<?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-3970649974156536540</id><updated>2012-01-21T14:43:03.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Vault</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-884451768229226882</id><published>2011-05-23T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:38:55.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heppi Birdday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Nadia Nadhira Airisal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another one turns 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember way back when in primary school, at the age of 12, i used to think she was the most quiet girl i've ever met in my life, i think i barely heard her voice in class, quite a contrast to me, who was always screaming in class and always chasing boys (i literally mean chase)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never in my whole life would i ever imagine us becoming best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Im glad all that changed when we were 13, or maybe she changed in form 1 because as i could remember, she became so noisy and started talking non-stop making the funniest jokes haha ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i love about her is that she's a warm, genuine person. And i dont know if she realises this, but everybody somehow gravitates towards her. Including me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's stuck with me through thick and thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone who listens to all my problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone who listens to all my stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone to gossip and have a laugh with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone who i get to be psychotic with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's my comfort zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And without a doubt, when i was at my lowest point last year, she stood up for me like nobody's business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which i still appreciate to this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks babyg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say that home is not a place, they're people that you've given bits and pieces of yourself to, and without a doubt, she's home. And i cant wait to spend the next two years in college with a piece of home with me, insyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Happy Birthday love, im sorry if this post was a tad too corny for you. Tapi awak tau kita cemana, jiwang bebenar kekadang hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levchu long time g xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-884451768229226882?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/884451768229226882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=884451768229226882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/884451768229226882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/884451768229226882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/05/heppi-birdday.html' title='Heppi Birdday!'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6482619924635566288</id><published>2011-05-21T02:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T12:47:13.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqEJ37KOoII/Tdasn2ZZQ2I/AAAAAAAAA-k/m0OY9P0nUic/s1600/photo-6.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqEJ37KOoII/Tdasn2ZZQ2I/AAAAAAAAA-k/m0OY9P0nUic/s400/photo-6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608860186553434978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess this is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wont know how long you'll be absent from my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, it doesnt matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because as it is, I dont know you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye stranger //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken off Tumblr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-6482619924635566288?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6482619924635566288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6482619924635566288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6482619924635566288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6482619924635566288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-stranger.html' title='Dear Stranger'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqEJ37KOoII/Tdasn2ZZQ2I/AAAAAAAAA-k/m0OY9P0nUic/s72-c/photo-6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-7026752643860957143</id><published>2011-05-18T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:57:00.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H81An8yUemQ/TdPdBbASAhI/AAAAAAAAA98/Vr9v1oABZG8/s400/c5.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608068977504944658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHD4jSvfIh4/TdPdB6HySVI/AAAAAAAAA-E/1iS2Q_2vf5M/s400/c4.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608068985857919314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmLW48UeVY0/TdPdCZwlAiI/AAAAAAAAA-M/l2IF_T-Zm44/s400/c3.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608068994350514722" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YhuXddLBXhM/TdPdDHt2TfI/AAAAAAAAA-U/M4pZqYMqwVM/s400/c2.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608069006687096306" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsvJVlDEyuA/TdPdWnf38MI/AAAAAAAAA-c/SsfsI6kRR7g/s400/c1.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608069341635932354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baked this with the queen yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turned out lovely, eventhough we messed up the cream cheese frosting on the first try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DELICIOUS! : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-7026752643860957143?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/7026752643860957143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=7026752643860957143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7026752643860957143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7026752643860957143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/05/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H81An8yUemQ/TdPdBbASAhI/AAAAAAAAA98/Vr9v1oABZG8/s72-c/c5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6769329292465702464</id><published>2011-05-18T21:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:12:06.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results Are Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ME7kbgB7pl4/TdPM4LBGdUI/AAAAAAAAA90/VSoth9oZ0Oo/s400/Capture%2Bcopy.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608051226408547650" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So finally, the results came out on Monday night, and without any warning to us candidates, i think i was busy stalking people on FB when my friend IM'ed me about it. So i typed "mara.gov.my" as quick as my tiny hands would permit, keyed in my I/C number and voila, there it was, an offer to go to middle east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which i will be turning down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now before anything, im very grateful for what has been given to me, yes i am, i realise a lot of people would love to study in the middle east, and its really great that they'd would send me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But its not for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To be quite frank, i dont want to pursue my studies in the middle east. I talked to my parents about it, and they both agreed that the quality of schools here in Malaysia is better than the schools in the middle east. And my parents know what they're talking about, so i give them my complete trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And i honestly think its better that they'd give my sponsorship to someone else who &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to go there, someone who &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;deserves &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;to be there, which i repeat, &lt;i&gt;is not me&lt;/i&gt;. I sincerely think that there are much more competent candidates than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Am i disappointed? Yep, i am slightly, because i applied to pursue my studies in another country, and failed to obtain it there, i didnt apply to be placed in the middle east, rather, i want to study somewhere a bit more.. to the west, he-he. Ah well, but then again, im a strong believer that everything happens for a reason. That He does things for me with reason, for He knows best, so im okay : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So i'll be sticking to my original plan. A-Levels in KYUEM in July for 2 years, take my time, and hopefully things will fall in place from there and it will lead me to where i wanna go. Godwilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-6769329292465702464?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6769329292465702464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6769329292465702464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6769329292465702464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6769329292465702464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/05/results-are-out.html' title='Results Are Out'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ME7kbgB7pl4/TdPM4LBGdUI/AAAAAAAAA90/VSoth9oZ0Oo/s72-c/Capture%2Bcopy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-4662000751562771445</id><published>2011-05-15T14:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:56:43.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Its Love, Not Santa Claus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLLgYCsVbmc/TdE3veIm51I/AAAAAAAAA9s/IkVhzw2vzJk/s1600/photo-3.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLLgYCsVbmc/TdE3veIm51I/AAAAAAAAA9s/IkVhzw2vzJk/s400/photo-3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607324299735525202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rewatched 500 Days Of Summer the other day. The last time i watched this was in 2009. Can i just say that i love how the director captures the emotions of the relationship between Summer and Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think im Tom. Fullstop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can relate to how Tom feels on so many levels like you have no ideaaaaa haha. Up to the point that i was screaming and smiling to myself like some psychopath whilst watching this movie bcs it was like "HMAJHDMA I UNDERSTAND YOU TOM!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good movie : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgPn5xUB2E8/Tc_muwZLY4I/AAAAAAAAA9U/YGlZ-Uwmwf4/s400/photo-4.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606953752038433666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently having this urge to do something crazy again with my hair, but what exactly? Been uninspired. In dire need of a haircut, my hair is all over the place now lol, not that you guys can see it, but you get what i mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0uT5ekQNt_Q/TdE1-HhXhyI/AAAAAAAAA9c/BK-99Wggzl4/s400/photo-5.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607322352340141858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISNT THIS MAGICAL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO OWN A PAIR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!!!!! hfjsvsdjv heish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-4662000751562771445?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/4662000751562771445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=4662000751562771445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4662000751562771445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4662000751562771445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-love-not-santa-claus.html' title='&quot;Its Love, Not Santa Claus&quot;'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLLgYCsVbmc/TdE3veIm51I/AAAAAAAAA9s/IkVhzw2vzJk/s72-c/photo-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-8139675768100429408</id><published>2011-05-14T01:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:32:09.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's A Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwaeJldUpos/Tc1q6gMO0EI/AAAAAAAAA84/_xgm8AI60hk/s1600/photo-1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwaeJldUpos/Tc1q6gMO0EI/AAAAAAAAA84/_xgm8AI60hk/s400/photo-1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606254664452329538" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwaeJldUpos/Tc1q6gMO0EI/AAAAAAAAA84/_xgm8AI60hk/s1600/photo-1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwaeJldUpos/Tc1q6gMO0EI/AAAAAAAAA84/_xgm8AI60hk/s1600/photo-1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;The only reason why we're not talking, is because&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;screwed things up with me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, bigtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or did you forget, again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-8139675768100429408?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/8139675768100429408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=8139675768100429408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8139675768100429408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8139675768100429408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/05/heres-reminder.html' title='Here&apos;s A Reminder'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwaeJldUpos/Tc1q6gMO0EI/AAAAAAAAA84/_xgm8AI60hk/s72-c/photo-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-9070971535997589979</id><published>2011-05-11T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T15:35:33.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3aDZW1WD4M/Tco6Z9w5E_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/CtyUqxW0PrM/s1600/anyohhh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3aDZW1WD4M/Tco6Z9w5E_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/CtyUqxW0PrM/s400/anyohhh.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605356903966774258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i miss about my childhood =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being able to walk out the house to the field alone without having thoughts like "AM I GONNA GET RAPED/MUGGED/KIDNAPPED?!!"&lt;br /&gt;2. Sloping down hills in cardboard boxes&lt;br /&gt;3. Raya celebrations at Muar&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting scolded/pinched by my dad. Jangan main main, dia cubit sakit ooo&lt;br /&gt;5. Bullying Arief to tears&lt;br /&gt;6. Running out the door screaming "Mama mama!" everytime i heard her car outside&lt;br /&gt;7. Playing games with the kids at the neighbourhood&lt;br /&gt;8. Running wild at KLCC's playground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, through it all, i had a pretty good childhood&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-9070971535997589979?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/9070971535997589979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=9070971535997589979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/9070971535997589979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/9070971535997589979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-miss-about-my-childhood-1.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3aDZW1WD4M/Tco6Z9w5E_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/CtyUqxW0PrM/s72-c/anyohhh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-9110303290607151257</id><published>2011-05-05T11:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T15:48:35.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadira Roslan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6O-jm1xc_DQ/TcT4aAz1GvI/AAAAAAAAA8g/hU1pq0zsap0/s1600/ndr.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6O-jm1xc_DQ/TcT4aAz1GvI/AAAAAAAAA8g/hU1pq0zsap0/s400/ndr.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603876962133416690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6TH MAY //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADIRA ROSLAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl, is most prolly one of the best people you will ever meet in your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's crazy, and so much fun to be around with.&lt;br /&gt;She's quite the opposite of me, im a quite serious person, and she's the sort who does the wackiest things and says the funniest things.&lt;br /&gt;Annoys me sometimes with her ideas hahaha, but im not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Would'nt change her in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, one of the best things about work was getting to discover her personality a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;The hours we would spend sitting next to each other talking and laughing were pretty much priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going on adventures with her, be it when we wander through Kuala Lumpur aimlessly during lunch hour, or when she takes me to these weird places to eat, or that time we played at KLCC's playground and explored the mosque at the park together, or when she just talks about buildings (because she wants to do architecture) &lt;br /&gt;I'd have so much fun everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy 18th Nadira!&lt;br /&gt;I know He will bless you with so many great things in your lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavchu long time : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-9110303290607151257?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/9110303290607151257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=9110303290607151257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/9110303290607151257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/9110303290607151257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/05/nadira-roslan.html' title='Nadira Roslan'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6O-jm1xc_DQ/TcT4aAz1GvI/AAAAAAAAA8g/hU1pq0zsap0/s72-c/ndr.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-1251279676084656943</id><published>2011-05-03T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:00:35.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fifth Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu2NGS74mfw/Tb7aZ5ED7OI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/CssU4vXWWzw/s1600/Red_Velvet_Cake_with_Vanilla_Cream_Cheese_Frosting.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu2NGS74mfw/Tb7aZ5ED7OI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/CssU4vXWWzw/s400/Red_Velvet_Cake_with_Vanilla_Cream_Cheese_Frosting.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602155124844915938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS MAYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;The fifth month of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember somewhere around this time of the year before i was all stressed about the upcoming midterms and was reading like some madman, blegh, glad that's over. For now at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, maybe i sorta kinda miss doing that hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i am really craving for some Red Velvet Cake ++ Cream Cheese Frosting, two weeks ago my dad bought home one huge 4-layered Red Velvet cake with the most delicious cream cheese frosting i've ever tasted. Pergh suka gilaaaaaaaaaaaaaa // Try Red Velvet, its awesome : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, im running low on ideas on what to write, will be back once some inspiration flows back in.&lt;br /&gt;KBYE, and do have a great month ahead, and eventhough im not schooling anymore, i cant wait for the two week school holidays coming up //&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-1251279676084656943?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/1251279676084656943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=1251279676084656943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1251279676084656943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1251279676084656943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/05/fifth-month.html' title='The Fifth Month'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu2NGS74mfw/Tb7aZ5ED7OI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/CssU4vXWWzw/s72-c/Red_Velvet_Cake_with_Vanilla_Cream_Cheese_Frosting.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-4991166431904189473</id><published>2011-05-02T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T23:57:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4vWCRtORUM/Tb7T5MpUqyI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/qk4TUL6l0kU/s1600/nyeh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4vWCRtORUM/Tb7T5MpUqyI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/qk4TUL6l0kU/s400/nyeh.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602147966096026402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you've been saying.&lt;br /&gt;This game you've set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we both know thats not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; I know you're not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're gonna say nothing but lies.&lt;br /&gt;The lies i've withstood from you.&lt;br /&gt;Really, of all the people.&lt;br /&gt;I would've expected more from you.&lt;br /&gt;Someone i used to look up to.&lt;br /&gt;The one i used to admire //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some part of me just hopes you'd still be honest.&lt;br /&gt;But i know its too late.&lt;br /&gt;Because what you did, was something even i cant excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet why am i still so restless?&lt;br /&gt;Still searching for an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-4991166431904189473?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/4991166431904189473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=4991166431904189473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4991166431904189473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4991166431904189473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/05/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4vWCRtORUM/Tb7T5MpUqyI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/qk4TUL6l0kU/s72-c/nyeh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-7068524008598999768</id><published>2011-04-30T15:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:53:50.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TS71AUVyIOQ/Tbu2qHRSWwI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ouseiuBfTS0/s1600/ms1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TS71AUVyIOQ/Tbu2qHRSWwI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ouseiuBfTS0/s400/ms1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601271396187659010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, April 29th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was at school for a little something something and i met up with Manoj and Samuel to have lunch with them afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMAIIII i've really missed these two, especially Samuel cause he's now currently studying in New Zealand, sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy talking to them, since i've been in the same class with them since Form 3, they know all about my screwed up personality. And i absolutely have no problems being silly around them and i think they've grown used to me making jokes at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From school, i drove the three of us down to Pavillion, where they had to bear with Justin Bieber playing in my car. They said they didnt mind listening to him though hahah, tapi kesian, so i switched on the radio, and What's My Name was playing and they laughed when i rapped Drake's part to the song, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We argued on where to eat. Lastly we just settled for some Sushi Zanmai at Fahrenheit, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY were so lovely, they would'nt even let me pay a cent for any of the food, eventhough i insisted on paying my share like a million times, because i dont really like it when guys buy me food, and mind you, the sushi wasnt exactly cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when we had some drinks at Oldtown, and Manoj and me were fighting over who should pay, even the waiter looked at me and said "I think its better if the guy pays" &lt;br /&gt;-_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically the only thing i did was drive them to and from Pavillion, and pay for the autopay for the parking, haiyo, rasa cam tak bagi apapa kat diorang hih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM pretty sure we looked like quite the odd group whilst we were walking around, Manoj who looked a boss with his yellow tie, Samuel with his messy hair and me.. i always looks odd ehe ehe ehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, we didnt really do much except talk, catching up on good old times : ) Laughed our heads off, gossiped like old aunties, talked about life, what happened with us so far, this and that, somehow it felt like nothing had changed between us, eventhough its been four months since we've talked properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bittersweet, bcs i dont know when will be the next time i'll see them, i'll be in Perak in July, Manoj will be .. somewhere (he's doing so many scholarship interviews, taktau lah nanti dia pergi mana), and Samuel will be back in NZ next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YpRisvQYfd0/Tbu2rDmk7BI/AAAAAAAAA8I/vGUspo8zzs0/s1600/ms2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YpRisvQYfd0/Tbu2rDmk7BI/AAAAAAAAA8I/vGUspo8zzs0/s400/ms2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601271412383083538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss them terribly for sure :')&lt;br /&gt;Fingers' crossed i'll see them sooner than later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-7068524008598999768?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/7068524008598999768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=7068524008598999768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7068524008598999768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7068524008598999768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/04/weird-people.html' title='Weird People'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TS71AUVyIOQ/Tbu2qHRSWwI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ouseiuBfTS0/s72-c/ms1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-3528767268659289367</id><published>2011-04-23T23:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T23:42:52.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Bieber Live In KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JC2jgeyAVpg/TbL3lYJmT6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/1qroL-zM3KI/s400/j4.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598809508284878754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUSTIN BIEBER LIVE IN KL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can i say? Except that i had such an awesome possum timeee : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went with my family and Nadia tagged along, and she slept over after the concert. We had the 288 tickets, the yellow zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall there were 8 of us together. 2 families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And can you imagine amongst the 17,000 people there, we bumped into Johan and Nawwar, so we dragged them to sit with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mizz Nina was the opening act but we couldnt really focus on her performance as my mom and i were scrambling trynna find my moms' other friend + her family so that we could be seated together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for some apparent reason, this concert was realllllly really strict. Security went all out, banners were not allowed, you could see tonnes of them outside the stadium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No food, no drinks etc etc, same old rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what really surprised me was how strict they were on the DSLR ban, i mean usually in other concerts they would say "CAMERAS NOT ALLOWED" but when we brought them along they would not care and would not confiscate it, BUT NOOOOOOOO, for JB they literally took out the battery from our DSLR and held on to it until the concert finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO we couldnt take any decent pictures, we only had Nadia's Sony digital camera and our phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT anyways, the show was supposed to start at 8.30 but you know lah how artists are, i think the countdown only began showing on the screen at around 8.50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zzlf47HvCVM/TbL3kbVMUNI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/u7mzscXcWUM/s400/j1.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598809491958943954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we first saw this we me and Nadia were like "HEOFWIF 15 SAAT JEE LAGI!!!!" But then we realised the countdown was actually in minutes, haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a DJ came out and played the some mainstream music and oh boy did it work, we were already dancing and jumping and what not, he really got us pumped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN JENG JENG JENGGGGGGGGGG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1m0lnftedg/TbmGKt9eiYI/AAAAAAAAA74/MhXjBP9pgxI/s400/jb2.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600655130306185602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LSODJAKJFKWJFJJ JUSTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!! Hahahahahaha, we went insane, Nadia and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait wait, i think i should prolly let you guys know that i've always been a fan of JB, but never a hardcore fan, but i think i went crazy when he went out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know maybe it was because Nadia (hardcore Belieber, HARDCORE) was standing next to me but i was so excited, and i barely sat down throughout the whole concert. I even jumped/screamed along to his songs that i barely knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfuish, dont underestimate Bieber Power. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe one of the best moments was when he sang One Less Lonely Girl and he pulled up a girl on stage to serenade her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkDFpKnZLrA/TbmGKY3f-BI/AAAAAAAAA7w/6Chr-6BxY3U/s400/JB%2B1png.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600655124643969042" /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think when we saw that we were like "HCJDHCKSDJHSJKDHSJDHJDHCDJ AAAAAHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nadia. Even. Cried.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE CRIED K, like betul betul punya nangis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like "Woahhhh sabar" and literally hugged her hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Johan and Nawwar were slighty freaked out by her. Actually i think me and Nadia scared them both, cause were jumping like retarted monkeys throughout the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Iman (my moms' friend's daughter, she's 15 years old) also cried ok. AND SHE'S BEEN A FAN OF BIEBER FOR A SHORTER LENGTH OF TIME THAN ME, HOW IS THAT EVEN? WOAAAAAAHHHHH hahahahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuasa Bieber bro, kau jangan memain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he sang some of his released songs like "One Time", "Eenie Meenie" and "Somebody To Love" and i went to my mom, who was sitting on the other end and sang along with her. It was fun : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y4jafAoFocA/TbL3ky4c_-I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Rg5DawRF-fo/s400/j2.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598809498280853474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, my favourite part of the whole thing was when he played the acoustic guitar and he sang "Favourite Girl" It was very, pfuish, loved it when he played that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SPh7o1aCqEs/TbL3lOu_gNI/AAAAAAAAA7g/9xItPclc3n0/s400/j3.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598809505757364434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was it // Hish so fjfhskfjhskgsjkghsd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah as you all know, Joel Madden was there too and he sang Good Charlotte's "Dance Floor Anthem" with Biebs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin sang "Baby" for his closing act, i think eventhough it was the end we were still left wanting more. Ah but then all good things must come to an end. Beliebers are crazy i kid you not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were some cons though, i felt like the concert was too short and he didnt sing "That Should Be Me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey im not overtly complaining : }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall it was an awesome night, i'd do that again for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just maybe next time, i would'nt want to lose my voice the next day. Hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;//&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures are from Nadia's digital camera and two of them from &lt;a href="http://www.ohbulan.com/gambar-justin-bieber-live-di-kuala-lumpur-daripada-media-rakyat/img_0019/"&gt;here&lt;/a&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/3970649974156536540-3528767268659289367?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/3528767268659289367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=3528767268659289367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3528767268659289367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3528767268659289367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/04/justin-bieber-live-in-kl.html' title='Justin Bieber Live In KL'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JC2jgeyAVpg/TbL3lYJmT6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/1qroL-zM3KI/s72-c/j4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-8262104379852544673</id><published>2011-04-23T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:40:34.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Them Single Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rIMipWt448/TbLyIj2We9I/AAAAAAAAA7I/8JNu6epn1Lc/s1600/hshs.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rIMipWt448/TbLyIj2We9I/AAAAAAAAA7I/8JNu6epn1Lc/s400/hshs.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598803515651029970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS im typing this, my head is spinning, my neck hurts and i feel like something is stuck in my throat.&lt;div&gt;For the first time in my life, I've lost my voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant even talk ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; When i start singing, sumpah bunyi cam kaca pecah ~.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sound like a man, no kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dearest blog readers, i think im suffering from...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIEBER FEVERRRRRRRR&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHMYGOD OH MY GOD AAAAAH AHAHHAHAHA JUSTINNNNNNNNNNN  !!!!!!!!!!!!! JUSTIN! AAAAAAHAHAHAHA HSDWHWJWFJHWEFWEHJWHJWEJWEFHW !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, im sorry, i went to his concert the other day, and i had such a blast, i wasnt his biggest fan before the concert, but i think after that experience, maybe im in love, haih. Haha, promise i'll blog about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been really busy with work lately, i come home so exhausted, wish i had more time, to blog and what not hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be the 24th of April 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means that, im gonna be single for a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that im complaining : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has happened since my last relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i know this might come off as harsh, but its been a year, so i dont think it would matter, Im glad it ended, that relationship, to be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt an overwhelming sense of relief the moment it ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learnt and grown so much more from being single i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, you know what i really think? That should you wanna start a relationship, maybe its best if you start after you've finished with school. Bcs to me, when you're in school, its all just puppy love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of couse there will be that small number of couples who were highschool sweehearts and end up tying the knot buttt just remember that = &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're so young, what do you really know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just trust me on this one //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ooooo, here's a toast to all them beautiful single ladies out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHEERSSSS! : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-8262104379852544673?