604426567520214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/10/holy-hot-shot-hes-so-buff-who-knew_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5590604426567520214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5590604426567520214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/10/holy-hot-shot-hes-so-buff-who-knew_28.html' title='holy hot shot, he&apos;s so buff ! who knew ?'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-9190275317934651424</id><published>2009-09-22T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:10:48.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sky was burning up like fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Shasha and Yaya leave their differences behind and join hands in lighting up that relishing Thunderclap(s) and mercun yang dijual hasil serbuan oleh polis yang tangkap penyeludup dari Vietnam by Wan's house, aiming for the unexpected Indonesian workers... By "accident"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-taken out by Nafisah Anafi's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh those were the days, yes, cousin? I miss it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's mercun session was awesome. Aimed a few pop-pops at Maksu. &lt;s&gt;Inturn, she swore at me. That was funny.&lt;/s&gt; This thing called a Bumble-bee flew right pass my face. Dunno how that happened. The Thunderclaps were awesome. Somehow it got louder this year. Mom bought Uncle the Papan mercun, alah, yang Cina punye tuh. He want's to kena kan his neighbors back in Penang. So yesterday I main bunga api while watching X-Men and playing FarmVille. I must say, I have talent for multi-tasking, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-9190275317934651424?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9190275317934651424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/sky-was-burning-up-like-fireworks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/9190275317934651424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/9190275317934651424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/sky-was-burning-up-like-fireworks.html' title='the sky was burning up like fireworks'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-8663188788861630590</id><published>2009-09-20T16:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:40:20.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ampun maaf dipinta mensuci hening dosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;selamat hari raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;maaf zahir dan batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/hari%20raya" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Selamat Hari Raya Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i403.photobucket.com/albums/pp111/myaeras/shr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Azalea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-8663188788861630590?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8663188788861630590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/ampun-maaf-dipinta-mensuci-hening-dosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8663188788861630590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/8663188788861630590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/ampun-maaf-dipinta-mensuci-hening-dosa.html' title='ampun maaf dipinta mensuci hening dosa'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-2760424312215091753</id><published>2009-09-13T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:16:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooft,</title><content type='html'>Apparently that's Tommy Bastow tagline. I think it's the sound you make when you see &lt;s&gt;something&lt;/s&gt; someone unbelievably hot. Like this for example;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/SqzuuQ_98WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VibQChP9r30/s1600-h/2650639162a9774970795l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380938133405561186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/SqzuuQ_98WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VibQChP9r30/s320/2650639162a9774970795l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I second the above Oooft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He so hot, me go gaga over him.... Me wanna smack a kiss right on his smexy mouth! Okay, that was suppose to stay in my head, mos def'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Azalea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-2760424312215091753?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2760424312215091753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/ooooft.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/2760424312215091753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/2760424312215091753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/ooooft.html' title='Ooooft,'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VmfUcV7WglI/SqzuuQ_98WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VibQChP9r30/s72-c/2650639162a9774970795l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-53271165262501939</id><published>2009-09-11T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:15:19.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tickled pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/demi%20lovato" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="demi Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv185/niley4ever1303/demi5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. She is suo pretty now, and her music doesn't suck anymore. Good for her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Azalea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-53271165262501939?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/53271165262501939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/tickled-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/53271165262501939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/53271165262501939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/tickled-pink.html' title='tickled pink'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-6052098512236876816</id><published>2009-09-07T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:23:19.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is where the gloves come off,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;OMYGOD, people! PMR is only &lt;strong&gt;a month&lt;/strong&gt; away, like exactly!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor Mom and Dad, I could tell they are so stupendously worried. But never fear Ma mere, for I am here, and studying! I could already guess that this Raya would'nt be so Raya-ish for me. Duh, gotto study right? Wan't that 8As, eh? 'Course I do. So there you go, the route to success is always hard work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And that's exactly what I'll do, work my non-existance-ass off!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ciao,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Azalea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-6052098512236876816?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6052098512236876816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-where-gloves-come-off.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6052098512236876816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6052098512236876816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-where-gloves-come-off.html' title='this is where the gloves come off,'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-6130696181130592989</id><published>2009-09-01T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:11:40.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if your body matches what your eyes can do,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(does any one know what song that line belong to? i dont know, but its stuck in my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT line sounds way horny, but somehow aproppiate for this particular post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching Tom and Tommy on youtube earlier and, wow. They are so hawt! Like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;daaaaymn&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Laughs&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we had our first study group in the library today. And we didn't do much studying as predicted. Instead, we talked about the new New Moon Trailer: Meet Jacob Black. Honestly, Robert Pattinson looks really lame. And he's screwing Edward Cullen. I swooned for Edward and now Jacob looks like the better deal.&lt;br /&gt;*shudders in disgust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I think I'm not gonna &lt;strong&gt;fail&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;Sejarah&lt;/strong&gt; this time. 'Cos I read the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; of Form 3. So that means the last 25 questions can save me right? But then again there is the other 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashne said she hentam-ed half the paper. Or was it the whole thing 'cos she said she didn't study at all. &lt;em&gt;At all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I'll do for KH. I have &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; studided KH in my &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;. Fo shizzle! Guess that's all about to change now, huh? I miss 2Cekap! Miss miss &lt;em&gt;miss&lt;/em&gt;! Lets all sepakat and get the same results, 'kay. Then we could be in 4SC! Haaaaaa! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Azalea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-6130696181130592989?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6130696181130592989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-your-body-matches-what-your-eyes-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6130696181130592989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/6130696181130592989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-your-body-matches-what-your-eyes-can.html' title='if your body matches what your eyes can do,'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-4931042428208473548</id><published>2009-08-31T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:35:36.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to safeguard democracy the people must have a keen sense of independence, self-respect, and their oneness</title><content type='html'>I think that represents a lot about Malaysia, don't you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my fellow Malaysians, it is that time of year again. For today is none other than merdeka day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so lucky to be a part of a melting point of so many diffrent cultrus, food and races! Lets all be a part of Malaysia and celebrate our oneness as a Malaysian. Let our Rukun Negara be model of what we want to accomplish as an individual, as a Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if you're a Malay, an Indian, Chinese, Kadazan, Iban, Murut.... or whatever! We love our country, for it is the most unique. So lets celebrate Merdeka, for we are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selamat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Azalea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: leave our &lt;strong&gt;Malay rights &lt;/strong&gt;alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-4931042428208473548?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4931042428208473548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-safeguard-democracy-people-must-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4931042428208473548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/4931042428208473548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-safeguard-democracy-people-must-have.html' title='to safeguard democracy the people must have a keen sense of independence, self-respect, and their oneness'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5976676060793463985</id><published>2009-08-29T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:39:47.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little more than that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/riley%20keough" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Riley Keough... Again Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn73/LisaLuva/Riley_Keough--large-msg-1140075019-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley Keough is suooooooo pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is Elvis Presley's grandaughter by the way. Lawa, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5976676060793463985?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5976676060793463985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-more-than-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5976676060793463985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5976676060793463985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-more-than-that.html' title='a little more than that'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-1177392350060174753</id><published>2009-08-29T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:39:47.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh I need your love, baby</title><content type='html'>EIGHT DAYS A WEE-HEEEK,&lt;br /&gt;[laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to get that song out of my head. Today was no diffrent from any other. That is so lame. Nothing interesting ever happens here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be so great to have an adventure once in a while, like take a trip to New York or go for a rendexvou in Essex....Oh, or go see FranKo rock Abbey Road.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was another sleepless night, I slept at 4 am , reading Sejarah. Two more chaps to go. Anyway, I was suppose to wake everybody up for Sahur. But I didn't so, nobody sahur-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams will proceed on Monday. Oh joy!&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 10.30 pm now and I have got to follow Mummy and Daddy to Masjid India. They wan't to see the night lights(?). Oh and cari minyak tanah for pelita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-1177392350060174753?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1177392350060174753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-i-need-your-love-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1177392350060174753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/1177392350060174753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-i-need-your-love-baby.html' title='oh I need your love, baby'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-9147435934843911584</id><published>2009-08-28T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:39:47.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shocking as it may seem, i did it</title><content type='html'>I studied my butt off last night. While &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people were updating their blog &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(cos I ask her to, anyway. Heh)&lt;/span&gt; , I was busy studying &lt;strong&gt;Sejarah&lt;/strong&gt;. I cant believe I'm saying this, but history was quite &lt;em&gt;alright.&lt;/em&gt; You know, if you have that semangat kemelayuan like muax [laughs] ! So I didn't sleep last night uuuuuuuuuuuuuntil sahur. Helped mom around the kitchen yada yada. Dad was super pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been saying this&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;berbakti kepada ibu bapa&lt;/em&gt; all puasa long...! It's kinda getting anoiying. Cant wait till I'm twenty-five and chuck him in the old folks home..... (just joking, daddy)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after last night's studying I have the lovely answer of &lt;em&gt;"Studying is berbaktilah tuuuh,"&lt;/em&gt; and the wonderful reply of &lt;em&gt;"You are absolutely right, my dear."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that I slept until 3 pm! Waaaaah, what kind of puasa is this? , was my mothers greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is 7.12, and it's almost time for buka. Gotta go get the door. Dad just got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Berbukaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: SEXAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HPt4Is5V50&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-9147435934843911584?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9147435934843911584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/shocking-as-it-may-seem-i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/9147435934843911584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/9147435934843911584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/shocking-as-it-may-seem-i-did-it.html' title='shocking as it may seem, i did it'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5467472540755999393.post-5992633193642697930</id><published>2009-08-27T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:39:47.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tinsle town</title><content type='html'>BEEN puasa-ing this past week. Everythings cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though studying when your thursty could be reeeeeeally distracful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OU61zxhPT1g"&gt;New Moon Trailer&lt;/a&gt;!! I wanted to post it here, but the code thing-a-ma-jig was not there. So I linked it. Taylor Lautner looks hot, I must say. But I am still anti-Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Bastow is hot, I dont know why I didn't like him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/tommy%20bastow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 513px" height="903" alt="tommy bastow fit pic! Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv290/thumbalina-x/tommybastow3.jpg" width="454" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Azalea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5467472540755999393-5992633193642697930?l=lucidmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5992633193642697930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/tinsle-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5992633193642697930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5467472540755999393/posts/default/5992633193642697930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucidmoments.blogspot.com/2009/08/tinsle-town.html' title='tinsle town'/><author><name>Azalea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-dDSzMt1sg/Ts5qEi0k5hI/AAAAAAAAALk/CZHNy1TGGJM/s220/Picture%2B572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