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/8262104379852544673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=8262104379852544673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8262104379852544673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8262104379852544673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-them-single-ladies.html' title='All Them Single Ladies'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rIMipWt448/TbLyIj2We9I/AAAAAAAAA7I/8JNu6epn1Lc/s72-c/hshs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2109210346878977412</id><published>2011-04-16T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T16:30:36.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admit It Was Your Fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-df6QDMb9qeQ/TalTHaOU4iI/AAAAAAAAA7A/q7IGudJHmG0/s1600/kaki.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-df6QDMb9qeQ/TalTHaOU4iI/AAAAAAAAA7A/q7IGudJHmG0/s400/kaki.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596095398748152354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing some thinking lately, about the difference between being egoistic and being a straight up coward.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say you made a mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know its your fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesnt matter if the fault is 100% yours, or maybe you only played a small part in the mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point is, you made a mistake, and you know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here's the problem, you're too daft to admit you made that mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what's a trait i really dislike in someone? I really dislike it when someone makes a mistake, and they are completely aware of it, and they know its their fault, but they absolutely refuse to own up for their mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They dont apologise for it, they dont acknowledge it, they act all innocent as if they've never done anything wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I havent the slightest idea why they'd do that. Some people say its cause of their egos. Kononnya kalau kau mintak maaf tunjuk kau lemah la en. HAKPUIHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS SO BLARDEE ANNOYINGGGG I FEEL LIKE BITING THEIR HEADS OFF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, i dont think its ego, i think its because they're cowards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it takes guts to put aside your ego and to admit your mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it takes strength to go up to someone, look them in the eye, and apologise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because apologising is a difficult task, and it takes bravery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because taking responsibility over one's actions is not something everybody can handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me, what's so weak about that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously admire those people who can stand up and take responsibility over their mistakes. The ones who can handle the consequences over their actions. Says a lot about their character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus not to mention it erases the mistake that person made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top it off, it shows that the person would'nt mind taking the hard way out of a sticky situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead  of taking the easy way out, which is running away from their mistake, which shows how big of a coward that person is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running away from a mistake you've made wont lead to anything good trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just causes more anger in the person you've wronged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denying that you've made that mistake also causes more damage than good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know la, it really pisses me off how one fails to see the logic is this theory. WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT RUNNING AWAY FROM YR MISTAKES? NOTHING K, absolutely nothing. Its not worth it, you're only going to make things worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO please, if you know you've made a mistake, have the guts to own up to it. If you're smart enough, you would set aside you ego, and apologise. It should'nt matter who started it first, all that matters is that you own up to your mistake. Its really that simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont be a coward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2109210346878977412?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2109210346878977412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2109210346878977412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2109210346878977412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2109210346878977412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/04/admit-it-was-your-fault.html' title='Admit It Was Your Fault'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-df6QDMb9qeQ/TalTHaOU4iI/AAAAAAAAA7A/q7IGudJHmG0/s72-c/kaki.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2316769000393244620</id><published>2011-04-13T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:52:18.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me + The Headscarf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xWIUue33U0/TaVT5oona3I/AAAAAAAAA64/fjvpl3dTi2E/s1600/red%2Bcopy.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xWIUue33U0/TaVT5oona3I/AAAAAAAAA64/fjvpl3dTi2E/s400/red%2Bcopy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594970361703132018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xWIUue33U0/TaVT5oona3I/AAAAAAAAA64/fjvpl3dTi2E/s1600/red%2Bcopy.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo taken off tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the touchy touchy subject of the headscarf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course with every muslimah, the thought of covering up must have crossed your mind numerous times. I admit back then, indeed it crossed my mind on a few occasions, especially when you hear the ustazah half-screaming preaching for you to wear the headscarf during Religious Studies. But i really started thinking abt seriously doing it somewhere in mid-2010. The idea played around in my head from June 2010, till February this year. 8 months in total.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not sure exactly what was the trigger, but somewhere, something sparked within me. Maybe bcs of some words people uttered, maybe it was bcs of my friends, maybe bcs i just felt .. like it was just about time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess i started seeing things in a different light //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i told myself that in 2011, one of the things i would do was to don a headscarf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just didnt know when, bcs i still felt like i wasnt ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still arguing with myself. I was filled with doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What would people think?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What if i look ugly?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To change so drastically, you cant expect it to be easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i kept quiet, i did not confide in anyone, except, to my mom, my brother and one friend. I guess i just kept quiet bcs i still felt unsure about what i wanted, and what if the plan would not fall through?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, i didnt want to announce publicly "IM GONNA WEAR A HEADSCARF IN 2011" in 2010, only to not do it the next year. This was a serious decision, and i wasn'nt going to make it by impulse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course it was a slow gradual changing process at first, if you'd known me back in 2009, you would see that i almost wore shorts everywhere. Har harrr, that, and short skirts. Actually, i still have tonnes of them in my closet. But after these thoughts, i really just stopped wearing shorts any longer, i tried my best to keep my clothes below the knee at first. To cover up my legs. However, few people realised this, i think. Even some of my best friends didnt notice it until i pointed it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come December 2010, i still was at a loss, unsure, i admit at some point i just thought "No need lah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, thankfully, in January, whilst i was randomly browsing through a few muslim-related fashion websites (which has been a habit of mine since some time), i randomly came across this blog, and randomly came across this phrase that she wrote regarding the headscarf =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Its so simple yet so profound, the fact that a woman is so treasured, akin to a precious jewel, that her beauty need not be leered at or made into a spectacle for anyone and everyone to see. To put it plainly, a womans' goodies should only be appreciated by her husband, which isnt a bad idea given the "less (clothes) is more" mindset most women seem to succumb to, and to me, seems to have a lot to do with the disrespectful ways in which men often treat women."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i swear it felt like, a truck had hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean i've never ever seen the headscarf from that point of view, and i thought they were the most well-phrased words one could have written about the headscarf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A woman is a jewel, so precious"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i think that did it, for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i dragged my mom, and bought a few more pashminas. All the necessities, pins, and bonnets etc etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats that, really. The rest as they say, is history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been more than two months, i know its just a short period of time, but honestly, i have never felt more at peace with myself spiritually. And eventhough to be honest i believe i look slightly odd in a headscarf (IYE, i do look odd, dont argue, haha, but i like looking odd), i have never felt more beautiful on the inside and more confident as i have today. Alhamdulillah : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT WAS THE RESPONSE LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put it simply, the responses i got were quite diverse, ranging from screams of delight from my best friend (my favourite response) to people asking "Why?" and to the quite drastic "Did anybody force you to wear it? Did your father force you to wear it?" (The answer is no, i chose this by myself, alone) to "Lepasni dah takda pakaian sexy dah?" (THIS left me speechless, i swear, i had to force a smile at this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyeh i guess you cant kill peoples' curiousity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely, i think i surprised a lot of people. Oh well, cant blame them bcs i kept it a secret in myself for so long, plus i think they perceived me as someone who did'nt really pay much thought about religion, considering how i used to dress, or the way i used to style my hair. BUT, then again, few people really know me. See, this is exactly why you should'nt judge someone based solely by their outward appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i hated most was the fact that some people would assume that i was doing it fr all the wrong reasons. Particularly one reason which will not be stated here. But its okay, they dont know me, and yes, you can have your thoughts, but i know my own truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just dont spread lies k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But overall a huge majority of the response has been positive. So positive. I've received so many praises. And im utterly left feeling humbled by it all. Thank you :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHATS CHANGED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, nothing much really, im still the loud silly argumentative girl i was bfr. Maybe with more modest clothing. In some ways, i think i've become more conscious of the words that come out my mouth, not that i've suddenly become quiet, its just i think i am more aware of some of the things i blurt out. And yes, in some ways, i do feel closer to Allah. But one thing i do realise, is that, people around me, especially guys, treat me with a bit more respect than before. Its been good overall //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO I HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT TAKING IT OFF?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be quite frank, so far, the answer is no. Which is odd, bcs before i wore it, i expected myself to take it off it during a couple of occasions such as when i would have to go jogging, or swimming or diving. But i didnt. I &lt;b&gt;didnt &lt;/b&gt;want to take it off. I had to made a few adjustments with my sports/swimming attire obviously, but it was nothing big, im still perfectly capable of carrying out these activities. I mean why should a piece of cloth covering your head stop you from doing the things you love? It shoudnt, heck, &lt;i&gt;it doesnt&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;////&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im really glad i put it on. I think overall it has brought nothing but positive things into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you put it on, trust me its not the end of a journey, its the beginning. You'd be surprised with how much it affects you, how it influences your decisions, the path of self-discovery it takes you on. All in a good way of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without a doubt, its been one of the best decisions i've made in my life, so far : )&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/3970649974156536540-2316769000393244620?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2316769000393244620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2316769000393244620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2316769000393244620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2316769000393244620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-headscarf.html' title='Me + The Headscarf'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xWIUue33U0/TaVT5oona3I/AAAAAAAAA64/fjvpl3dTi2E/s72-c/red%2Bcopy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-533631000081283692</id><published>2011-04-10T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:12:53.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Severe Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_JG3vD_VbM/TaHGdVcrEcI/AAAAAAAAA6g/PFIwRQdUhT8/s400/bobbi.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593970419446780354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN one of my moms' friend came over with her family for dinner last Friday, she saw me and screamed "Yayyyy!" Hahaha that was really nice. She's a really kooky and very humble and generous and extremely funny woman, and  never fails to crack me up with her jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She even gave me a gift. Guess what she bought? A Bobbi Brown make up kit in the picture above. She said "Aunty rasa awak dah takyah belajar dah sekarang, belajar nak jadi cantik je lah eh" And we laughed. Trust me, i havent got the slightest idea on how to wear make up. I've never worn any of it outside home, not even eyeliner. Seriously. Guess i might have to start now ehe ehe ehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her husband also came over for dinner, but they came separately since he came from his workplace. And when he came, he brought over tonnes of bread from The Loaf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And trust me, my eyes immediately popped. Like this = &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before seeing bread --&amp;gt; -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After seeing bread --&amp;gt; O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been craving bread from The Loaf for about two weeks now, since i have this habit of going into their shop at Pavillion during lunch hour just to indulge in the sweet, savoury, delicate smell of fresh bread, but i never buy them since they are rather expensive and i dont bring that much money with me to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what i do, i go in the store with a hungry stomach and i see all these gorgeous brown bread arranged all around me with the most beautiful aroma hanging in the air but i dont buy them. And i leave the store, even hungrier than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you can imagine my delight when i saw him carrying that blue paper bag filled with delicious bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JyTSYKCRzA/TaHGdDhORTI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/mkHk0ZIn92k/s400/yay%2Bbread.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593970414634026290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, as if that was'nt enough Uncle S- even managed to get a hold of The Loafs' privilege card and, out of severe kindness, he registered the card under my name. Yes, my name, not his name, not my moms' name, but my name. My name. Complete with my I/C number and my birthdate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpTFUQLAc04/TaHGd-2bXuI/AAAAAAAAA6o/thNzGCLCOh8/s400/card.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593970430560657122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, not to mention, those with The Loaf's privilege cards get special prices on certain bread products. Can i just say, YES! Alhamdulillah, hih. I can haz my bread for lunch now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so so so touched by that gesture. It was unbelieveable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many people would even do that? I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many people would do that? Let alone for a young girl who hasnt even turned 18 yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. Have. No. Idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly, truly i thought that was just one amazing act of kindness and generousity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank you, thank you, thank you. It was mindblowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: ) //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, bcs truly there's nothing else left i can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-533631000081283692?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/533631000081283692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=533631000081283692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/533631000081283692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/533631000081283692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/04/severe-kindness.html' title='Severe Kindness'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_JG3vD_VbM/TaHGdVcrEcI/AAAAAAAAA6g/PFIwRQdUhT8/s72-c/bobbi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6496506016957952571</id><published>2011-04-10T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:42:21.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fears and Frustrations- Yuna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4xlP8cLR5rA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing amazing amazinggg g gg g gg g  song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know how Yuna's writing always manage to hit me like a bullet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna see herrrrr live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kena, nak, wajib, mesti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fears and frustrations collide,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll never understand you //&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-6496506016957952571?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6496506016957952571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6496506016957952571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6496506016957952571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6496506016957952571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/04/fears-and-frustrations-yuna.html' title='Fears and Frustrations- Yuna'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4xlP8cLR5rA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-8306260538086092910</id><published>2011-04-07T22:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:23:33.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Days Are Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pvdYVKlPyg/TaAkn6sCECI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/C8AdogSDibM/s1600/neon.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pvdYVKlPyg/TaAkn6sCECI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/C8AdogSDibM/s400/neon.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593511005381595170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pvdYVKlPyg/TaAkn6sCECI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/C8AdogSDibM/s1600/neon.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello lovely creatures, how've you been? Good? Bad? Sad? Happy? Well, i hope life's been treating you well. I've been keeping myself occupied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel like jotting down the current affairs in my life. For starters, Im working again, with my best friend, again, at the same office, again. And somehow, things are ok. The job im doing is still quite dull, but my colleagues are awesome people. Super nice, and all from varying neighbouring countries with colourful backgrounds. Would you believe it if i told you that one of them is gay and has a crush on my straight guy friend (he's terrified by it lol) or the fact that one of my co-workers is a transexual and i had no clue until Ndr told me, she looks like a girl, honestly, i was like ":O" when i found out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, i failed my JPJ test last week, ehe ehe ehe. That sucked, bigtime, like seriously. I hate it when you know you can do something and yet when it comes right down to it, you fail miserably. I hate that feeling. But i guess it was my fault too, for being a careless driver, hih. And for being too panicky on the road, oh well, lets hope i pass the second time, i just dont want to waste my parents money in order to retake the driving test. Hoish, stress //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, anyways, last weekend me and my girls headed off to a fashion bazaar. And . I. Shopped. My. Pants. Off. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? IT FELT SO GOOD. I cant remember the last time i shopped that much, prolly bcs honestly i've barely bought any clothing this year, no kidding. The last time i seriously shopped was in December, whilst we were on holiday. Release tension aku hih. What did i buy? I bought one beautiful dark blue chiffon skirt, these red chiffon pants, a vintage top (awesomeness! vintage = love), a jacket and a blazer, one lovely ring for RM5, and finally finally, i found the gray scarf of my dreams, it was the perfect shade of colour, the perfect material and all at the perfect price, been looking for that one for ages. Alhamdulillah : ) The best part of it all? That the total all my purchases were'nt absurdly expensive. Forget about Forever 21, Topshop, Cotton on and their high prices. Was really glad i went there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats next for me? Most prolly college in July. Why in July? Bcs the college my parents/i want starts in July. I cant wait to be honest, though im scared since the college requires its students to stay there 5 days in a week, so i would have to be apart from my family, which eh, doesnt sound very nice, considering i come from a close-knit family. But then again, maybe i'll survive, hopefully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, i think overall things are starting to look up. Finally. Just. Finally : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave you with two very gedikxxxnyew, webcam-quality, vain pictures of me and my gray scarf, yayyerzzz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3THyJGJXW34/TaAknmarZAI/AAAAAAAAA6I/hq2GeUaHiNU/s400/gray%2B2.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593510999940097026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07H1V5wWpNU/TaAknEiCz_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/aCQGZKjOl2U/s400/gray%2Bsatu.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593510990844186610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arent i like, so pwettih? OK no -__--&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/3970649974156536540-8306260538086092910?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/8306260538086092910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=8306260538086092910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8306260538086092910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8306260538086092910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-old-days-are-back.html' title='My Old Days Are Back'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6pvdYVKlPyg/TaAkn6sCECI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/C8AdogSDibM/s72-c/neon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-3243511605982044436</id><published>2011-04-03T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:09:31.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piece Of Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTqYCqpBLXg/TZh_btaYVyI/AAAAAAAAA54/WSknIaTuYls/s1600/Chicaaa.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTqYCqpBLXg/TZh_btaYVyI/AAAAAAAAA54/WSknIaTuYls/s400/Chicaaa.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591359051403908898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont you think he's a bit of magic on the field?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 goals in his debut season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demmmmm demmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, for one, am absolutely absolutely smitten with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, i've been enchanted by him since the World Cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the fact that he kissed his badge HNNNNN SUKA GILA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAN WE JUST GO GET MARRIED NOWWWWW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yes, i do watch football, no, actually, to put it simply. I just mainly watch United. I rarely give my full focus to matches that they dont compete in. I wouldnt say im a football freak cause there's still truckloads i dont know compared to the boys, but i'd say my knowledge of football is OK. But just that, OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, one of the best things about the weekends is watching United play with Arief and My Dad. Izzat isnt included in that list cause, for some odd reason, he supports Chelsea. How that happened, i will never know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But honestly, weekend at my dad's + football = Really awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love how it brings the three of us together, hih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KBYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-3243511605982044436?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/3243511605982044436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=3243511605982044436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3243511605982044436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3243511605982044436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/04/piece-of-magic.html' title='Piece Of Magic'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTqYCqpBLXg/TZh_btaYVyI/AAAAAAAAA54/WSknIaTuYls/s72-c/Chicaaa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-1139575206421571059</id><published>2011-03-29T16:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:31:12.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Whats On My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZorFWn6iEM/TZGaiQbs7cI/AAAAAAAAA5o/RkIjy9Sse8o/s1600/wagh.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZorFWn6iEM/TZGaiQbs7cI/AAAAAAAAA5o/RkIjy9Sse8o/s400/wagh.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589418525860883906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAKEN from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/nadido.blogspot.com"&gt;nadido.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read her blog, its friggin genius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEAR NADIRA ROSLAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLS STOP BEING SO RIGHT, ALL THE TIME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haihssisihsjdshdfjfbvshfstgdfsyufsyudgfshdfhsdjfsdfsfshdbccbsjdchsdcsbcj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. cant. even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sound like some bimbotic lovesick teen dont i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as i'd hate to admit it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im in a quite fragile state in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im confused, im happy, im sad, im lost, im laughing, im crying, im empty, im complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But more than anything, im just exhausted of feeling so much towards one person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as much im getting better now (Thank God for that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish this feeling would drain out faster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience has never been my strength, hih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nyeh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But, i'll survive, i always do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-1139575206421571059?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/1139575206421571059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=1139575206421571059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1139575206421571059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1139575206421571059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/03/taken-from-nadido.html' title='Say Whats On My Mind'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZorFWn6iEM/TZGaiQbs7cI/AAAAAAAAA5o/RkIjy9Sse8o/s72-c/wagh.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-5000243447016762668</id><published>2011-03-28T00:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:04:02.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Totally Random Note =</title><content type='html'>All this talk about education, what to do next, where to go, its really stressing me out.&lt;div&gt;Not to mention, scary. Life gets scarier when you get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah, it seems like im always stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when it comes to =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Studies (Always)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Boys (lolololol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, well, what do you expect, i am very much still a teenager. Guys get to me too. Im not a robot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel things, simple as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my best friend (Nadira) tweeted &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(123, 199, 209); line-height: 16px; "&gt;The longer I live, the more I realise it's impossible to find my type of guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(123, 199, 209); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAN I JUST SAY .. thats she's right. 100% correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone should give her an award, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The older you become, the more complex your feelings are, the more complex are the things you want, including boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its no longer = He says hi, then you say hi back. Then bla bla bla two weeks later you guys are together, when you barely even know each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats just crap now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just, huaaaaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its normal for a girl to feel these things. I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I just want a guy who .. talks a lot, and has opinions, and is smart, and funny and has confidence. Not to mention, who only sees me, and who can accept me for who i am. But most importantly, i want a guy who has solid faith in God. That, is an absolute must. Ha kau feeling habis aku : P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAPI MMG IMPOSSIBLE KAN nak cr someone like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok? O-ook &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, but you dont have to tell me twice, im not stupid. I know that studies &amp;gt; boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pls dont put a guy ahead of your studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO MATTER WHAT, i dont care lah if you guys broke up or if he cheated with five different girls or if you got dumped. You can cry, scream, do whatever you want, but never let it affect your studies. When you cry, you cry. When you study, you study. Forget about everything else whilst you're reading that Chemistry book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same goes if you're in a relationship. Pls dont be too distracted until you forget to study because you're too busy texting/calling one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to learn how to prioritise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, i really miss the ocean, sunsets, sand beneath my feet, saltwater in my hair, my sunburnt cheeks, diving, lugging around that gigantic (and heavy) tank behind my back, the sea breeze on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i would give for the ocean to be right at my doorstep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KBYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-5000243447016762668?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/5000243447016762668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=5000243447016762668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/5000243447016762668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/5000243447016762668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-totally-random-note.html' title='On A Totally Random Note ='/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2233437759416965777</id><published>2011-03-23T23:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:23:32.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM Result Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yELGYA0vuDI/TYonja03VoI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/cQ96MApdu2M/s1600/euteri.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yELGYA0vuDI/TYonja03VoI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/cQ96MApdu2M/s400/euteri.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587321777156478594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely an emotional day, there were tears, laughter, nervousness, panic. I felt like puking prior to the whole thing. And when they started announcing it, i became so intense that i think from afar i must've looked like i had become a statue. And then it happened. And i think i stopped breathing. I think i was half-crying, half-gasping for air, i must've looked really odd. Like a fish out of water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syukur, I got 8A+ and 1A. I missed my Language. Suspected i would miss it though, hahaha. Dang, but its ok. I admit, my BM can be quite cacat. Kids, dont be like me ehe ehe ehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But enough about that. The real point of this post is so that i can type out all my Thank Yous. Eventhough some of the people concerned might not read this post. But eh, it doesnt matter. So here goes = &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Without a doubt, the amount of gratitude i have towards The Almighty One is so immense. Alhamdulillah for the blessing he has given me. I thank dear Allah for answering my prayers. For giving me the strength to continue on. Words cannot even express how much joy and gratitude i have in me right now. All i can say is Alhamdulillah&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My school teachers, without you guys. I would not even be near to success. I owe you so much for all the knowledge you've given me. For answering even the most absurd questions from me, for being patient with me, for being the best damn teachers you could possibly be towards me. Puan Hafizah, Puan Norrehan, Miss Hema, Puan Shemalah, Puan Aleef, Puan Rohaizan, Puan Wong, Ustazah Salehah and Tuan Haji Saifuddin. Thank you : ) And a huge huge thanks to Madam Ong, my addmaths tutor //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Family. Mom ++ Dad. This is for you. Everything i do, is to make you proud. And i hope i did that today. Thanks for always motivating me. For being there for me. For telling me to not stay locked up in my room so much. For telling me to relax sometimes cause you knew thr were moments when i felt i could've exploded. And finally, thank you, for letting me inherit your brains. My two baby brothers, who were there for me through everything, who made me laugh non-stop, you boys are my destress pills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. MY FIVE GIRLS. Elydia, Nadira, Fatihin, Nadia and Zati. You are the reasons i survived five years of high school. For me becoming a better person. And i love you beautiful ladies for supporting me through everything. Even when it came to the stupidest things. Be it from studies, religion, and to boy problems, i knew i had them to count on. You guys stuck with me ever since i was that silly immature girl at 13, till now. And i dont know how you do it, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. To all my friends, jyeahhhhh. Thanks for being there, especially when i needed help. And honestly thank you for being able to bear with my overtly loud, (sometimes) annoying, and  (sometimes) aggressive personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. And a huge huge thanks to those who took some time to wish their congratulations to me. especially my juniors. You guys were so nice i could've just died. Even people i barely knew took their time to wish me face to face, and that was, shfajfhsdjas amazing. THANK YOU! And im sorry if i appeared obnoxious or didnt spend some time to chat, as you can imagine i was a bit dazed ++ im really shy. So sorry about that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats about it, again i am just so grateful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for those of you who did well, here's me saying congratulations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for those who did'nt, honestly, dont worry, this is just one part of life, its just the beginning. Everything happens for a reason. Godwilling, He will guide you to your path and you'll succeed loads then later in life. Just stay strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillah : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2233437759416965777?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2233437759416965777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2233437759416965777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2233437759416965777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2233437759416965777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/03/spm-result-day-2010.html' title='SPM Result Day'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yELGYA0vuDI/TYonja03VoI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/cQ96MApdu2M/s72-c/euteri.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-7147781943001264581</id><published>2011-03-22T10:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:01:05.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WP067A004</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLxLVxBM6Oc/TYhGb4Va-yI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pcA0ViwM6ec/s1600/spm%2Bpapers.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLxLVxBM6Oc/TYhGb4Va-yI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pcA0ViwM6ec/s400/spm%2Bpapers.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586792782545746722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 22nd of March&lt;div&gt;Its now 2.49 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which means in less than 24 hours, SPM results will be out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not one who likes to admit her fears in public, but i'll make an exception &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fear disappointment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disappointing my parents, my teachers, and myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh, oh well, i cant undo what's been done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can only pray for the best, so InsyaAllah all will be fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all Form 5's of last year, i am sincerely wishing you guys all the best! Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was SPM like for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was bittersweet, to put it simply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a relief to know that finally after 11 months, it was finally going to end. Bcs as i've stated before, i was just exhausted from it. Bcs i felt like i put my life on hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was sad cause it marked the end of our school days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, when you hand in that last paper, that was it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like most big experiences, there were some memorable moments for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ I still remember how intense everybody was before the first paper, Bahasa Malaysia 1, everybody was so, terrified, tak tipu. You just just feel the fear in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Or how i cried alone whilst calling my mom after doing my Addmaths paper 1. I dont think anybody knows this. I was upset not because i couldnt do it. Lets get this straight, i absolutely, without a doubt, love addmaths. Its my favourite subject. Not my best, but my favourite. And there were a few questions in paper 1, that were.. weird, and i made a few careless mistakes. And i was so frustrated with myself after that paper. So. bloody. frustrated. And when i called up my mom to vent, i. started. crying. like. a. baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ I remember sitting for Biology 3, the final paper. The paper when you have to write out an experiment. And you know what was annoying? Surprisingly, the experiment they asked last year was something nobody expected. At all. I will never forget the moment when we flicked through the paper bfr we could start, and i saw the experiment question. I immediately turned my head to Manoj (smartest guy forever) to see what his reaction would be like. And he looked at me too, and mouthed the words "f-ck" to me. I laughed. Bcs what else could i do? Takkan lupa, hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyeh, pray for me people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much thanks //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, i really hope last years' SPM candidates do well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best, im sending each and every one of you all the luck in the world hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaaaaaaah, takutnyaaaaa hahaha : O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-7147781943001264581?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/7147781943001264581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=7147781943001264581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7147781943001264581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7147781943001264581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/03/wp067a004.html' title='WP067A004'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLxLVxBM6Oc/TYhGb4Va-yI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pcA0ViwM6ec/s72-c/spm%2Bpapers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6156381242793158132</id><published>2011-03-22T10:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T10:42:42.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Annoying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQ5Aiqmcybo/TYgJcnXgceI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ZSYdtHSjQ50/s400/cermin.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586725724961665506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at what my brother did at my mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tgk niiiiiiiiiiiiii, he scribbled words like "Tevez" "Mancini" and "Manchesta Citi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah, bongok gila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont get him sometimes, cause we're both supporters of United&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear otak dia kekadang .. -_----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The jokes he makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, whilst my mother was pregnant with Arief, she was playing basketball (Dont ask me why) And she fell down, on her tummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as a result of that, i ended up getting a brother who grew up to be like this =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uWNRXfC-NY4/TYgJdMdaTuI/AAAAAAAAA5I/YPqq6Z3y8Ds/s400/sangap.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586725734918541026" /&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/3970649974156536540-6156381242793158132?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6156381242793158132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6156381242793158132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6156381242793158132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6156381242793158132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-annoying.html' title='Super Annoying'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GQ5Aiqmcybo/TYgJcnXgceI/AAAAAAAAA5A/ZSYdtHSjQ50/s72-c/cermin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-3667759206336520107</id><published>2011-03-21T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:21:09.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late At Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2h9I78Gk5WI/TYY3Q8mYKtI/AAAAAAAAA44/jtoYt5uz3NU/s1600/photo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2h9I78Gk5WI/TYY3Q8mYKtI/AAAAAAAAA44/jtoYt5uz3NU/s400/photo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586213152084208338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what not going to school/not working makes you realise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you're lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel lonely to be honest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially in the night, when im the only one awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the mornings when my brothers are out in school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the random conversations with a random bunch of friends in school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teasing my classmates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or being loud and silly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sneaking out to recess early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting annoyed at prefects for telling you to keep quiet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stress of exams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purposely going to the toilet to stare at oneself at the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the gossips/the stories/the drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It used to be so easy to see each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in school makes you blind on how lonely one really is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surrounded by people you're used to seeing everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dont see it, till its taken away from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least, this is the case with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss it, a lottttttttt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, life goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And im glad that, my last year in school, was the one i enjoyed most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Save the best for last //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-3667759206336520107?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/3667759206336520107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=3667759206336520107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3667759206336520107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3667759206336520107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/03/late-at-night.html' title='Late At Night'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2h9I78Gk5WI/TYY3Q8mYKtI/AAAAAAAAA44/jtoYt5uz3NU/s72-c/photo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2029298744668864751</id><published>2011-03-19T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:02:07.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weakness Weakness Weakness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nm2qsX7jna8/TYRiaeRVgkI/AAAAAAAAA4w/VLGxdklDgPw/s1600/chcolate.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nm2qsX7jna8/TYRiaeRVgkI/AAAAAAAAA4w/VLGxdklDgPw/s400/chcolate.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585697644788154946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHOCOLATE, COKELAT, CHOCOLATEEEEEEE&lt;div&gt;Hm, sukanyaaaaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN it comes to dessert, for me, you can never go wrong with chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate pudding, chocolate cake, chocolate frosting, chocolate cupcakes, chocolate mousse, chocolate drinks, chocolate yoghurt, chocolate ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate works for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EHE EHE EHE : P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im hungry can you tell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2029298744668864751?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2029298744668864751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2029298744668864751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2029298744668864751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2029298744668864751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/03/weakness-weakness-weakness.html' title='Weakness Weakness Weakness'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nm2qsX7jna8/TYRiaeRVgkI/AAAAAAAAA4w/VLGxdklDgPw/s72-c/chcolate.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-8538972456399674009</id><published>2011-03-12T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T15:33:02.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born This Way Ay Ay Ay</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wV1FrqwZyKw" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is kinda late, ehe ehe i know most people have moved on about this video but i thought about voicing my opinion regarding this video&lt;div&gt;ITS SO SKERIIIIIIIIIIII&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats saying something, bcs i've always been a fan hers, though not an extremely hardcore fan. But a fan nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When The Fame Monster album came out, i really loved the music on that one, and her image as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a thing for celebrities with a penchant for weirdness, celebrities who are a bit outlandish and peculiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when she released Bad Romance, she hit the spot, right on with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love what she wears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bubble dress, the dead Kermit ensemble, the Gareth Pugh performance outfit at X-Factor, the living dress by Hussein Chayalan that she wore whilst she was touring, and of course that infamous Meat Dress just to mention a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xnt-fRZoa-0/TXsgB--AEKI/AAAAAAAAA4o/L4Fjy0xDD8g/s400/metal.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583091381510869154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rcazP2G4SzI/TXsgBkXk3oI/AAAAAAAAA4g/mJxLYB0hknQ/s400/living%2Bdress.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583091374370381442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She puts on a show with what she wears, and i love that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bcs it takes guts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, i thought this was a bit too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unicorns, aliens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku tak faham senannya, haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant really relate to any of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND i reallllllllly realllly dislike the alienatic make up implants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menakutkan k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'd still be at the top of her game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KBYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-8538972456399674009?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/8538972456399674009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=8538972456399674009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8538972456399674009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8538972456399674009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/03/born-this-way-ay-ay-ay.html' title='Born This Way Ay Ay Ay'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wV1FrqwZyKw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2527139641055206331</id><published>2011-03-12T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T15:34:21.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspeakable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUczmUEavcE/TXsSk5AVgUI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-dXLMPx2nnU/s1600/UUUUU.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUczmUEavcE/TXsSk5AVgUI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-dXLMPx2nnU/s400/UUUUU.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583076588042682690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least, for my sake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you clearly have no idea how lucky you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2527139641055206331?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2527139641055206331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2527139641055206331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2527139641055206331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2527139641055206331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-my-sake.html' title='Unspeakable'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUczmUEavcE/TXsSk5AVgUI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/-dXLMPx2nnU/s72-c/UUUUU.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-7673086892673750152</id><published>2011-03-11T10:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:04:55.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Dont Do This At Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GmQedLudZww/TXmTEHntGVI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/pVS9n043RkM/s1600/r4.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GmQedLudZww/TXmTEHntGVI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/pVS9n043RkM/s400/r4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582654912076781906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GmQedLudZww/TXmTEHntGVI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/pVS9n043RkM/s1600/r4.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view, but demm the picture came out blurry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XphsakVoR7o/TXmTDvzWXTI/AAAAAAAAA4I/qJMDV5Ogzx4/s1600/r3.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XphsakVoR7o/TXmTDvzWXTI/AAAAAAAAA4I/qJMDV5Ogzx4/s400/r3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582654905683172658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0H-Wb2O19qY/TXmTC3kdf8I/AAAAAAAAA4A/HOySMt3h6rE/s1600/r2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qHDPSYrvyk/TXmTCP_HDII/AAAAAAAAA34/w7eL9ivHkAQ/s1600/r1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qHDPSYrvyk/TXmTCP_HDII/AAAAAAAAA34/w7eL9ivHkAQ/s400/r1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582654879962696834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qHDPSYrvyk/TXmTCP_HDII/AAAAAAAAA34/w7eL9ivHkAQ/s1600/r1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ze ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location = Fahrenheits' Rooftop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;March 9th, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was after work, and me and Ndr decided to meet Nadia and Fatihin at Subway Fahrenheit since Nadia wanted to go collect her salary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There we met up with Johan, and he asked us "Kau nak tgk rooftop tak?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which i immediately said yes, despite knowing that the place would be prohibited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause im a sucker for views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, that was our mistake. But hey havent you been 18 and reckless?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, rest assured i wont be doing sth like that again, ehe ehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went up, and it was quite nice, not the best view though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we felt the wind on our faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were there for about 20 minutes, prior to Maghrib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's where the drama started though, whilst we were chatting, Nadira saw someone below us, it was a worker, all dressed in black, he looked about the age of 28? Im not sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we were sitting on a higher platform, he told us to get down from the platform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when we got down from the platform, he had another friend with him. All dressed in black, roughly the same age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they really started scolding us. Specifically to Johan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually Johan got most of the scolding haha, shian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying things like "Kau fikir kau pernah kerja sini, kau boleh naik je la atas ni? Suka hati je la"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they kept repeating this for about 20 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean i dont mind them scolding us, it was our fault yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, maybe they were doing their jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in my defense, we were polite and we apologised, we kept apologising to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like i said. 18 and reckless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here's what they said that suddenly made me jerk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of them went "Camni korang bayar ah, 200 sorang"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIKE WHUTTTTTTTTT&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHUT?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DID HE SAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt even have that much money to begin with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after he said that, they went on scolding us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LUCKILY though, amidst all the commotion, there was a pak guard who came into the area, by pure coincidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was quite old, and im not whether he was Indonesian or Malaysian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then those two men dressed in black saw him and said to him "Pak cik, area ni memang takda siapa boleh masuk kan?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which the Pak Guard said "Ya memang lah bla bla bla"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then whilst the two men continued their ramblings, the Pak Guard pointed us to go back into the building&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since nobody escorted us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We calmly walked back to Pavillion hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phewh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriouslyyyy, i dont mind getting scolded etc etc. Cause yes it was our fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT bribery?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heish, i dont know what to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an adventure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just glad i got home safe. Alhamdulillah : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learnt //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-7673086892673750152?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/7673086892673750152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=7673086892673750152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7673086892673750152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7673086892673750152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/03/kids-dont-do-this-at-home.html' title='Kids Dont Do This At Home'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GmQedLudZww/TXmTEHntGVI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/pVS9n043RkM/s72-c/r4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-7070413384732943349</id><published>2011-03-05T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:06:51.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUKMr5gwLhA/TXHEnVpXvoI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/zKHSQW2OeFM/s1600/pink.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUKMr5gwLhA/TXHEnVpXvoI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/zKHSQW2OeFM/s400/pink.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580457593393364610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS MARCH!&lt;div&gt;Its already March, can you believe it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have just flown by. Snap, just like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that im complaining, i just wish these past two months would have been more eventful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, i've recently started work. Its sort of a secretarial job, currently helping out this company handle some stuff for an upcoming event. BUT it wont be for long, the contract will only be just for a week, my best friend offered me this job along with her so i took it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to make this clear, Im not the biggest fan of my job, ehe ehe ehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there's one thing i've learnt from my job, its that, i cannot see myself working in an office, in a small cubicle when i grow up. For the rest of my life, in an office. Can i just say, NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd be bored to death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though i like working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really honestly like working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working gives you a sense of independence, which i really like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like knowing that im earning my own money, you understand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also like the lunch breaks, and wandering through KL on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like that feeling when you navigate through a city discovering a side of it you've never known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is what's happening to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always loved walking through a city. Its such a shame that KL is not that much of a walking city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention the deranged people wandering through the streets nowadays. Rempits, rapists, snatch thieves. KENNOT LE LIDDIS. SO SCARY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih -_---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great March everybody!&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/3970649974156536540-7070413384732943349?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/7070413384732943349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=7070413384732943349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7070413384732943349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7070413384732943349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-on.html' title='March On'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUKMr5gwLhA/TXHEnVpXvoI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/zKHSQW2OeFM/s72-c/pink.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-4820105941873800460</id><published>2011-02-23T01:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T02:07:27.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Bomb Waiting To Explode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47TdtdbPBEE/TWP7DQBt6wI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ZXDa1dTpunY/s1600/past%2Blights.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47TdtdbPBEE/TWP7DQBt6wI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ZXDa1dTpunY/s400/past%2Blights.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576576796875156226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how i thought i knew it all when i was 14&lt;div&gt;Almost 4 years after, i think now if i met my former self, i think without a doubt i would slap her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And scream "WAKE UP BODOH"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hell did i really know at that age? Nothing, really,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; absolutely nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only good that came out from all this is that, its a reminder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A reminder of who i shouldnt be anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would i tell that younger version of myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd tell myself to go find God, to ask forgiveness from my elders, not become so obsessed with Myspace, to not be so insecure, to respect teachers, to forgive, to listen, to not swear so much, to watch my words, to not hurt my friends, to not lie, to not talk about people behind their backs, to think, to be less selfish, to wait. I'd tell her, to&lt;b&gt; not&lt;/b&gt; make the biggest mistake of her life. Which still leaves its mark, to this day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as i'd take it all back, in a second, i would. Delete my past if i could, and yet, i cant help but to realise that, it was these mistakes that brought me here today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what does one do with their past?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What. Do. You. Do. With. Them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bcs i cant seem to forgive myself just yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-4820105941873800460?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/4820105941873800460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=4820105941873800460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4820105941873800460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4820105941873800460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/02/like-bomb-waiting-to-explode.html' title='Like A Bomb Waiting To Explode'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-47TdtdbPBEE/TWP7DQBt6wI/AAAAAAAAA2w/ZXDa1dTpunY/s72-c/past%2Blights.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-4071948509506844954</id><published>2011-02-23T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T01:09:43.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Young things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fid0ZR9xX6s/TWPtZOpo2QI/AAAAAAAAA2o/nIUEP6IyMr0/s1600/shian%2Bdia.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fid0ZR9xX6s/TWPtZOpo2QI/AAAAAAAAA2o/nIUEP6IyMr0/s400/shian%2Bdia.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576561781300058370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I love about this photo&lt;div&gt;We look like idiots haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her first day of work + 9 hours of making sandwiches at Subway + two hours of sleep the night before = Nadia Nadhira Airisal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovesss xx&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/3970649974156536540-4071948509506844954?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/4071948509506844954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=4071948509506844954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4071948509506844954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4071948509506844954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/02/pretty-young-things.html' title='Pretty Young things'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fid0ZR9xX6s/TWPtZOpo2QI/AAAAAAAAA2o/nIUEP6IyMr0/s72-c/shian%2Bdia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-918721600634131546</id><published>2011-02-23T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T01:04:26.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, Nice To Meet You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRy6gq24Tig/TWPpBve1wOI/AAAAAAAAA2g/ecNgYgIfi6o/s1600/tangan2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRy6gq24Tig/TWPpBve1wOI/AAAAAAAAA2g/ecNgYgIfi6o/s400/tangan2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576556979749765346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im bored with my current circle of people&lt;div&gt;I mean &lt;i&gt;okayyyy&lt;/i&gt;, no, bored isnt the word, not bored just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i could meet a new set of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noooooo&lt;/b&gt;, not to replace my bestfriends, &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just new people, new friends, new personalities, new troubles, new happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause everything just runs in a circle, im in the same drama for too long already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A breath of fresh air would be nice, you understand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here's why meeting new people is difficult for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Bcs i just, absolutely refuse to meet new friends online anymore.  Done all that crap when i was younger. Grew up. Meeting new friends online is just, blegh not my thing. &lt;b&gt;ITS THE SAME THING OK&lt;/b&gt;, it always starts with "Hi thanks for approving" then its the same absurd shallow questions like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"U dah makan?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; "&lt;b&gt;Berapa lama dah online?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You tak kuar weekend ni?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Bla bla bla, im tired with thinking what to write next in a stupid online conversation with new people, cause its more difficult to present your personality in cyberspace than it is if you were to talk to me in real life ++ plus the fact that its all superficial crap, really bores me to death. Dont you have any other interesting questions to ask? Better things to do? Hm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. There are only two categories of people i approve on Facebook, which is a) People I Know and b) Schoolmates. I abide by these rules, so no matter if you are a boyanzz/rempits/murderer, if you fall under one of these categories, i will approve you. But see the problem with this is the fact that, i cannot run from my social circle cause most people in my friend list are people i already know in real life -_--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I AM EXTREMELY SHY AROUND NEW PEOPLE, plus i can be socially awkward. I am really, really realllllyyyyyyyy quiet around strangers. Which doesnt do me any good. That should explain itself, i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The only way i can see myself meeting new people is if i really go out and mix around. But how? What? Where? Its all too limiting nowadays, especially when most people would prefer to just say hi online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter, i'll just wait, and then by some sort of magic i'll meet tonnes of new people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just dont know when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aha aha ah kbye&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/3970649974156536540-918721600634131546?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/918721600634131546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=918721600634131546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/918721600634131546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/918721600634131546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi-nice-to-meet-you.html' title='Hi, Nice To Meet You'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRy6gq24Tig/TWPpBve1wOI/AAAAAAAAA2g/ecNgYgIfi6o/s72-c/tangan2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-8164083961220680947</id><published>2011-02-17T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:59:26.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJxi-BXNgY4/TV1GCAzTGTI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/c7xjZ0kjio0/s1600/k.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJxi-BXNgY4/TV1GCAzTGTI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/c7xjZ0kjio0/s400/k.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574688914143385906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just fooling around, here's half of my face in case you've forgotten what i looked like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And whats that covering my head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU lol ok &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-8164083961220680947?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/8164083961220680947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=8164083961220680947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8164083961220680947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8164083961220680947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/02/remember-december.html' title='Remember December'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJxi-BXNgY4/TV1GCAzTGTI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/c7xjZ0kjio0/s72-c/k.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-7284667122157056155</id><published>2011-02-17T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:13:32.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wannabe Food Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6vrZXK34g/TV1D8FVmvNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/BdAzjARcBfU/s1600/m4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6vrZXK34g/TV1D8FVmvNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/BdAzjARcBfU/s400/m4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574686613258550482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6vrZXK34g/TV1D8FVmvNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/BdAzjARcBfU/s1600/m4.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFTgBwzV7eU/TV1D7j8hq8I/AAAAAAAAA2A/lIKuFneoXUk/s1600/m3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFTgBwzV7eU/TV1D7j8hq8I/AAAAAAAAA2A/lIKuFneoXUk/s400/m3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574686604294990786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFTgBwzV7eU/TV1D7j8hq8I/AAAAAAAAA2A/lIKuFneoXUk/s1600/m3.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6r3ziibRUzo/TV1D7GLyuUI/AAAAAAAAA14/jzNhA4gY2VY/s1600/m2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6r3ziibRUzo/TV1D7GLyuUI/AAAAAAAAA14/jzNhA4gY2VY/s400/m2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574686596305959234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6r3ziibRUzo/TV1D7GLyuUI/AAAAAAAAA14/jzNhA4gY2VY/s1600/m2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oorvfNoBJlo/TV1D6qG942I/AAAAAAAAA1w/8HdE91IfdKA/s1600/m1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oorvfNoBJlo/TV1D6qG942I/AAAAAAAAA1w/8HdE91IfdKA/s400/m1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574686588769526626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiii, so i've been having this urge to bake. Especially cause i admit, im growing a bit jealous of those kids on Jr Masterchef -_--So i tried making meringues today. 2nd try, the first batch i did yesterday were disastrous. So disastrous up to the point that i was embarrassed to capture photos of them ehe ehe ehe ehe&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im a horrible cook, seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically meringues are eggs white whipped with sugar and some other stuff, pretty basic thing to try. Not the biggest fan of its taste but i just baked them to challenge myself, for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only problem i had with them was timing, the recipe said that it would take a mere 20 minutes to be ready, but i swear my meringues spent 1 and a half hours in the oven. And i dont know why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they turned out ok, so Thank God : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-7284667122157056155?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/7284667122157056155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=7284667122157056155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7284667122157056155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7284667122157056155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/02/wannabe-food-blogger.html' title='Wannabe Food Blogger'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VE6vrZXK34g/TV1D8FVmvNI/AAAAAAAAA2I/BdAzjARcBfU/s72-c/m4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2419454623770229795</id><published>2011-02-15T23:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:11:31.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Weirdness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Photos from my phone //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4CvEWs5Q0U/TVqfVKmOFXI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ErZ3i0EdJZ4/s1600/IMG00150-20110119-1725.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4CvEWs5Q0U/TVqfVKmOFXI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ErZ3i0EdJZ4/s400/IMG00150-20110119-1725.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573942674795140466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4CvEWs5Q0U/TVqfVKmOFXI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ErZ3i0EdJZ4/s1600/IMG00150-20110119-1725.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right, Arief took a pencil and decided to vandalise the wall next to my bathroom. Now everytime im done with using the bathroom the first thing i see is "Prince charming where r u?" Awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-krBGJHo2y3o/TVqe1H5ayOI/AAAAAAAAA0g/fijVl6FJWnw/s1600/IMG00140-20110117-2243.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-krBGJHo2y3o/TVqe1H5ayOI/AAAAAAAAA0g/fijVl6FJWnw/s400/IMG00140-20110117-2243.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573942124314544354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-krBGJHo2y3o/TVqe1H5ayOI/AAAAAAAAA0g/fijVl6FJWnw/s1600/IMG00140-20110117-2243.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lat comics are the shiznit! We cannot be friends if you're not a fan of his work haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCOJ9LCTANY/TVqe0cFuZmI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/NQJTDmySeL4/s1600/IMG00122-20110116-1656.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCOJ9LCTANY/TVqe0cFuZmI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/NQJTDmySeL4/s400/IMG00122-20110116-1656.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573942112555001442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YCOJ9LCTANY/TVqe0cFuZmI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/NQJTDmySeL4/s1600/IMG00122-20110116-1656.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ayah wanted me and my brothers to read this book. I did, and its beautiful, the sort of book that makes you think, eventhough the language used is very easy. I love it when people write dedications in books, adds a bit more magic in them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IQGoitA9Y2o/TVqeznwB7zI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/fv_mp0UUEFI/s1600/IMG00083-20110215-1734.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IQGoitA9Y2o/TVqeznwB7zI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/fv_mp0UUEFI/s400/IMG00083-20110215-1734.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573942098505363250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IQGoitA9Y2o/TVqeznwB7zI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/fv_mp0UUEFI/s1600/IMG00083-20110215-1734.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whats' a phone without the presence of the owners' self-indulgent pictures? HEHE, its a habit, i take photos of outfits that i think are a-ok. The blazer looks yellow-ish but i think in real life its more to brown-ish in colour. Its two sizes bigger than my size but its lovely. Vintage hand-me-down from my moms' friend, in other words, got in for free. What can i say, im a cheapskate. Heck yes : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb-k3wJwZAI/TVqey_IPMtI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ZjKetZcy5O8/s1600/IMG00019-20110213-1007.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb-k3wJwZAI/TVqey_IPMtI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ZjKetZcy5O8/s400/IMG00019-20110213-1007.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573942087601042130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb-k3wJwZAI/TVqey_IPMtI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ZjKetZcy5O8/s1600/IMG00019-20110213-1007.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The headline on Sunday, this was epic. His goal was friggin epic. His celebration was epic. In conclusion, it was epic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icNvrTzOxFo/TVqexVKWFaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Xj8P1cvqf0I/s1600/IMG00003-20110212-1316.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icNvrTzOxFo/TVqexVKWFaI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Xj8P1cvqf0I/s400/IMG00003-20110212-1316.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573942059155723682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe this was bought at the mens' section? Its so shantikkkkkk. Its proven then, not only do guys have better shirts than women, but apparently, better rings. Boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2419454623770229795?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2419454623770229795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2419454623770229795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2419454623770229795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2419454623770229795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/02/everyday-weirdness.html' title='Everyday Weirdness'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4CvEWs5Q0U/TVqfVKmOFXI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ErZ3i0EdJZ4/s72-c/IMG00150-20110119-1725.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-374211996948773593</id><published>2011-02-15T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:43:03.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of A Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4E_16a7Tt6Q/TVqX_TGHRwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/BYrcX-VeZ-4/s1600/sand.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4E_16a7Tt6Q/TVqX_TGHRwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/BYrcX-VeZ-4/s400/sand.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573934602537879298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4E_16a7Tt6Q/TVqX_TGHRwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/BYrcX-VeZ-4/s1600/sand.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has been running in circles lately&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WHAT IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WHAT IF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WHAT IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not what you think, im not drowning in thoughts of "what could have beens", or what should have happened if everything went the way i wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats driving me nuts is the smallest decision i did back then when it seemed irrelevant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, the small things you take for granted, you just do without thinking. the things you think "Peh, what could happen?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only now its just, the more i think about it, its making me insane, bcs that caused it all. THAT SMALL DECISION, made a huge difference, left a huge mark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAS THAT HAPPENED TO ANY OF YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever made some stupid, random, what seemed like an irrelevant and unimportant decision but then it turns out, that decision had an effect, and that effect grew, and grew and kept growing and it wouldnt stop and you try to control it but you know  its gonna fail AND BOOOOOOOOOMKKCMNWCWEJFWHF! It all suddenly &lt;i&gt;explodes &lt;/i&gt;in your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah im going through that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep imagining, WHAT IF I DIDNT MAKE THAT DECISION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, im not lying, i think 2010 would have turned out drastically different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND if 2010 would have been different, so would be 2011 you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep thinking, if i had chosen something else, who would i be now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where would i be now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i would feel now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would i be happy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would be the lessons i learnt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i didnt make that decision back in January, last year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE SMALL, TINY decision, and yet the consequences were huge, colossal, gigantic i cant even begin to explain how much of an impact it left on me , lol ok thats exaggerating it, but you get my point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God works in mysterious ways sometimes&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/3970649974156536540-374211996948773593?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/374211996948773593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=374211996948773593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/374211996948773593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/374211996948773593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/02/question-of-lifetime.html' title='Question of A Lifetime'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4E_16a7Tt6Q/TVqX_TGHRwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/BYrcX-VeZ-4/s72-c/sand.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2351016872570523386</id><published>2011-02-11T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:55:41.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hhetgkutrhurtujtrebntrb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TVSvzcsFl8I/AAAAAAAAAzw/IANaHKDUOF8/s1600/s4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TVSvzcsFl8I/AAAAAAAAAzw/IANaHKDUOF8/s400/s4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572271937373444034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TVSvzcsFl8I/AAAAAAAAAzw/IANaHKDUOF8/s1600/s4.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVSUyBEG4OU/TVSvyjpWKcI/AAAAAAAAAzo/pcEEevukkb0/s1600/s3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVSUyBEG4OU/TVSvyjpWKcI/AAAAAAAAAzo/pcEEevukkb0/s400/s3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572271922061126082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVSUyBEG4OU/TVSvyjpWKcI/AAAAAAAAAzo/pcEEevukkb0/s1600/s3.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TVSvxz5bcII/AAAAAAAAAzg/a6JdomL053w/s1600/s2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TVSvxz5bcII/AAAAAAAAAzg/a6JdomL053w/s400/s2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572271909243678850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TVSvxz5bcII/AAAAAAAAAzg/a6JdomL053w/s1600/s2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TVSvxSpqzaI/AAAAAAAAAzY/vTSi412-5HA/s1600/s1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TVSvxSpqzaI/AAAAAAAAAzY/vTSi412-5HA/s400/s1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572271900319206818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Friday morning and i decided to entertain myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were a (very very very very rare) gift from my dad (usually he'd just say, "Use yr own allowance" which i do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am really fond of them. They were a bit weird for me a bit first, but they definitely grew on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though they are a bit hard to find clothing to match with, nyeh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any suggestions on what to pair them with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2351016872570523386?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2351016872570523386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2351016872570523386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2351016872570523386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2351016872570523386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/02/hhetgkutrhurtujtrebntrb.html' title='Hhetgkutrhurtujtrebntrb'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TVSvzcsFl8I/AAAAAAAAAzw/IANaHKDUOF8/s72-c/s4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2826634791177465267</id><published>2011-02-05T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:03:16.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TU1KG224XgI/AAAAAAAAAys/Ea8H2M1ELtk/s1600/burn.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TU1KG224XgI/AAAAAAAAAys/Ea8H2M1ELtk/s400/burn.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570189795792543234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TU1KG224XgI/AAAAAAAAAys/Ea8H2M1ELtk/s1600/burn.PNG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what just.. really pisses me off right now&lt;div&gt;Im sorry i think i've just been a tad angry at times, but honestly, when i heard abt this, i just, hm&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Srsly, guys, what the hell in the world gives you the right to call girls cheap? To call them whores? Sluts? Especially to your friends? To degrade them and humiliate them in public with your words?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK la, so maybe that girl has messed around, yes yes. Fine, ok, you can have your point of view. Freedom of speech, thats what they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi, kalau kau alim, solat khusyuk lima waktu, tak pernah tinggal langsung. Dah khatam Quran 4863639 kali. If you've perfected all of His preachings and teachings. Then ok, i might say you're in quite a position to call her whatever you like. EVENTHOUGH it would still be wrong, regardless on how pious a man is, to publicly humiliate a woman, is wrong. Heck, to publicly humiliate a person, no matter their gender, is wrong. Fullstop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem is here, its not like you yourself has perfected all of your duties as His servant. Apa yang lagi aku menyampah, is that these guys yang main lepas cakap je that the girl is cheap/a whore/a slut, they forget what they themselves have done. AS IF YOU HAVENT MESSED AROUND BEFORE YOU KNOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam kau tak berfoya-foya. Tapi ada tak org panggil kau whore/slut? &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT THAT &lt;b&gt;DOES NOT EXCUSE&lt;/b&gt; YOUR ACTIONS DOES IT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN YOU SAY SHE'S CHEAP, kau lupa ye diri kau jugak yang dah berfoya-foya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE FRIGGIN MIRROR FIRST&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men are sent to guide us women. Never to humiliate, nor to ridicule us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU know what a real man would do if he sees a woman goes astray from His teachings? He would guide her, teach her, show her the true path, offer her help. Give advice confidentially. Thats what they should do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NI tak kemana, laki sekarang tengok/dengar je terus "E, dia perempuan murahan" WITHOUT even judging their own actions first. TAK KE TU PUBLIC HUMILIATION?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR WORDS? DO you know how much mental damage that can do do a girl? Especially when she hears about all these rumours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sickening really, haih. So please la guys, judge yourself first. Actually, it doesnt matter if youre a guy/girl, bfr you utter horrendous words like that, judge yourself first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dah la, bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOTE&lt;/i&gt; = To clarify, as far as i am concerned, i havent been called none of these things, im typing this post from a general point of view. Just voicing out what i think based on my observations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2826634791177465267?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2826634791177465267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2826634791177465267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2826634791177465267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2826634791177465267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/02/extreme-ranting.html' title='Extreme Ranting'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TU1KG224XgI/AAAAAAAAAys/Ea8H2M1ELtk/s72-c/burn.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-7344988828086735073</id><published>2011-02-05T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T00:42:45.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess I Was Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TUwsNJlA69I/AAAAAAAAAyk/wBK-BogTZWI/s1600/wofl.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TUwsNJlA69I/AAAAAAAAAyk/wBK-BogTZWI/s400/wofl.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569875443571551186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TUwsNJlA69I/AAAAAAAAAyk/wBK-BogTZWI/s1600/wofl.PNG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying my best, to try and not judge, to try and not jump into conclusions because i know with you, there's always an explanation behind your actions&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not the type of person who does things without reason. Unlike me, who sometimes does things on impulse, me, who sometimes just does things without having to need a purpose to justify my actions. That i know. I know that part of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT if what i heard is true, then its like, i cant even. I cant even comprehend why in the world would you go that low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its unlike you, so unlike you. I expected you to have loads more respect towards other people, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DONT UNDERSTAND&lt;/b&gt;, and thats the horrible part, i cant read you sdkvuhwviwvjksv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny, how i always thought i knew you, guess i was wrong. I cant say im surprised though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, i cant say i respect and admire you my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now.&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/3970649974156536540-7344988828086735073?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/7344988828086735073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=7344988828086735073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7344988828086735073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7344988828086735073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/02/guess-i-was-wrong.html' title='Guess I Was Wrong'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TUwsNJlA69I/AAAAAAAAAyk/wBK-BogTZWI/s72-c/wofl.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6751978349685672036</id><published>2011-02-04T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T00:58:21.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Staring At Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TUwZg0b8R4I/AAAAAAAAAyc/03xdZBdbuZY/s1600/untitled.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TUwZg0b8R4I/AAAAAAAAAyc/03xdZBdbuZY/s400/untitled.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569854890772809602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO PURDYYYYYYYYYYYYY YYYYY YYY YYY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wwuwuw, why are you so expensive, i cant .. hnnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im a frugal girl haha, which means, im not the type of person who loves to splurge large amounts of cash on material things. Dad thinks this is ironic, cause yes, i can be materialistic. BUT trust me, i dont enjoy spending too much on an item&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take pride in being a sort-of bargain hunter : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-6751978349685672036?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6751978349685672036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6751978349685672036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6751978349685672036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6751978349685672036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-purdyyyyyyyyyyyyy-yyyyy-yyy-yyy.html' title='Stop Staring At Me'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TUwZg0b8R4I/AAAAAAAAAyc/03xdZBdbuZY/s72-c/untitled.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-8998382445715333429</id><published>2011-01-24T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:42:06.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to Do Loads Of These Back in Myspace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;HIIIII, im bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Where is your Mother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Sleeping in her bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Where is your Father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Sleeping in his bedroom, i presume?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Do you like to swim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Kk lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Do you need to return anyones phone call?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Where were you born?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// kaY ElleZss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Where do you keep your birth certificate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// idk, its with my dad, i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;How many days until your birthday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// 8 months ++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;What is the closest orange object to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Kinderjoy chocolate's wrapper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Have you sneezed in the past hour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Idts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;How many books are in your room?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Tonnes : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;What did you last eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Raisins haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Who is your favorite teacher of all time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Noone, i like them all the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Name one of your goals for this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Ah, you need not know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;What is the biggest trouble you have ever been in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// When i said some inappropriate words back in 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Did you cry because Michael Jackson died?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Nah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;What does your 9th message on your phone say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// "Lolz sorry, mak kita beli kat pasar tani but i think kat ampang park ada : D"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Look to your left. Whats there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// A red bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Ever pop someone elses pimple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Pernah, best gila darah semua pancut keluar -_---- Ok no, obviously not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;How long does it take you to fall asleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// 15 mins? depends really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Is there a TV in the room you are in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;What are you looking forward to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;What comes to your mind when I say red?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Manchester Utd hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;What other language do you want to be fluent in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// German, Arabic, French, Japanese. Semua pun boleh haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Do you crack your neck often?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Nope no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Do you usually hold your pee for a long time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Hahahaha, sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Is it possible to lick your elbow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// If you have a 20cm tongue, then i'd say yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Worst feeling in the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Hah, its indescribable really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Whats your current favorite commercial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// I dono, i rarely watch tv nowadays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// I'd say Mcd's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Have you ever been in a fist fight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Haha no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Did you have a weird dream last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// Again, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;Do you wish at 11:11?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="soru"&gt;// I dont believe in that stuff, so no&lt;/div&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/3970649974156536540-8998382445715333429?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/8998382445715333429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=8998382445715333429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8998382445715333429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8998382445715333429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-used-to-do-loads-of-these-back-in.html' title='I used to Do Loads Of These Back in Myspace'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-9099010787045808626</id><published>2011-01-22T16:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:28:49.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ridiculous Thing You've Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTqhpGHPDYI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0sNW_CtIHvc/s1600/glit.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTqhpGHPDYI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0sNW_CtIHvc/s400/glit.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564938016957336962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rummaging through my old posts in Tumblr, and mind you as emotional as some of the posts i wrote are, i really am fond of them. My thoughts seemed more unfiltered and raw bcs nobody actually read those posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways some of the posts were about my feelings for this boy&lt;br /&gt;And it was nice just rereading them, like opening an old book, you know how the storyline unfolds and yet, its just comforting to read it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i came across one old post which was appropriately titled =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;This Post is Gonna Be so Emo its Gonna Make You Want to Puke Black Rainbows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled when i read the title, anyways some bits and pieces of that post =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"COME ON! WHY do you do that? Cant you see me? CANT YOU SEE THE STUPID THINGS IM DOING? i dont even feel like me. I feel like a bloody dumb blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I tell you abt my situation with the boy i like, but i dont say that the boy is actually you. I say i like this boy but i know he likes someone else, and i say its time i move on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You say that i have to tell that boy what i really feel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WITH WHAT YOU JUST SAID TO ME ABT HER?! YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU I LIKE YOU?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kennot go la likedis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i find this hilarious, hahaha, i dont wanna dwelve on what happened afterwards. But it got me thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i went as far as lying so that this boy wouldnt figure out that the person i had feelings for was actually him (bcs it was getting more obvious, i think he suspected it was him anyways. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its a long story&lt;/span&gt;) (And i wouldve just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt; if he figured out, no waaaaay i wasnt gonna confess to him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely no way&lt;/span&gt;) (Note that = i just said it was just a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; random boy&lt;/span&gt;, i&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; didnt&lt;/span&gt; go as far as to create fake names and shiz, bcs  that would be insanely scary -_--- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hafta to admit it sounds ridiculous now haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things humans do sometimes, really unbelieveable, especially when you need to wiggle out of a sticky situation, but i guess its all part of a learning process. Haaaaaah, being 16 and clueless and all engulfed in that emotion, hilarious, i really had a laugh reading that post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would i take it back? Heck no. Its one of those things that makes you cringe and yet, you know you sort of enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, girls, what's the most ridiculous absurd thing you've done around a boy you like? : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-9099010787045808626?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/9099010787045808626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=9099010787045808626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/9099010787045808626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/9099010787045808626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/01/ridiculous-thing-youve-done.html' title='A Ridiculous Thing You&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTqhpGHPDYI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/0sNW_CtIHvc/s72-c/glit.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-1290759013520802016</id><published>2011-01-22T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T15:40:06.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Telling You to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTqJbUNXWOI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Ht8eL_3CDCY/s1600/woo.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTqJbUNXWOI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Ht8eL_3CDCY/s400/woo.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564911391943907554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disband your ego&lt;br /&gt;Take a risk for once&lt;br /&gt;For as much as i love you, i do not want to see you miss your chance&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, realise it too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run along boy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;run along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;// Whimsical ramblings of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-1290759013520802016?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/1290759013520802016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=1290759013520802016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1290759013520802016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1290759013520802016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/01/disband-your-ego-take-risk-for-once-for.html' title='Im Telling You to Go'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTqJbUNXWOI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Ht8eL_3CDCY/s72-c/woo.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6114042793953693571</id><published>2011-01-19T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:21:45.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One I Love Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTcWaVyUNwI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UBytMFbZgzE/s1600/ayah.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTcWaVyUNwI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UBytMFbZgzE/s400/ayah.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563940506420131586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a fathers's sacred duty to =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALWAYS always always be late, i can never recall a time where my dad would be perfectly on time. I would assume that most fathers have this habit no? Nonetheless, ater 17 years, i am used to this already hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be insanely protective of his daughter. I should not need to elaborate more on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Instill his children with many many life lessons. Trust me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt;, my dad is a pro at : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the downsides of not going to school anymore is that i barely see my father nowadays. My brothers are luckier, they still manage to see him roughly five times a week. My time has been cut short from about five times a week, to just 2 times a week. Why you ask? Since my father sends us kids to school thrice a week, and we spend the weekends at his place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i dont go to school anymore, yeah you do the math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a 20 minute car-ride with my dad on Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings doesnt sound like it would make that much difference. But trust me, it does. It really does. I find myself looking forward for the weekends more often lately. I terribly miss my dad like nsefhwjkrgrjg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays when im awake for morning prayers and i hear the sound of his car engine waiting outside fr my brothers, i deperately wish i could just tag along in his car. Ah shucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, i miss you //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending you all my love, your daughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-6114042793953693571?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6114042793953693571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6114042793953693571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6114042793953693571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6114042793953693571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-i-love-most.html' title='The One I Love Most'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTcWaVyUNwI/AAAAAAAAAuA/UBytMFbZgzE/s72-c/ayah.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-5101219486092399131</id><published>2011-01-15T14:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:01:55.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals Going Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; January 13th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny bcs i've always wanted to have a trip with a bunch of friends to the zoo. I guess the opportunity never arose until two days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i had a blast, surrounded by my five girls, surrounded by these beautiful animals. We definitely have to do this again, someday. Most likely when our pockets are stuffed with cash because im broke now, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zoo was, unsurprisingly, quite empty, as one should expect on a normal Thursday when children are at school and parents busy accumulating more monetary support in order to survive in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can imagine we caused quite a ruckus, with our loud screams of "OOOOOOOOHHHHS" and "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHS" We were like five year olds on their first field trip to the zoo. Nonetheless, i would not have done it any other way : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants, as you can see are just amazing creatures. There were three of them. this one's called Siti, if im not mistaken. Wish we were given some food, i really wanted Siti to reach out to my hand. Was literally screaming "HIIIII COME HEREE! HERE! CLOSER SINI DEKAT LAGI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE7lCXzYEI/AAAAAAAAAtA/s6CY9yX3rDQ/s1600/three.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE7lCXzYEI/AAAAAAAAAtA/s6CY9yX3rDQ/s400/three.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562292522257178690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, the giraffes were equally amazing. They carry themselves with such grace,and i have to admit, being one of the least graceful girls in the world, i was envious. I wanna strut like a giraffe too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE6JMlROjI/AAAAAAAAAsI/zd8H9q5qoJQ/s1600/giraffatihin.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE6JMlROjI/AAAAAAAAAsI/zd8H9q5qoJQ/s400/giraffatihin.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562290944450050610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE6KBajEBI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/LzBywzej7zU/s1600/hippo.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE6KBajEBI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/LzBywzej7zU/s400/hippo.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562290958632161298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE5VdOMJQI/AAAAAAAAAsA/yEkaxa8ttBo/s1600/ferret.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE5VdOMJQI/AAAAAAAAAsA/yEkaxa8ttBo/s400/ferret.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562290055563453698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ferret! So cute can die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE5Sc-PquI/AAAAAAAAAro/F-umKGSa7Ps/s1600/croc.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE5Sc-PquI/AAAAAAAAAro/F-umKGSa7Ps/s400/croc.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562290003956968162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia's worse nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE7mOfw9wI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/BGvh8z3R3bE/s1600/tiger%2Bcubs.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE7mOfw9wI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/BGvh8z3R3bE/s400/tiger%2Bcubs.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562292542691669762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger cubs! Nak culik semua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE7kNEVW7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/CdDd7o2HSAM/s1600/scorpions.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE7kNEVW7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/CdDd7o2HSAM/s400/scorpions.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562292507948440498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in the Scorpion Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE8u2NcUII/AAAAAAAAAtY/U0LXNDDUvVE/s1600/tortoise.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE8u2NcUII/AAAAAAAAAtY/U0LXNDDUvVE/s400/tortoise.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562293790302818434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortoises. I was called a tortoise for the rest of the day since my friends thought their shells resembled my fedora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE8vyFvLxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/wWv3pZB6V_E/s1600/twins.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE8vyFvLxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/wWv3pZB6V_E/s400/twins.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562293806376627986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE6L5A90xI/AAAAAAAAAso/PwcWMoqHhzk/s1600/rain.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE6L5A90xI/AAAAAAAAAso/PwcWMoqHhzk/s400/rain.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562290990737117970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained whilst we were there so we took shelter and being girls, we could've (talked/camwhored) for hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new attraction the zoo has was the Butterfly Garden, its quite small, but it was my favourite part of the whole trip. We went wild chasing butterflies and placing them on our noses, hands, hair and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE5R7GwJjI/AAAAAAAAArg/o3hZoMGTXwU/s1600/baterflai.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE5R7GwJjI/AAAAAAAAArg/o3hZoMGTXwU/s400/baterflai.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562289994865845810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point the worker came to us and said "Dik sorry, zoo nak tutup, boleh tolong keluar garden?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE7lmvh2qI/AAAAAAAAAtI/2zQcCkKTInM/s1600/tifly.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE7lmvh2qI/AAAAAAAAAtI/2zQcCkKTInM/s400/tifly.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562292532020370082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatihins dream come true, she's obsessed with butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE6LDTHPiI/AAAAAAAAAsY/EVnEEzHFTTw/s1600/nadianose.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE6LDTHPiI/AAAAAAAAAsY/EVnEEzHFTTw/s400/nadianose.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562290976317718050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know what to say abt this haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, though i think our zoo has lots of room for improvements. It was still an awesome day. Five stars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-5101219486092399131?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/5101219486092399131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=5101219486092399131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/5101219486092399131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/5101219486092399131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/01/animals-going-wild.html' title='Animals Going Wild'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TTE7lCXzYEI/AAAAAAAAAtA/s6CY9yX3rDQ/s72-c/three.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-8449456596677042328</id><published>2011-01-12T11:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:48:37.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TS0kSmTnuXI/AAAAAAAAArU/Xq1LnpQechk/s1600/huh.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TS0kSmTnuXI/AAAAAAAAArU/Xq1LnpQechk/s400/huh.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561141016811518322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was, something happened&lt;br /&gt;That i cant even begin to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember the last time i was in so much pain&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time i was in that much excruciating pain&lt;br /&gt;It was different, i was. so. numb&lt;br /&gt;Kept asking Him to just take me away, far away bcs i just could not take another blow&lt;br /&gt;I still am, God, if You could just take me away for a moment, just do it, right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the problem with me, i keep forgiving and forgetting how much pain i really am in&lt;br /&gt;I just, what am i supposed to say?&lt;br /&gt;That i give up?&lt;br /&gt;Screw you?&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant see, cause i've said those words and each time i just bounce back to where i started, and i dont know if its my weakness or my strength that keeps me bouncing back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Ya Allah, please just please answer my prayers because i dont know what to do anymore&lt;br /&gt;I am exhausted, confused, hurt, lost, but why cant i just heal?&lt;br /&gt;Show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont let me forget&lt;br /&gt;Heal me, just save me please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-8449456596677042328?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/8449456596677042328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=8449456596677042328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8449456596677042328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8449456596677042328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/01/final-blow.html' title='Final Blow'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TS0kSmTnuXI/AAAAAAAAArU/Xq1LnpQechk/s72-c/huh.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-5875824250559112918</id><published>2011-01-11T14:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:01:11.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Butterflies Up To The Throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TSw-VYpQttI/AAAAAAAAArM/hcDw1iC6AcI/s1600/train.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TSw-VYpQttI/AAAAAAAAArM/hcDw1iC6AcI/s400/train.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560888177009407698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird belief that the right guy will hear my story and see right through me.&lt;br /&gt;That despite how aggressive i can be on the outside, he'd see that i am a pretty damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soft-hearted&lt;/span&gt; girl especially when it comes to the touchy subject of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Havent met you yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sorry to sound all lovesick on you, cannot help myself, hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so deprived lately. Keep wishing someone would ask me out. Heck i was even considering asking someone to go out with me BUT as deprived as i am i decided against it. Bcs yeah i know some guys prefer it whenever a girl asks them out cause it shows that "We are really into that guy" (a guy friend said this to me) but if lets say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;theoretically&lt;/span&gt; that another girl were to find out that i asked this guy out i think i would most probably be labelled "Slut, cheap, ewww" or im sure someone will say behind my back "Why the heck did she do it?! Its wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, girls can be mean sometimes&lt;br /&gt;So, if i were to ask a guy out i think i'd have to prepare myself for all these words. Which im not&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do however want to try and make the first move, that'd be nice and fun. To just see a person and say "Hi" Hahahaha oh who am i kidding, as much as i'd honestly love to try that im such a hugeass coward i think i would end up peeing in my pants after that ordeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my non-stop blushing wouldnt help should i go to a guy and say a simple "Hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY BLUSHING SOMETIMES bcs its really a dead giveaway, if i really like a person i have this tendency to just blush non-stop arnd him, its ridiculous sfhsuseue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate it when i would catch someone i like looking at me (which i would automatically have already started blushing) and he would then come to me and say sth like "Why are you all red?" &lt;b&gt;WHAT IN THE WORLD AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY BACK&lt;/b&gt;?!!! AND that just causes me to become &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; red. And trust me, this has happened, a lot of times, huaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish stress haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling when you go on a date. Screw this, i really miss it. The butterflies in the stomach, that awkward feeling, i wanna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;share meals&lt;/span&gt; damnit! I wanna have tonnes of laughter and i miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overthinking&lt;/span&gt;, and the conversations, the "getting to know each other better" part. We can go watch a movie or go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ice-skating&lt;/span&gt; or .. hahahaha this is getting cheesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No a date doesnt mean i have be in a relationship with you. A date is just that, a date. Just for fun, no strings attached. A day of fun, thats it, to savour that feeling. Whatever happens next happens, and if it doesnt, then ok, maybe its not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, would be nice eh? : )&lt;br /&gt;I miss that feeling haaaaaaah kbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-5875824250559112918?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/5875824250559112918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=5875824250559112918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/5875824250559112918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/5875824250559112918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-butterflies-up-to-throat.html' title='Of Butterflies Up To The Throat'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TSw-VYpQttI/AAAAAAAAArM/hcDw1iC6AcI/s72-c/train.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-4007685022054372540</id><published>2011-01-11T14:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:06:53.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Stand By Myself</title><content type='html'>You guys ever have one of those days where you just feel so paper thin?&lt;br /&gt;Im having one of those days&lt;br /&gt;Currently feeling like a weak gust of wind would be strong enough to just blow me away //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird day, weird emotion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-4007685022054372540?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/4007685022054372540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=4007685022054372540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4007685022054372540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4007685022054372540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/01/id-stand-by-myself.html' title='I&apos;d Stand By Myself'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-752799575162234910</id><published>2011-01-06T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:09:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Sorry But What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TSWUKuEpztI/AAAAAAAAAq8/wYVDWntHUTk/s1600/photo.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TSWUKuEpztI/AAAAAAAAAq8/wYVDWntHUTk/s400/photo.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559012226945896146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some people cannot stand hypocrites/bullies/rude people&lt;br /&gt;Well, i cant stand liars. There's something about being lied to straight to my face that just, doesnt work with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant accept the fact that whilst im standing in front of you looking at you dead straight in the eye, half-begging for all the honesty in the world. You can just, lie, and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess partially i cant take it because i always feel like people lie to me when they feel like i cannot handle the truth. Like im some weak girl who would break down in front of them. Well, i wish they'd known. Bcs i dont like it when people assume im not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are so many types of lies and ways to lie but here's one that hits close to home in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White lies&lt;br /&gt;OR rather, white lies about relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Im sorry i cannot be with you bcs i have to sit for PMR/SPM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Im not ready to be with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed that those are just another way of saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ERR I just dont like you no thanks bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, if he/she really wants to be with you. He/she would really know. There'd be no waiting, there'd just be the both of you. Obviously there are some exceptions to this, but even if she/he was really busy with exams and whatnot, i believe he/she would tell you to wait. Not say no bluntly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these type of lies bcs it doesnt kill all the hope. You're just leaving the other person hanging. So you tell the other person you wanna study first when you actually really dont have feelings fr them. KARANG DIA TUNGGU KAU CAMNA BODOH? Becomes more complex -_---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're supposed to use white lies so you dont end up &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hurting the other person. But is it really worth it? At the end of the day, you'll just end up annoyed, and he/she will just end up feeling betrayed and more saddened by the whole situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ridiculous. Srsly, i mean honestly, dont screw over another persons' feelings. Dont leave them hanging like some idiot. It really isnt amusing to be in those kind of situations. Please dont complicate things with your string of white lies, i mean if you do so, you cant really blame the other person for following you arund like a sick puppy can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say the truth damnit //&lt;br /&gt;Just make it clear, right then and there. Why make things more complicated than they already are? Heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-752799575162234910?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/752799575162234910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=752799575162234910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/752799575162234910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/752799575162234910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-sorry-but-what.html' title='Im Sorry But What?'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TSWUKuEpztI/AAAAAAAAAq8/wYVDWntHUTk/s72-c/photo.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-5399108548580788836</id><published>2011-01-04T23:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:10:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At A Loss But Somehow I Cant Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Im sorry, i feel like i let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This, sucks, &lt;b&gt;bigtime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I SHOULD JUST LEARN HOW TO SHUT UP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/3970649974156536540-5399108548580788836?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/5399108548580788836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=5399108548580788836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/5399108548580788836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/5399108548580788836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/01/at-loss-but-somehow-i-cant-stop.html' title='At A Loss But Somehow I Cant Stop'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-9081052784673549644</id><published>2011-01-01T19:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:01:57.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Complete Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TR8VZS7fhhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/s9r05A2njNo/s1600/lights.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TR8VZS7fhhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/s9r05A2njNo/s400/lights.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557183989520762386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, imma take this moment to say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 2011&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your New Years' Eve celebration like? Mine was, to put it in a word, weird. Weird but good, i spent my last day of 2010 surrounded by people i love, admire and care about. It was great, just the perfect blend of family and friends. Though i did miss a few people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to see a few of my old classmates at Philip's gathering yesterday. Wazzap people! That was nice, but it seems like everybody's leaving. Boohohoohohohoho. I have really missed them, though i didnt really spend that much time with them, sorry : ( Too bad i've no photos of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i honestly cannot believe 2010 has come to one complete circle. If you ask me what last year was like, i would most probably answer somewhere along the lines of HWEgfJWHEFJWv. Because 2010 was literally HWEgfJWHEFJWv. It was a mash up of everything, from  joy, sadness, happiness, weirdness, craziness, stress, fun, all of it. So many things happened in 2010 that if you'd ask me to choose a word to describe this year, it'd be "HWEgfJWHEFJWv" I just wouldnt be able to choose. Too many lessons learnt in 2010, hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, not to linger too long on 2010 (i might get depressed) =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that 2011 will be somewhat like 2010, with just maybe a tad less drama.&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that things will remain the same in 2011 yet there will be changes as well&lt;br /&gt;Here's to new lessons, new emotions and new risks in 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the future //&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-9081052784673549644?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/9081052784673549644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=9081052784673549644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/9081052784673549644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/9081052784673549644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-of-all-imma-take-this-moment-to.html' title='One Complete Circle'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TR8VZS7fhhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/s9r05A2njNo/s72-c/lights.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-5496938418635375663</id><published>2011-01-01T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:09:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinot Tenton Tenenenen Tihin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TR8HZjBvr2I/AAAAAAAAAqs/_K2JNLYUth8/s1600/ATINN.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TR8HZjBvr2I/AAAAAAAAAqs/_K2JNLYUth8/s400/ATINN.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557168600679165794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatihin Rashid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hope you know you are an amazing person, you are so funny and loud and kind and warm and i thank my lucky stars we started getting to know each other better when we were 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I dont think i speak on my own when i say that you are honestly the best advice giver out there. You are the only person who could just listen without being judgemental, even if its about the weirdest, most psychotic problems. Talking to you is so easy, so easy that sometimes i wonder if i tell&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too much&lt;/span&gt; to you. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Im so sorry if i've ever burdened you with my millions of problems and im sorry should i have ever failed to be there for you like you have been there for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You'll do great things love, i am pretty damn sure about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Stay who you are, and never let people bring you down. But if they do bring you down, rest assure the four of us will hunt him/her down. We'll kickass till we're 97 years old. We ride till the day we die &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;! Have an awesome one, im sorry i couldnt spend today with you. I love you long time, we love you long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xx : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-5496938418635375663?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/5496938418635375663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=5496938418635375663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/5496938418635375663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/5496938418635375663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2011/01/tinot-tenton-tenenenen-tihin.html' title='Tinot Tenton Tenenenen Tihin'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TR8HZjBvr2I/AAAAAAAAAqs/_K2JNLYUth8/s72-c/ATINN.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-1637848559468461440</id><published>2010-12-25T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:57:21.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smell Of Crepes in The Air</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiii, its nice to know that this city is still the same, the gray buildings, the serious mood of the people, the wet sidewalks, the cold gusts of wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda reassuring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London has been all kinds of great, today is Christmas day, and we're just lazing around the house&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw is Boxing Day! Which means the shops will be plastered with my favourite words such as "SALE" "HALF-PRICE" "EVERYTHING MUST GO"&lt;br /&gt;Right, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing all the tourist-y things, you know, Madame Tussauds and all that. The family is more relaxed this time cause yknow we've all done this and thats last year&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned how much i love The Tube? I would love to see Malaysia have this sort of public transport system, its just brilliant. A vast, efficient public transport system. Would solve a lot of issues, i kid you not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to cut a long story short, we did a daytrip to Paris on the 22nd. And honestly, i know it might seem cliche to be saying this bcs everybody says it all the time, but Paris is literally so beautiful i could have just.. speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that deserves another post of its own&lt;br /&gt;Later : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-1637848559468461440?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/1637848559468461440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=1637848559468461440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1637848559468461440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1637848559468461440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2010/12/smell-of-crepes-in-air.html' title='The Smell Of Crepes in The Air'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-1719190938881302544</id><published>2010-12-19T15:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:15:20.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling You To Get Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQ265o3mf_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/qcrKaMPG10U/s1600/paramore.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQ265o3mf_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/qcrKaMPG10U/s400/paramore.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552299415003627506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo above was from Paramore in mid October. Its a very bad photo i know. Well what can i say, i wasnt exactly standing in the rock-zone. I still think that the show was a bit short. Definitely the best moment was when they sang The Only Exception. Or rather, when the whole stadium sang along to it. The hairs on my back stood. One of the most memorable things i experienced this year : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways its Sunday December 19th and tonight im off to catch a plane to London, this time with my Dads' side of the family. Trying my best to remain calm and not get overexcited. BUT WOWEEEE! Im praying that the flight goes a-ok. A bit scared cause of the crazy snow. The last thing on earth i want to experience is being stranded in an airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Godwilling everything will go smoothly. I hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I terribly miss my friends. Mhm, cannot wait to get back and spend some time with them, share stories and laughter and most importantly, karaoke! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, and my drivers' license. Im starting to feel a bit left out with everybody already receiving their permit to drive. Starting to regret to not listening to my mothers' constant pleading to get it earlier. Ooooooooo, chill Ma, lek lu &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-1719190938881302544?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/1719190938881302544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=1719190938881302544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1719190938881302544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1719190938881302544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2010/12/telling-you-to-get-lost.html' title='Telling You To Get Lost'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQ265o3mf_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/qcrKaMPG10U/s72-c/paramore.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-3743098473353871266</id><published>2010-12-18T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:56:52.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Random Photos from 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQzME9WtzNI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Rc5IpRW7AXA/s1600/shoes%2521.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQzME9WtzNI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Rc5IpRW7AXA/s400/shoes%2521.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552036826202361042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! Ohohohohoho when you dont have a guy, you tend to stare at them all day. Sounds pathetic but wtvr, makes me happy. I guess not all girls can relate to my obsession with SHOEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQzMETuB1FI/AAAAAAAAAn4/4aXMJrk81u8/s1600/S.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQzMETuB1FI/AAAAAAAAAn4/4aXMJrk81u8/s400/S.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552036815025853522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken two days ago. Woke up really early, around 4.20 am (Sabah's time is weird -_-) to catch the sunrise from the tower, was just amazing, and quiet and peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQzMDw4PhFI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1CcnEMU5l5A/s1600/kittysmall.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQzMDw4PhFI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1CcnEMU5l5A/s400/kittysmall.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552036805673452626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Kenzo in July! He was a month old when this was taken. Goodness he used to be adorable. Now he's not as fluffly, i wonder where'd all that fur go, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQzMDdbPQcI/AAAAAAAAAno/6HjMiJRB0mg/s1600/gedik.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQzMDdbPQcI/AAAAAAAAAno/6HjMiJRB0mg/s400/gedik.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552036800451527106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two soulmates. No explanations needed : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i did a list on what i could do to occupy myself during the free time i have. I guess im off to a good start in following it. We shall hope that i do not get sucked into procrastination and will manage to complete a majority of the list (majority not all, cause some of the things i listed down seems impossible to be carried out haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO DO THINGS AFTER SPM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MISSIONS DONE&lt;/span&gt; =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Shave hair&lt;br /&gt;64. Dive like a maniac&lt;br /&gt;95. See a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;96. Wake up to watch the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBYE : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-3743098473353871266?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/3743098473353871266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=3743098473353871266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3743098473353871266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3743098473353871266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-random-photos-from-2010.html' title='4 Random Photos from 2010'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQzME9WtzNI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Rc5IpRW7AXA/s72-c/shoes%2521.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2997068823475824677</id><published>2010-12-18T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T15:56:05.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Taking Flight is Easier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQxhsnxrIjI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2BYFhE2biMY/s1600/woiwoow.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQxhsnxrIjI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2BYFhE2biMY/s400/woiwoow.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551919859860447794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words by Farish A Noor, taken from his book&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Qur'an and Cricket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in some ways i feel like this is what im doing. I dont mean to suddenly dump my (few) readers with emosh-t stuffs, and trust me im not. This is just me being serious. These are just thoughts accumulating in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised as the nearer i was about to sit for the big exam, i was beginning to lose myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i was beginning to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;drown&lt;/span&gt; amongst the sea of endless books&lt;br /&gt;Drowned by the boy who &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;broke &lt;/span&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt; by everything, the stress of it all&lt;br /&gt;Really affected by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;labels&lt;/span&gt; people were throwing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PHYSICS! BAHASA MALAYSIA!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BIOLOGY!&lt;/span&gt; READ READ READ!"&lt;br /&gt;"You're a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great girl&lt;/span&gt; but.."&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSYCHO&lt;/span&gt; AND EMO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the worst decisions i made this year was putting everything aside to prepare myself for the big exam. I lost myself doing that, forgot what i was passionate about. Its not that i wasnt happy, i was and still am. Its just, i felt lost. I felt like i wasnt the girl i knew. Wasnt the girl my mother taught me to be. Was vulnerable a lot of times. Too many times. Was really weak too, i felt like i didnt know who i was anymore, where i placed some of my principles. Lost bounts of confidence within me. I WAS SO OVERWHELMED //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there were positive effects to what i did but i think that was a mainly a negative move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im in a slightly better place and looking back i cant seem to find a connection to who i was then with who i am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats why im running away. I just need liberation. Need a breath of fresh air. Needed to break free from your grasp and these books and from the routine of life of 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to find myself again //&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2997068823475824677?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2997068823475824677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2997068823475824677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2997068823475824677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2997068823475824677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2010/12/because-taking-flight-is-easier.html' title='Because Taking Flight is Easier'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TQxhsnxrIjI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2BYFhE2biMY/s72-c/woiwoow.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-4453050589545181946</id><published>2010-12-17T22:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:55:49.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHAII!</title><content type='html'>ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG HAIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels great to finally be back! Feels so good to no longer be burdened by books, no more alarm waking me up at 8 am during the weekends telling me i shld study, no more re-reading the same chapter for what seems like the billionth time. NO MOREEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i have to admit the thought of letting go of the knowledge i gained does make me cringe a bit. I mean, i worked hard (ahem, sorry, narcissism is in me HEHE) to learn all those facts. And for that,  i honestly thank the books for sharing their contents with me, and ze schoolteachers : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God where the heck do i start?&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH DRAMA HAS HAPPENED! Haha, even i have to think twice to really absorb some of the things that has happened around me&lt;br /&gt;YOU WOULDNT BELIEVE.. OH wait im not ready to share yet, i will share, someday tenenene : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from my trip for (yes where else) Sipadan, and fyes it was awesome! AWEOMENESS x1000! That definitely was just aaah, heaven. The ocean + me + diving = MAXIMUM ULTIMATE LOVE! Ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND heck yes, i finally did shave my hair! and it was in a word quite frankly, scary. When i first did it, i was in absolute shock, never in my life had i been in that much shock abt my hair. I literally told the hairdresser to stop midway whilst she was shaving it. But i think the results are a-ok! But would i do it again? That im not so sure, we will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think like myself, most SPM-finishers are now at a loss on what to do with their lives. I mean, its all a blank page now. And maybe parts of me are freaking out cause im so used to having my life falling into the same routine every year at the start of January, its.. weird suddenly having all this free time trynna figure out what your next move will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WELL, WHY DONT YOU GO LOOKING FOR WORK?"&lt;br /&gt;I know, i think i want to go look for a job but my head will always say "Jadjfsjvnsfdjbvjevj WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GONNA WORK AS YOU MORON?!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well that question will hafta to be put on hold, cause its still December and i made a promise to myself that December will be about my happiness and i shall just put my problems aside for a moment and run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND honestly, its been great so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope i can come up with more interesting subjects to blab about in my next post. I'll see you around till then : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-4453050589545181946?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/4453050589545181946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=4453050589545181946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4453050589545181946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4453050589545181946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2010/12/ohaii.html' title='OHAII!'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-4667151650382479786</id><published>2010-10-30T22:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T00:18:01.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Back For A Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TMwvJt9L-iI/AAAAAAAAAmk/H89M7reSQSU/s1600/be+calm.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TMwvJt9L-iI/AAAAAAAAAmk/H89M7reSQSU/s400/be+calm.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533849886133058082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life gives you detours sometimes, it throws the most unexpected things to you, and you can never really predict whats gonna happen next, no matter how careful you are, no matter how guarded you are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes life breaks that barrier you've built&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past few months, i was on one heck of a roller coaster ride, i have never felt more alive yet more, sad? Confounded? Lost? I can never describe what i feel, its something everybody has to feel for their own, you've either felt it or not, so im not expecting everybody to relate to what im going through. I have never had a person have that much effect on me, you're one hell of a person. You're a jerk, you're smart and funny and very opinionated but i also think you're indecisive, you overthink, you're heartless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're so friggin ruthless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you dont care, i know what you said to them, i know. Knowing you, i wasnt surprised with what you did. I was just, angered, and upset and im just, i cant even bear to look at you without suffering a sudden blast of mixed emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih, what do you want me to say? I hold you in such high regard, i have major respect for you, and i admire you. I have never even looked down upon you nor would i have never done anything like that to you. And in some twisted way, i expected you to not have done that to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we were friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah i know we werent exactly the best of friends or any of that crap, but i've known you since forever. I've known you for too long. And i expected you to at least have the guts to come and say that to my face. Instead of hiding behind your computer screen. You owe me at least that. At least for what our friendship stood for. Do you not think i deserved at least that? What was the worse that could've happened if you said it to my face anyways? Nothing, absolutely nothing, i would have just said ok, and taken my sorrows somewhere else. You think i would have let you seen me cry? You think i would've strangled you? I wouldnt have. I know better, i know it doesnt seem like it, but i definitely know better. You did it once, you could've done it again, i handled it once, i could've handled it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why in the world would you have chosen to humiliate me like that? I feel so violated, i feel so embarrassed, im just. I am at a loss of words. I took a lot of things from you already. I've heard you say the meanest things to my face, and i watched you blatantly mock my feelings in public to your friends. And i took them silently, not once did i even bother confronting you, eventhough it hurt like ahsgshgahfhefq. You tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know sometimes i feel so angry, other times im just sad, then i dont care, then i dont know, but it always comes back to anger. You crossed the line this time, and i cant even. I dont even know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know how to recover from this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont even know where to start this healing process&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its too much for me to handle, too much for me to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look, the reason im posting this is because i think there's just so much i've been keeping inside me, you know i have never talked sh-- about you, thats not my thing. I needed a place to vent. I've been overwhelmed. Im so exhausted, i know i shouldnt be saying this cause it seems pathetic but when i saw you that day, i slammed my bag down and ran up to the toilet and cried. You cant expect me to be the who's always so put together. I have my limits too. You cannot expect me to be immune to every single thing you put me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my limits too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for what its worth, i've learnt a lot the past months, i've found a new perspective, felt things i've never felt before, did things i swear i'd never do, but this has to stop. Im done, i give up. At the end of the day, im gonna say it for the billionth time, you got what you wanted, you took the most cowardly way out, and i hope it was worth it. You win, and i guess i will be okay with that, in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-4667151650382479786?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/4667151650382479786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=4667151650382479786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4667151650382479786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4667151650382479786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2010/10/think-back-for-moment.html' title='Think Back For A Moment'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TMwvJt9L-iI/AAAAAAAAAmk/H89M7reSQSU/s72-c/be+calm.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-8550015825580921919</id><published>2010-10-30T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:38:28.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Even Begin To Woooooh Wooooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TMwpHUZmDpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/n_DE1gy3gm0/s1600/BAS.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TMwpHUZmDpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/n_DE1gy3gm0/s400/BAS.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533843247843380882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been what? Nine months? Nine, one two 3 4 5 six seven eight NINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do i even begin,  i was procrastinating the whole day wondering what to write but now as im facing the computer screen im at a loss for words, im just hnnn hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've missed this space, too much, i miss writing generally, i've been so oppressed like you have no idea, im stressed, i cannot wait to just get this big exam over and done with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over and done with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shucks, which means goodbye to school, honestly, despite my stress levels being off the charts, i'd do it again, the whole five years, i'd do it again, no doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats my life been so far? Its a bit hectic, a lot has changed, a lot is still the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For starters, i think most of you people know that, yes im single, been single since late April, its cool, we're cool, im cool, i mean at some point you just have to close a chapter : ) Its all good there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family, my friends are still as solid and awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just something thats currently a bit off in my life, and this situation, its becoming worse, its been heavy on my chest for about four months now, a long time coming. But im not ready to talk about it, i will be, maybe when i've healed completely, but right now its just too raw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is actually one of my reasons for coming back to this space today, i needed a place to vent, which i will post in my next post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes life throws the most unexepected things at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, this year has been great, i've never felt more alive (more dead at times) but its awesome, so take a moment and count your blessings, no matter how suckish life might seem at that moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll always find something to smile about, trust me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syukur Alhamdulillah : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-8550015825580921919?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/8550015825580921919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=8550015825580921919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8550015825580921919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8550015825580921919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-do-i-even-begin-to-woooooh-wooooh.html' title='Where Do I Even Begin To Woooooh Wooooh'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/TMwpHUZmDpI/AAAAAAAAAmc/n_DE1gy3gm0/s72-c/BAS.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-228161097991310435</id><published>2010-01-25T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:27:07.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Back Back Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/S11wo9TV6FI/AAAAAAAAAmM/AliRQASC_gM/s1600-h/babiexs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/S11wo9TV6FI/AAAAAAAAAmM/AliRQASC_gM/s400/babiexs.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430620574631454802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;! Im done with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;first exam&lt;/span&gt;. Alhamdulillah could do all my papers just fine. Except maybe addmaths since i was (very embarassingly) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;delusional&lt;/span&gt; whilst doing the paper. Thinking it was for 2.5 hours when it was only for 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life's still the same. Still happy. Still &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for everything that i have : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma's currently in Australia watching the tennis grand slam.&lt;br /&gt;Which means -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;emailed&lt;/span&gt; = me = pictures of the tennis player i am in love with (i tell you he's my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt;, i know it!) = Juan Martin Del Potro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately he lost.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Sadface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ---&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha, mcm mintak penyepak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow not writing for a long time is seriously decreasing my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;creativity&lt;/span&gt; vibes . Im all mechanical nowadays. Books piled up. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chapter&lt;/span&gt; after chapter. 6 days a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its ok. Its a fight. I need to make it worth the fight : ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;destress&lt;/span&gt; =&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sushi + cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;28 hours&lt;/span&gt; a day&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had photographic memory&lt;br /&gt;I wish i ---&lt;br /&gt;OK BETTER BE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRATEFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to do some &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;retail&lt;/span&gt; therapy this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; i walk out of school heading towards the car i always imagine having 1000 fashion stalls around me. And all of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;shopkeepers&lt;/span&gt; are desperately begging me buy all their stock. And i would buy them, bcs i would have all the money in the world! Mehe eheheh ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging for treasures deep in Chaktuchak Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i reach home, and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;study android&lt;/span&gt; comes out -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear when i've grown up im gonna save enough money every year and head to Bangkok and shop till my legs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till i write again! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-228161097991310435?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/228161097991310435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=228161097991310435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/228161097991310435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/228161097991310435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-back-back-back.html' title='Go Back Back Back'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/S11wo9TV6FI/AAAAAAAAAmM/AliRQASC_gM/s72-c/babiexs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-4351218694877148423</id><published>2009-12-27T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:54:09.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look! Whats Behind You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SzeCCXRpYXI/AAAAAAAAAls/ayOPGRvCfYQ/s1600-h/shoestwo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SzeCCXRpYXI/AAAAAAAAAls/ayOPGRvCfYQ/s400/shoestwo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419943653683061106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;absolute magic&lt;/span&gt; when i first put them on&lt;br /&gt;I knew i had to had them -_-&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gihihihihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-4351218694877148423?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/4351218694877148423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=4351218694877148423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4351218694877148423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4351218694877148423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-whats-behind-you.html' title='Look! Whats Behind You?'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SzeCCXRpYXI/AAAAAAAAAls/ayOPGRvCfYQ/s72-c/shoestwo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6994292442748734244</id><published>2009-12-25T04:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:24:00.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made From Solid Gold</title><content type='html'>If you know me then you'd know how&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lazy&lt;/span&gt; i am&lt;br /&gt;Which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; my posts are a tad slow -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just on a totally&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; random &lt;/span&gt;note, im not the biggest fan of London. Its too hectic. Dad was right (as always) people here are always &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt;. They dont stop to smell the roses. Im not a country girl, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nor &lt;/span&gt;am i a city girl. I need &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt;. I love both, but too much on either side will make me sick. And London is a bit too much. So, i doubt if i ever get to study&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; overseas&lt;/span&gt; i would spend it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As im typing this, my boyfriend is on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt;. He's sleeping. And i guess im watching him sleep from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;. 10 000 kilometres away. Sounds a bit&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; creepy&lt;/span&gt; i know, but its nice/weird. I've never seen him sleep before, seriously. He looks so calm : ] Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean we were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;webcamming&lt;/span&gt; and i was hungry so i went down to get some food, and when i came back there he was all asleep, so i decided to just let him sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; rarely&lt;/span&gt; write about him, but sometimes i just get the urge to. Heh, but im sure when i wake up tomorrow morning i will be all "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EH&lt;/span&gt;, why did i write all this corny stuff about Z? SO &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;embarassing&lt;/span&gt;" Hahaha, not that im ashamed to be with him. I just dont like telling abt him to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's like a 5 year old trapped in an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(almost)&lt;/span&gt; 18 year old body. Sometimes its hard to get through to him. He's currently &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with this Korean girl band and its annoying the crap out of me, haha. Those girls cant even &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt; man! Why wont you see that Miiiiii? Whyyyyyy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;, generous, sincere, and he has the world to give : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the complete opposite of me. I think the only thing i give out is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;death rays&lt;/span&gt; from my eyes. Hahahahaha//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i made reservations for a pair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;leopard boots&lt;/span&gt;. They cost a mind whopping RM170. The. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First.&lt;/span&gt; Pair.Of. Shoes. That. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cost.&lt;/span&gt; Me. More. Than. A. Hundred. Bucks.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; EVERRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im very&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; conservative &lt;/span&gt;with my money you see. Really conservative -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dizzy&lt;/span&gt; in my mind when i think of the amount of money im about to throw on those boots. THOSE SHOES&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; BETTER&lt;/span&gt; BE WORTH IT. WORTH THE&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; MONEY&lt;/span&gt;. WORTH THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;WAIT&lt;/span&gt;. Since it'll be arriving late January, woot woot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-bbb-yy-eee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-6994292442748734244?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6994292442748734244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6994292442748734244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6994292442748734244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6994292442748734244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/made-from-solid-gold.html' title='Made From Solid Gold'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-4200573151529651015</id><published>2009-12-21T06:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:41:05.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're So Full of Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6nWp7xJjI/AAAAAAAAAlc/_E3YJlwz3xc/s1600-h/Picture+345.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6nWp7xJjI/AAAAAAAAAlc/_E3YJlwz3xc/s400/Picture+345.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417451409428784690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6nVgQyj5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/U7S4aWOKJz8/s1600-h/Picture+227.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6nVgQyj5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/U7S4aWOKJz8/s400/Picture+227.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417451389652733842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY SIX, LONDON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today, just spent &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4 hours&lt;/span&gt; on a train heading to London, we camwhored a lot until the other passengers got &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; with us. Hahaha, tht was fun. Going on a bus tour around London tmrw. Laterrrrr : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-4200573151529651015?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/4200573151529651015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=4200573151529651015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4200573151529651015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4200573151529651015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-so-full-of-surprises.html' title='You&apos;re So Full of Surprises'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6nWp7xJjI/AAAAAAAAAlc/_E3YJlwz3xc/s72-c/Picture+345.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-8677570069573042857</id><published>2009-12-21T05:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:33:14.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Fire With Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6gQBRxfMI/AAAAAAAAAkM/hBROwcLei_g/s1600-h/Picture+052.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6gQBRxfMI/AAAAAAAAAkM/hBROwcLei_g/s400/Picture+052.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417443598854618306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stirling Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDINBURGH DAY 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;last day&lt;/span&gt; at Edinburgh, right now as im typing this im in a  victorian furnished townhouse in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;. We spent our day at Stirling Castle yesterday, aaaah, this place was absolutely gorgeous. I loved it more than Edinburgh castle. For sure, THE VIEW surrouding the castle was literally &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; you had to see to believe : O : O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6gQWJ51dI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DLpUXHHXA6U/s1600-h/Picture+053.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6gQWJ51dI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DLpUXHHXA6U/s400/Picture+053.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417443604458755538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Courtyard of the castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6h5fAojpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XDKJzxrwSV4/s1600-h/Picture+065.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6h5fAojpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XDKJzxrwSV4/s400/Picture+065.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417445410722057874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;THE VIEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6h44EdaEI/AAAAAAAAAkc/fe6Sfalr3j8/s1600-h/Picture+056.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6h44EdaEI/AAAAAAAAAkc/fe6Sfalr3j8/s400/Picture+056.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417445400269121602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6h5iiwsyI/AAAAAAAAAks/RuT8mQLo-Dw/s1600-h/Picture+090.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6h5iiwsyI/AAAAAAAAAks/RuT8mQLo-Dw/s400/Picture+090.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417445411670504226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arief and his &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; -_- hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran around the courtyard, spent some time at the&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; exhibition&lt;/span&gt;, and we headed to Loch Lomond after that, 30 miles up north. But since the weather was very &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;eratic&lt;/span&gt; (sleeting/blizzard/cloudy/sun/cloudy) we only spent a short while there. Loch Lomond is not the place you ought to go during the winter. Head there during the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; summer&lt;/span&gt;, hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6h6a8G8II/AAAAAAAAAk0/u2V973LbPGM/s1600-h/Picture+118.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6h6a8G8II/AAAAAAAAAk0/u2V973LbPGM/s400/Picture+118.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417445426809204866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loch Lomond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6h60tkSSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/tf0WR1W7fuM/s1600-h/Picture+126.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6h60tkSSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/tf0WR1W7fuM/s400/Picture+126.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417445433727535394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-8677570069573042857?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/8677570069573042857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=8677570069573042857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8677570069573042857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8677570069573042857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/fight-fire-with-fire.html' title='Fight Fire With Fire'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sy6gQBRxfMI/AAAAAAAAAkM/hBROwcLei_g/s72-c/Picture+052.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-7046714979843698921</id><published>2009-12-19T05:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T05:13:35.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Break With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvvPdKOo-I/AAAAAAAAAjs/6fgL3NlWkU0/s1600-h/Picture+219.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvvPdKOo-I/AAAAAAAAAjs/6fgL3NlWkU0/s400/Picture+219.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416686025647760354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY FOUR, EDINBURGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, nothing much today, so imma skip a day. Im &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;, off to bed. Oh, have to take a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shower&lt;/span&gt; too -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-7046714979843698921?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/7046714979843698921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=7046714979843698921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7046714979843698921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7046714979843698921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-break-with-me.html' title='Take A Break With Me'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvvPdKOo-I/AAAAAAAAAjs/6fgL3NlWkU0/s72-c/Picture+219.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-4376255956070171583</id><published>2009-12-19T04:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T05:06:32.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Faces And Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvsnnVwsuI/AAAAAAAAAjM/fePlOw_ILd8/s1600-h/Picture+006.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvsnnVwsuI/AAAAAAAAAjM/fePlOw_ILd8/s400/Picture+006.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416683142162461410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Newwww babies : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY THREE, EDINBURGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we headed to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;St Andrews&lt;/span&gt;, a university town where my parents used to study, its so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, but extremely cold since its by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;seaside&lt;/span&gt;, my dad showed me where my mom's dorm used to be. It felt weird, i was half expecting a 20 year old &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;version&lt;/span&gt; of her to come out and say hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im exhausted, just gonna let the pictures speak : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvrgVJ1O3I/AAAAAAAAAis/ynWh0lupT2Q/s1600-h/Picture+093.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvrgVJ1O3I/AAAAAAAAAis/ynWh0lupT2Q/s400/Picture+093.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416681917509876594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Snowed on the way there, so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;pretttiiihhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Syvrg-IO7rI/AAAAAAAAAi0/B1dmBqiZ_bY/s1600-h/Picture+102.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Syvrg-IO7rI/AAAAAAAAAi0/B1dmBqiZ_bY/s400/Picture+102.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416681928509025970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The student dorms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Syvrhm-79-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/qwQQOEblR2Q/s1600-h/Picture+109.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Syvrhm-79-I/AAAAAAAAAi8/qwQQOEblR2Q/s400/Picture+109.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416681939475888098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Number 3 used to be my mother's, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvriKwlNoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/gE3m4bs8x9U/s1600-h/Picture+117.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvriKwlNoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/gE3m4bs8x9U/s400/Picture+117.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416681949079352962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sea&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; breeze &lt;/span&gt;was so strong. IT SUCKED bcs it was so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Syvsovv--aI/AAAAAAAAAjc/R0FKJiSlvqo/s1600-h/Picture+129.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Syvsovv--aI/AAAAAAAAAjc/R0FKJiSlvqo/s400/Picture+129.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416683161599801762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvsoO7SlLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Yp7Z8HJGwkI/s1600-h/Picture+124.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvsoO7SlLI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Yp7Z8HJGwkI/s400/Picture+124.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416683152788853938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvspBrwT4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/2-yKAbwm9sQ/s1600-h/Picture+147.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvspBrwT4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/2-yKAbwm9sQ/s400/Picture+147.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416683166413901698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-4376255956070171583?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/4376255956070171583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=4376255956070171583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4376255956070171583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/4376255956070171583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny-faces-and-laughter.html' title='Funny Faces And Laughter'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyvsnnVwsuI/AAAAAAAAAjM/fePlOw_ILd8/s72-c/Picture+006.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-7099841195792571438</id><published>2009-12-17T06:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:30:52.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotland, Day One and Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljA4OKGlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VOQPAQq_hOY/s1600-h/Picture+020.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljA4OKGlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VOQPAQq_hOY/s400/Picture+020.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415968893632649810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DAY ONE, EDINBURGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; total&lt;/span&gt; time i spent on the plane was about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;14 hours&lt;/span&gt;. Consisted of two flights. One 6 hour flight to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Dubai&lt;/span&gt;. And another 8 hour flight to Glasgow. The first flight wasnt that good since it was a full flight. But the second one was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesomeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;, there wasnt that many people so me and Arief had a whole row of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;4 seats&lt;/span&gt; to ourselves. And i slept, and ate, and watched some movies. That was gooooooooddd, and oh yeah, the picture above is in the plane to Dubai, they had these small lights made &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;installed&lt;/span&gt; on the top of the plane to make them look like stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljBf1UJVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/mBjpgQc5a3M/s1600-h/Picture+028.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljBf1UJVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/mBjpgQc5a3M/s400/Picture+028.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415968904265868626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, thats my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;stepsister&lt;/span&gt;, she's 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;landed&lt;/span&gt;, and at first when we got out from the airport to the weather (6 degrees Celcius) everybody was like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NI je keeee?&lt;/span&gt; Takd la sejuk mana, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takpayah pakai coat&lt;/span&gt; pun, haha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE SO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt; -_- and i almost freezed to death if it wasnt for that PVC jacket of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljB_TuT0I/AAAAAAAAAhM/VB0bRz8D16Y/s1600-h/Picture+087.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljB_TuT0I/AAAAAAAAAhM/VB0bRz8D16Y/s400/Picture+087.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415968912714911554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljCqrrplI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mcwCQUCSqFQ/s1600-h/Picture+096.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljCqrrplI/AAAAAAAAAhU/mcwCQUCSqFQ/s400/Picture+096.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415968924358125138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glasgow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quick stop at Glasgow city for lunch. And we ate like maniacs. I fell in love with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;buildings&lt;/span&gt;. They're all made of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;bricks&lt;/span&gt;, brown, warm, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;welcoming&lt;/span&gt;. Drove around town, and my father showed me where he studied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljC-BZxuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/yb9H5riK5A8/s1600-h/Picture+110.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljC-BZxuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/yb9H5riK5A8/s400/Picture+110.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415968929549502178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that we headed to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Edinburgh&lt;/span&gt;, to our apartment, its a nice simple, modern apartment with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;3 rooms&lt;/span&gt;, a kitchen, and a living room. The picture above is the corridor of the apartment. I slept for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;12 hours&lt;/span&gt; straight that night. Ah, felt good. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 2, EDINBURGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljiSEit4I/AAAAAAAAAhk/gRWRNoRGtW0/s1600-h/Picture+124.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljiSEit4I/AAAAAAAAAhk/gRWRNoRGtW0/s400/Picture+124.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415969467507324802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljjPAhyPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/N4fZ9_ixjOM/s1600-h/Picture+129.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljjPAhyPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/N4fZ9_ixjOM/s400/Picture+129.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415969483865049330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Syljji-2ebI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zR95tJIaQOY/s1600-h/Picture+143.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Syljji-2ebI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zR95tJIaQOY/s400/Picture+143.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415969489226725810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View outside our apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO today we decided to just have a walk around Edinburgh, see the sights, hear the sounds and whatnot. Do as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Scottish&lt;/span&gt; do, hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljkL_bWTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/CvafLcJY8D0/s1600-h/Picture+164.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljkL_bWTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/CvafLcJY8D0/s400/Picture+164.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415969500234996018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way to Edinburgh Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Edinburgh Castle&lt;/span&gt;, and ancient castle atop the hills of Edinburgh. It was majestic of course. BUT it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;SO COLDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;, with the wind. I was miserable half of the time -_- I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hate&lt;/span&gt; the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljkgSo9lI/AAAAAAAAAiE/EuvzooKfLvg/s1600-h/Picture+186.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljkgSo9lI/AAAAAAAAAiE/EuvzooKfLvg/s400/Picture+186.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415969505684289106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edinburgh Castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sylk1YHHBmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Rpb42lAdhpM/s1600-h/Picture+190.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sylk1YHHBmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Rpb42lAdhpM/s400/Picture+190.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415970895057847906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the cannons at the castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside Edinburgh Castle, is another &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;tourist&lt;/span&gt; attraction called Camera Obscura, it shows optical illusions and stuff. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weird yet cool&lt;/span&gt; stuff. Its hard to explain here, sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sylk2FlfWpI/AAAAAAAAAic/CQx6XiKM-H4/s1600-h/Picture+285.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sylk2FlfWpI/AAAAAAAAAic/CQx6XiKM-H4/s400/Picture+285.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415970907264866962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sylk18pAlxI/AAAAAAAAAiU/CsTk4goEMVE/s1600-h/Picture+255.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sylk18pAlxI/AAAAAAAAAiU/CsTk4goEMVE/s400/Picture+255.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415970904863708946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arief is on the right and im on the left, i loved taking pictures in this room : }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch and we headed to&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Princes Street&lt;/span&gt;, Edinburgh's shopping district. The minute i saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt; i think i almost died of happiness. Aaaaaaaaaahhh, but i didnt go out of control, not yet. But i did buy these gorgeous &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;peep toes&lt;/span&gt;. They're black with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;neon&lt;/span&gt; colours at the back. Will post up a picture of them later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TOPSHOP&lt;/span&gt; there, 3 floors of nothing but expensive gorgeous clothes, haha : O But they had this section called the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoe Boutique'&lt;/span&gt; and i&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; literally&lt;/span&gt; had to stuff my hands in my pocket to refrain from grabbing them since as you know, Topshop shoes are all made from pigskin. SHUCKS, SHUCKS,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; SHUCKSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-7099841195792571438?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/7099841195792571438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=7099841195792571438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7099841195792571438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7099841195792571438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/scotland-day-one-and-two.html' title='Scotland, Day One and Two'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyljA4OKGlI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VOQPAQq_hOY/s72-c/Picture+020.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-920161633529596927</id><published>2009-12-11T16:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:10:16.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact Is, I Cant Have You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyH9ZuJlUzI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/n0f2Z4i1iF8/s1600-h/9.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyH9ZuJlUzI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/n0f2Z4i1iF8/s400/9.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413886845402829618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Devastatingly&lt;br /&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-920161633529596927?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/920161633529596927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=920161633529596927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/920161633529596927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/920161633529596927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/devastatingly-heartbreaking.html' title='Fact Is, I Cant Have You'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SyH9ZuJlUzI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/n0f2Z4i1iF8/s72-c/9.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-7304404158590777575</id><published>2009-12-10T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:54:08.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Society Is Going In sane</title><content type='html'>SO blogging requires a lot &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt;. And with the current lifestyle im leading, i think the space in my head is turning to dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM LIKE SO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;BORED ZZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt; ZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;But its okay, this boredom will end, soon&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully some inspiration will flow in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; late &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;everynigh&lt;/span&gt;t, and skipping breakfast, having late showers and its kinda gross. Bcs im a health freak. I dont like sleeping late, i dont like skipping a meal, i dont like having late showers. Ehh, its &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;. WHAT AM I TURNING &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;INTO&lt;/span&gt;? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i have phlegm in my throat, and its stuck there and my voice is all &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;raspy&lt;/span&gt; and im developing fever. And all i can do is just whine about it bcs im very&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; restless&lt;/span&gt; from staying at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM going to become healthy again, i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt; is coming to a close, which is unbelieveable&lt;br /&gt;In a year's time i will be done with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, thats so scary. 11 years of school, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;11 chapters&lt;/span&gt;, coming to a close. The prospect of having to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt; (college sialllllzzzz) and meeting new people, and no more uniforms. WHAT AM I GONNA WEAR TO COLLEGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I DIE ID IE I DIE I&lt;/span&gt; DIE DIE DIE IDIE&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, i kid, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;i kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-7304404158590777575?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/7304404158590777575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=7304404158590777575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7304404158590777575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7304404158590777575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-society-is-going-in-sane.html' title='This Society Is Going In sane'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6122883410424321039</id><published>2009-12-08T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:48:32.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drastic Plastic Fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sx3yTSIlfRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9rRBn7t9ZlY/s1600-h/Chanel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sx3yTSIlfRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9rRBn7t9ZlY/s400/Chanel.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412748740268490002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAIII AIIII&lt;/span&gt; AIIAIIA AIAIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK, im hungry and as always&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; sushi&lt;/span&gt; is on my mind eventhough we went out for sushi last week, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys tried the sushi at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rakuzen&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;NO? WHY NOTTTTTTTTTT?&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt; out i kid you not, but it is kinda expensive -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to get a haircut &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; bcs im bored with my hair &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(so fast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the hairdresser's&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; closed&lt;/span&gt;. Hah, i was getting all excited but the place is closed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Killer&lt;/span&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;SO BADDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Z to send me smwhr to get my hair cut but his car is in the workshop. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Double killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO CUT MY HAIR &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NOWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO the picture above was from Harpers Bazaar. Look. At. Those. Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I tried googling them but nothing came up, i should try &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt;, but im lazy&lt;br /&gt;They cost 13k. BUT LOOK AT THEM, its genius how they came with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chains&lt;/span&gt; around the heel, and the Chanel logo is SO NICEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;If only i had tonnes of&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; moneyy&lt;/span&gt;yyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;But i dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRIPLE KILLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-6122883410424321039?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6122883410424321039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6122883410424321039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6122883410424321039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6122883410424321039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/drastic-plastic-fantastic.html' title='Drastic Plastic Fantastic'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sx3yTSIlfRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9rRBn7t9ZlY/s72-c/Chanel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-1043298470249365340</id><published>2009-12-08T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:06:04.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Find That Pot Of Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sx3qeDCYV7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/EWP5jfL4MiI/s1600-h/Diddy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sx3qeDCYV7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/EWP5jfL4MiI/s400/Diddy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412740129101469618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i wish Happy Birthday to the person who i've had the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; hardest&lt;/span&gt; relationship with&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship was one long &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;roller coaster &lt;/span&gt;ride&lt;br /&gt;Up, down, up, and down&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Over&lt;/span&gt; and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we ever went down, it would hit&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; so hard&lt;/span&gt;, and be so painful&lt;br /&gt;And if we went up, it would lead us to going &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;Until both of us just couldnt &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;manage&lt;/span&gt; it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were at breaking point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to just go up&lt;br /&gt;And by some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt; we were able to stay up&lt;br /&gt;Until today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taught me so many &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lessons&lt;/span&gt; in life&lt;br /&gt;And as much as i hate to say it, you were right all along&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-1043298470249365340?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/1043298470249365340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=1043298470249365340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1043298470249365340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1043298470249365340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-find-that-pot-of-gold.html' title='We&apos;ll Find That Pot Of Gold'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sx3qeDCYV7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/EWP5jfL4MiI/s72-c/Diddy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-8762332625725638884</id><published>2009-12-07T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:21:22.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant Always Get What You Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sxz-fNZWLiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/zFA_FOYqGuU/s1600-h/TSWIZZ.png"&gt;t&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sxz-fNZWLiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/zFA_FOYqGuU/s400/TSWIZZ.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412480664317865506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE this &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; thing going on with me, i think it started about last year&lt;br /&gt;I always find myself loving something so much, loving it as if coming close to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt;, but when that thing gets &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;overrated&lt;/span&gt;, i will hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST LIKE THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always find it becoming &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;less special&lt;/span&gt; when more people are head over heels over it&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Twilight Saga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; (I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;already stopped&lt;/span&gt; watching, all i do is just read the summary of the episode, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zzzz&lt;/span&gt;, there's nothing worth watching there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, slowly but surely, i think &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Taylor Swift's&lt;/span&gt; getting overrated too&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-8762332625725638884?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/8762332625725638884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=8762332625725638884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8762332625725638884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8762332625725638884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-always-get-what-you-want.html' title='Cant Always Get What You Want'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sxz-fNZWLiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/zFA_FOYqGuU/s72-c/TSWIZZ.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2176956344130551526</id><published>2009-12-05T01:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:11:09.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toiler Paper and Trashcans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxlQi0pQWqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Pn4aC9Eof4o/s1600-h/Fun.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxlQi0pQWqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Pn4aC9Eof4o/s400/Fun.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411444986439817890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was at Pavillion 2 days back, i saw this malay girl, she was wearing a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;white sleveless&lt;/span&gt; maxi dress&lt;br /&gt;AND when i say white, i mean white, real white with no other colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying thing was, she was wearing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;black bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; you can see it so clearly, it was kinda sad&lt;br /&gt;Bcs it seemed desperate, and insecure, and it was as if she wanted &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; so bad&lt;br /&gt;But i dunno la, maybe her nude coloured bra was in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;washing machine&lt;/span&gt; ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my point is, just wear something that you're comfortable in, something thats you, something that shows your confidence. You dress for yourself, and yourself only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if you dress up provocatively for some horny guys attention at the mall. That just makes you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a tad&lt;/span&gt; pathetic doesnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2176956344130551526?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2176956344130551526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2176956344130551526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2176956344130551526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2176956344130551526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/toiler-paper-and-trashcans.html' title='Toiler Paper and Trashcans'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxlQi0pQWqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Pn4aC9Eof4o/s72-c/Fun.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6641359750386799375</id><published>2009-12-05T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:51:45.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futura Make Up Artists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISATERRRRRRRZZZXXX&lt;/span&gt;, hahahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;I know i know, but i had so much fun though&lt;br /&gt;Lets &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;rewind&lt;/span&gt; back abit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after lunch, and we were just sitting around then by some stupid random note decided mess with some make up&lt;br /&gt;So we&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; scrambled&lt;/span&gt; in Nadia's sisters room for some makeup&lt;br /&gt;And we found&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; lipstick&lt;/span&gt; and all those stuff, hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so hilarious&lt;br /&gt;Everybody could see how gross the other person looked except&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; themselves&lt;/span&gt; since we werent allowed to look at &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the mirror&lt;/span&gt; until it was all done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would look at each other then would say "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;BURUKNYA AWAK!!&lt;/span&gt;" or "AWAK LAGI BURUK"&lt;br /&gt;And we'd burst into hysterics of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could repeat that, hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did Nadia's, and Lydia did Fatihin's&lt;br /&gt;At first the makeup was kinda&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; pretty&lt;/span&gt;, hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tihin, she looks like shes about to get&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; married&lt;/span&gt; -_--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the make up got uglier&lt;br /&gt;And uglier&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;fuglier&lt;/span&gt;, hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lipstick&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; scares &lt;/span&gt;me, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my future &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; would run if he saw me like this. Hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the reaction when we saw ourselves on the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BURUK KILLERZZ&lt;/span&gt; OK, hahahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop laughing, and my face looks like im about to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some individual shots ;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok muka Fatihin dah lain &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;sangattttt&lt;/span&gt;t, hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Scarier than me, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt even trade them for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-6641359750386799375?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6641359750386799375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6641359750386799375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6641359750386799375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6641359750386799375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/futura-make-up-artists.html' title='Futura Make Up Artists'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-7518330168763344200</id><published>2009-12-03T17:38:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:50:48.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Lightning Strikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxeJIXdcTBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TXToCBkRoJ0/s1600-h/Image00003_std.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxeJIXdcTBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TXToCBkRoJ0/s400/Image00003_std.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410944254138403858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxeJIXdcTBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TXToCBkRoJ0/s1600-h/Image00003_std.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, when im done with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, i think i'll most probably end up doing this to my head. I thought about doing it now but i doubt it will grow out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;fast enough&lt;/span&gt; before the next school year starts, too bad&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a guy who carried this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;hairstyle&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, and he looked great. I shouldve asked where he got it done, haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-7518330168763344200?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/7518330168763344200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=7518330168763344200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7518330168763344200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7518330168763344200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-lightning-strikes.html' title='When Lightning Strikes'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxeJIXdcTBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TXToCBkRoJ0/s72-c/Image00003_std.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-3940541275276178451</id><published>2009-12-03T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:49:58.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightlife Cities, Daylight Shine</title><content type='html'>Tank top; Cotton On, Shoes; blogshop, Bag; Little Black Book, Cardigan; Chatuchak Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skirt is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt; actually, we were at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang Pa-In Palace&lt;/span&gt; and i was wearing shorts so they told me to cover up and i took that skirt. Its &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;beautifu&lt;/span&gt;l, too bad i had to return it, heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes those 2 boys at the back are my baby brothers, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thailand&lt;/span&gt; was breath taking, really&lt;br /&gt;I would go back, definately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are temples everywhere and they were beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And the shopping, THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt; IS JUST&lt;br /&gt;: O&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF THIS WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaktuchak market is like this, you imagine a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; flea market&lt;/span&gt; with stalls with the latest in trend clothes&lt;br /&gt;Now you imagine thousands of stalls crammed in one place&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;prices&lt;/span&gt; of the clothes are all cut to more than half than the prices here&lt;br /&gt;THAT is what Chaktuchak market is like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt catch any pictures though, it was too &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;crowded&lt;/span&gt;, i didnt want my stuff to be snatched. So use your&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; imagination&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe i'll get a few pictures of the stuff i bought and post it up here, should i? Hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;unpack&lt;/span&gt;, i have too many clothes and my closet if full, full to the brim, so my new clothes are currently homeless and my room looks like its been hit by a tornado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;, i can safely say that it was a waste of money and it was boring, and it was filled with bad acting. The only part i loved was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;, bcs that Dakota Fanning is stunning, i love her. And no, Jacob isnt hot, to me -_-- Haha, im a weird girl i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Redbox, and i had fun, but i think it felt &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; without Ndr, bcs she loves to hog the microphone, HEHEHEHE. Fatihin wants me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;upload&lt;/span&gt; pictures of yesterday, but i think i wont, bcs im lazy. HEHEHEHEHEHEHE, Im praying she wont get angry when she reads this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, listening to Razin singing to Taylor Swift was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;. And did you know he knows every word of the song "Can I Have This Dance" from High School Musical 3? Hahahahahaha, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be having lunch with them girls tomorrow, bcs Nadia's heading to the US on the 8th, and im heading to UK on the 15th.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Last outing&lt;/span&gt; for the 5 of us this year. So fast, like woah hoo woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ending this post with my rings, my babies, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preciousssssssss&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sxdfl2Io1lI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gfwun2PRnZs/s1600-h/RINGSSAAA.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sxdfl2Io1lI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gfwun2PRnZs/s400/RINGSSAAA.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410898581100484178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-3940541275276178451?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/3940541275276178451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=3940541275276178451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3940541275276178451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3940541275276178451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/12/nightlife-cities-daylight-shine.html' title='Nightlife Cities, Daylight Shine'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sxdfl2Io1lI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gfwun2PRnZs/s72-c/RINGSSAAA.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-3024885725119693672</id><published>2009-11-30T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:17:23.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, Cant Wait To See You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxKeelOv5aI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/v63118B1h9E/s1600/TTTT.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxKeelOv5aI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/v63118B1h9E/s400/TTTT.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409560350652622242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.....&lt;br /&gt;...........HA&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAHAHAHA...HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HA HA HA.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAH AHAH HAH HAH HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I'LL STOP//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-3024885725119693672?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/3024885725119693672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=3024885725119693672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3024885725119693672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3024885725119693672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-cant-wait-to-see-you.html' title='Hi, Cant Wait To See You'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxKeelOv5aI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/v63118B1h9E/s72-c/TTTT.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-1267397922257234237</id><published>2009-11-29T00:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:10:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drool Drooling Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxFW55RjAZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sT-UgW9aVbI/s1600/ring.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxFW55RjAZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sT-UgW9aVbI/s400/ring.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409200180075626898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, im in Bangkok, and the room has free internet cable and im bored&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to Chatuchak Market&lt;br /&gt;It was like a maze&lt;br /&gt;But then we found the clothing section&lt;br /&gt;And then it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;amazinggggggggggggggggggg&lt;/span&gt;gggggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt buy much, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was getting late when we found the section&lt;br /&gt;We're going back tmrw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the way back to the hotel&lt;br /&gt;There was this old lady selling these &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;gold rings&lt;/span&gt; im obsessed with by the street&lt;br /&gt;You know like that bee ring&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Spt-rbQkLCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Je3ZS0jHU_Y/s1600-h/DSC_0648+copy.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i bought&lt;br /&gt;So i bought 6 rings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;EHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ALL MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TEHHE EHEREBE  HEHI#EUEVCJKWDCNWJECN WENM&lt;cwe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NICE, will post pictures when im back bcs i show off like that, hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ok so gewdixxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PRECIOUSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;NOBODY&lt;/span&gt; WILL TAKE PRECIOUS PRECIOUSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;PRECIOUS RING MINE MINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cwe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-1267397922257234237?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/1267397922257234237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=1267397922257234237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1267397922257234237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1267397922257234237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/drool-drool-droollllllllllllllllzzzz.html' title='Drool Drooling Die'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SxFW55RjAZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sT-UgW9aVbI/s72-c/ring.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2820715794583358164</id><published>2009-11-25T13:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:49:31.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Can You Bring The Sunshine Back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwzlySww9rI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wp7LJb8YgEc/s1600/Picture+409+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwzlySww9rI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wp7LJb8YgEc/s400/Picture+409+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407949904757716658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, i just arrived in KL &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, and i am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt; near happy about it, not even close. I've never felt more down in my whole life, ah shucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even want to go Pavillion, or look at &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my shoes&lt;/span&gt;, or play with my clothes&lt;br /&gt;Its not even funny&lt;br /&gt;Hm, i dont feel like talking to anybody, so im&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; not replying&lt;/span&gt; Z's messages&lt;br /&gt;Excuse this emocrap, but im like so depressed -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the trip was way&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; too short&lt;/span&gt;, i know i should be grateful, i am, but its like, zzzooom zzzooom, 6 days is not enough for Sipadan, especially when you dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just bliss&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there's nothing but &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;, and its just fantastic&lt;br /&gt;I mean, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8am-4pm&lt;/span&gt; you dive and dive, and eat, and then from 5pm onwards you just sit and play at the jetty, jumping into&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 5 metre deep&lt;/span&gt; water without any life jacket, just you&lt;br /&gt;And at night, you just take in the sea breeze while watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;wild lionfish&lt;/span&gt; dance below the jetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEEEEEEEEE, 6 DAYS NOT ENOUGH ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried convincing my mom to go back err &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;early december&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this year&lt;/span&gt; since im free for 2 weeks, but nah, mission&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: O&lt;br /&gt;Which means i've to wait 6 months until i can go back&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before, i dont do patience, im very bad at it&lt;br /&gt;OK OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough i did &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;14 dives&lt;/span&gt;, somehow, its like, err, can i have somemore dives?&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok, shutting up now&lt;br /&gt;But i dont have pictures of me diving, no underwater camera maaaahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im all dark now and my cheek has these dark patches, i've no idea what they are, but i dont careee, plus mom said they're gonna go away, but i dont feel like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;going out&lt;/span&gt; since they look odd. I dont want people to stare and give me pity looks about my skin, zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im heading to Thailand this &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, which means i dont have to unpack&lt;br /&gt;Im too depressed to unpack anywayssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONDERLAND =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwzHr5YhbqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/p-dh93mdruM/s1600/Picture+052.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwzHr5YhbqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/p-dh93mdruM/s400/Picture+052.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407916809517100706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwzIGwYiNtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wQF8Uyiv0uU/s1600/Picture+118.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwzIGwYiNtI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wQF8Uyiv0uU/s400/Picture+118.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407917270957700818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwzIOm5DAGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KIGGoNjNHbs/s1600/Picture+326.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwzIOm5DAGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KIGGoNjNHbs/s400/Picture+326.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407917405848666210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//  We used those floats for fun, and in case we got tired from kicking our legs, i was trying to get a free ride with the kid brother, but as usual,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; rejecteddddd&lt;/span&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwzuQb2_NaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MH3IMkG7Ips/s1600/Picture+339.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwzuQb2_NaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MH3IMkG7Ips/s400/Picture+339.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407959218688832930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 MONTHS 6 MONTHS 6 MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S HOPING//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2820715794583358164?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2820715794583358164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2820715794583358164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2820715794583358164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2820715794583358164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-can-you-bring-sunshine-back.html' title='Hello, Can You Bring The Sunshine Back?'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwzlySww9rI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wp7LJb8YgEc/s72-c/Picture+409+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-3089091980863793000</id><published>2009-11-18T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:49:07.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Grow Up Now</title><content type='html'>Today marks the last day i will go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; for this year since i will heading to Sipadan tomorrow, my flight is at 7AM, so i have to wake up at 4AM, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;passes&lt;/span&gt; by so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first day of&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; school&lt;/span&gt;, i was not happy, i was really angry bcs i got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; from my friends, it was my first time not being in a class with&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; either&lt;/span&gt; Nadia/Fthn/Ndr/Elydia and i think it kinda freaked me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i was going to be lonely throughout the whole year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But naaaah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; were right, being in a different &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;enviroment&lt;/span&gt;, it really just opens your eyes a little bit. You cant just be&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; nestled&lt;/span&gt; comfortably with just one circle of friends and expect things to go so perfectly, bcs life's just not like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this year was great,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt;, turns out i was in an awesome class, and i got close to people i wouldnt even think of in a million years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life kicks you in the ass really hard times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate, i cant wait to see what the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; school year has in store for me&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-3089091980863793000?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/3089091980863793000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=3089091980863793000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3089091980863793000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3089091980863793000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-to-grow-up-now.html' title='Time To Grow Up Now'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2208970982093559749</id><published>2009-11-18T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:28:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Just Pack Your Bags And Move Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwOec2QAwpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/dUheJSQkJQ8/s1600/snake+snakey.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwOec2QAwpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/dUheJSQkJQ8/s400/snake+snakey.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405338196210926226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when someone &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;bitches&lt;/span&gt; about you&lt;br /&gt;Be it behind your &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;, or right there in front of you&lt;br /&gt;It sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think the easiest thing you can do is just&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; utter back&lt;/span&gt; horrendous words right back at them. Bcs that anger it just &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;crawls&lt;/span&gt; under your skin, and it swallows you whole. You cant do anything, especially if your heart is already full of so much hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want them to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; scared&lt;/span&gt; at you, you want to show that you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, honestly, i think it brings you down too. At the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; same level&lt;/span&gt; as the other person. True true, 2 wrongs dont make a right. I mean if both of you are just attacking one another with foul words, who's the better person? Nobody, simple as that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know, that the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hardest&lt;/span&gt; thing you can do is just &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;walk away&lt;/span&gt;, but its the best. Especially if that person is just not worth it. Walking away is hard, SO HARD, it takes all your &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;, and you still want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;spit&lt;/span&gt; at the person. But you'd feel so proud of yourself for walking away bcs deep inside you know you're different from that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what i think anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to get there, i admit i dont handle many &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;situations&lt;/span&gt; as best as i could. I have a short fuse, and i get &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;defensive&lt;/span&gt; when people shit about me, or those i care about. But after a series of events, i know that there's just no point really in retaliating, bcs you have nothing to prove to those haters. Next time, i'll try to handle the situation on a better level, bcs its about time, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just want to bring you down, for no apparent reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just walk away, with you head held high, remind yourself that these people are just a waste of your time, that you're a whole lot &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; than this. And thats about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2208970982093559749?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2208970982093559749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2208970982093559749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2208970982093559749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2208970982093559749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-can-just-pack-your-bags-and-move.html' title='You Can Just Pack Your Bags And Move Away'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwOec2QAwpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/dUheJSQkJQ8/s72-c/snake+snakey.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-1950986281600993335</id><published>2009-11-17T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:00:40.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Hungry But I Dont Feel Like Killing Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwJSMMUhmmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XTi8FQjn7Cc/s1600/podi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwJSMMUhmmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XTi8FQjn7Cc/s400/podi.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404972872217238114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwJSMMUhmmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XTi8FQjn7Cc/s1600/podi.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; here is so &lt;i&gt;depressing&lt;/i&gt; its affecting my mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Everything's&lt;/span&gt; so dark and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;gloomy&lt;/span&gt; and damp and wet, its like ergh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the weather is bringing me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; with her too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im a lot more &lt;b&gt;melancholy&lt;/b&gt; at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleh, i cant handle it when there's too much rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant handle it when there's too much sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need &lt;i&gt;balance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at me getting all serious//&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; Freaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Leon (the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;cat&lt;/span&gt;) is all &lt;i&gt;"grown up"&lt;/i&gt; now, all he wants to do is make love to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yuriko&lt;/span&gt; (another cat) Which is really nasty. And what's worse is the fact that he's trying to rape &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Daphne&lt;/span&gt; (another cat) too. But Daphne is smart, she growls and snarls at him, and she's like double his size. Plus she's already been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;neutered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we're going to have to cut Leon's balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i think he's (Leon) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;hormonal&lt;/span&gt; too, he's peeing everywhere, and i think i came close to hitting him when he peed on my curtains, and my carpet, and my blanket. But i didnt, hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, im so lucky -_-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-1950986281600993335?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/1950986281600993335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=1950986281600993335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1950986281600993335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1950986281600993335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-hungry-but-i-dont-feel-like-killing.html' title='Im Hungry But I Dont Feel Like Killing Anyone?'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwJSMMUhmmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XTi8FQjn7Cc/s72-c/podi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-8334821132299589323</id><published>2009-11-15T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:38:57.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Call Me at Midnight Sharp?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwAa48la_wI/AAAAAAAAAa4/P3SDtGt678M/s1600-h/Biker.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwAa48la_wI/AAAAAAAAAa4/P3SDtGt678M/s400/Biker.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404349118482677506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet my new &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;lover&lt;/span&gt;, hihi, i love this, its something similar to what i saw at Forever21, but wayyyyy cheaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why i live to shop,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bargains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought an&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; epaulet&lt;/span&gt;, one laced vintage blazer which is quite big but hey, its vintage, its supposed to look &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; like that. I bought this ruffled skirt, i think its too girlish for my taste, maybe i'll&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; bleach&lt;/span&gt; it tomorrow to make it look tougher, sort of. Maybe i'll blog about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this gorgeous vintage boyfriend tee. It was sort of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;collage&lt;/span&gt; of patterns. I wanted to buy it, but when i asked the salesgirl she said it was 40 bucks. I was err, taken &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;aback&lt;/span&gt;? Its vintage. Vintage is supposed to be cheap, none of my vintage rags cost me more than RM30 each. Dang, -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday i &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purchased&lt;/span&gt; a pair of harem pants, and they're great, they look a bit odd on me, but i wouldnt have them any other way. I've always loved pants, i want a pair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;dropcrotch&lt;/span&gt; pants but im sure everybody will stare if i wear pants like that. Hoho, i mean, i dont really like jeans, except skinny jeans, and a few other eccentric jeans like bleached/acidwashed/stonewashed jeans. But bootcut jeans, and all that common stuff, its doesnt reach out to me. Its a bit too um, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe, sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-8334821132299589323?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/8334821132299589323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=8334821132299589323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8334821132299589323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8334821132299589323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-call-me-at-midnight-sharp.html' title='Can You Call Me at Midnight Sharp?'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SwAa48la_wI/AAAAAAAAAa4/P3SDtGt678M/s72-c/Biker.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-3982797587670207394</id><published>2009-11-14T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:55:07.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwater Reptiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sv7PiYedPhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/s1-3TOnYaPM/s400/2009-11-11-Picture4.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403984792483872274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sv7Pi6z8UeI/AAAAAAAAAao/wk62Eg6a0cg/s400/tumblr_ksx2x2WR3M1qza4gto1_500.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403984801700794850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sv7PiYedPhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/s1-3TOnYaPM/s1600-h/2009-11-11-Picture4.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sv7Pih4AhxI/AAAAAAAAAag/2cbcNcgczBI/s400/2009-11-11-slide_3076_43346_large.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403984795006961426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bad Romance&lt;/i&gt;, Lady Gaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sure by now everybody's watched it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way she &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;rocked&lt;/span&gt; those Alexander McQueen shoes, and dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think nobody can quite &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;embody&lt;/span&gt; McQueen's 2010 Spring Collection except her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magic i say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, just look when other people try to wear his collection =&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sv7R5dd_O8I/AAAAAAAAAaw/GUD2N5mLXUQ/s400/sDAb5CB68ohl.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAILLLLLLL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-3982797587670207394?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/3982797587670207394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=3982797587670207394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3982797587670207394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3982797587670207394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/underwater-reptiles.html' title='Underwater Reptiles'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sv7PiYedPhI/AAAAAAAAAaY/s1-3TOnYaPM/s72-c/2009-11-11-Picture4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-3291558219419632713</id><published>2009-11-14T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:08:43.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going To See These Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sv61ELUhXzI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/C0coW71z0Dg/s1600-h/sipadan.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sv61ELUhXzI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/C0coW71z0Dg/s400/sipadan.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403955686254141234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ONE) Aaaaah, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; are coming up, which is absolutely&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; fantastic&lt;/span&gt;, i cant imagine any other way to close this year up. Cant wait, and yes, one of the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; perks&lt;/span&gt; of having divorced parents are double holidays! Alhamdulillah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(TWO) Heading to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt; on earth next week, Sipadan Island off the coast of Sabah, not many people know about this island, which is good, i dont want any idiotic tourists &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;destroying&lt;/span&gt; the aquatic life there. Its perfect the way it is. I cant wait to dive with the huge school of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; barracudas&lt;/span&gt; again. Hehe. Sure, Tioman/Perhentian/Manukan are beautiful, but they have nothing on Sipadan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(THREE) Shortly after Sipadan we're going on a short trip to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thailand&lt;/span&gt;, I cant wait to splurge at Chaktuchak Market. Yes, this is one of my year end splurges, im going to take home a new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;wardrobe&lt;/span&gt; with me, hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(FOUR) God-willing, in mid &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; my father will take the family on a 2 week trip overseas. I wont tell where, bcs im afraid i'll jinx it and we wont get to go. A few of my friends know though. Its my first time heading there, and i am&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt; excited&lt;/span&gt;. Im supposed to do the travel&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt; itinerary&lt;/span&gt; for this trip but i havent even started -_-, I cant wait for the Christmas sales there, actually, any Christmas sale overseas is just mind blowing. Just imagine, the items on sale are cut from &lt;b&gt;$50 to $7&lt;/b&gt;, BEST TAK?!! AND &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; IS ON SALE!!!!! Whereas at Malaysia, the price still &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;, even with the Christmas sale, heh, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;save&lt;/span&gt; this country's shopping scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-3291558219419632713?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/3291558219419632713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=3291558219419632713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3291558219419632713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3291558219419632713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-to-see-these-things.html' title='Going To See These Things'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sv61ELUhXzI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/C0coW71z0Dg/s72-c/sipadan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-3782897159868283769</id><published>2009-11-14T01:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:47:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleak And Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sv4nD7PpsWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/CRtPRg3GrHQ/s1600-h/Adolf-Hitler-7+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sv4nD7PpsWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/CRtPRg3GrHQ/s400/Adolf-Hitler-7+copy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403799551287603554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRSWbKaL9ws&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRSWbKaL9ws&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; fascinated&lt;/span&gt; by this&lt;br /&gt;Not that i admire Hitler, i think he was evil to the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; core&lt;/span&gt;, but i am fascinated by his mind&lt;br /&gt;How did all those sickening thoughts get in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holocaust, &lt;i&gt;Extermination Camps&lt;/i&gt;, Ghettos, starvation, racism, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;40 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; dead, all caused by the war started by Germany when Adolf Hitler came to power&lt;br /&gt;How can one person &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;digest&lt;/span&gt; this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can he even sleep at night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he did have a power of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;persuasion&lt;/span&gt;, just listen to his speech at minute 5.46&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 sentnces, and the hairs on my back stand, and i get chills down my spine&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to fight&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love stories about wars during the World War 2, my father is at fault for this, he's a history buff, and i got that side of his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;traits&lt;/span&gt;. I ask him anything and he knows, *snap snap* Just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am currently hung up on the Nat Geo series "Apocalypse, The Second World War", 6 episodes of nothing but real filming during the war. REAL&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt; REAL&lt;/span&gt; REAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me so happy, bcs i am a dork like that&lt;br /&gt;I wish they'd made more episodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that Italy was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;allies&lt;/span&gt; with Germany&lt;br /&gt;I never knew there was a Genocide by bullets in Russia&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that France was fully conquered&lt;br /&gt;I never knew about the Stuka planes used by Germans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I ish donch know a lot of stuff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all this, it makes me more grateful i dont live in such a world anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; noobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-3782897159868283769?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/3782897159868283769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=3782897159868283769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3782897159868283769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3782897159868283769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/bleak-and-dark.html' title='Bleak And Dark'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Sv4nD7PpsWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/CRtPRg3GrHQ/s72-c/Adolf-Hitler-7+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-8891509783136087191</id><published>2009-11-12T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:34:48.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ching Ching Chah Chingggggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvwMNSZNbzI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Ikpa-Qy0OiQ/s1600-h/taylor_skirt.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvwMNSZNbzI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Ikpa-Qy0OiQ/s400/taylor_skirt.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403207075353161522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://coexistonline.multiply.com/"&gt;Coexist&lt;/a&gt;, they're from Philipinnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A PLEATHER SKIRT LIKE THAT&lt;br /&gt;++ that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;fringe&lt;/span&gt; top&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz, im bored, and hungry, and honestly out of inspiration, maybe when i get some&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; food&lt;/span&gt; in my system then something will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont mess with me when im hungry, i think its a rule, i get so easily&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; angered&lt;/span&gt; when i have zero fuel in my body, and its like my&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; patience&lt;/span&gt; gets cut short, i turn into a monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYJAH BITCH ALERTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! Hahaha ok bodoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im boreddddddddddddd, borednyaa, bochannyeww, bohsannyaaaaaa. Hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, my fthr is here to take me out por&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; dinner&lt;/span&gt;, im going to eat loike a retard now, hoho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-8891509783136087191?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/8891509783136087191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=8891509783136087191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8891509783136087191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/8891509783136087191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/ching-ching-chah-chingggggg.html' title='Ching Ching Chah Chingggggg'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvwMNSZNbzI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Ikpa-Qy0OiQ/s72-c/taylor_skirt.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-3394500639273244830</id><published>2009-11-10T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:17:16.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Dance Until Our Heels Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/see_you_next_time/set?.embedder=983502&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=13419032"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="See You Next Time" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjlNSmhHc1ROM2hHSmdWYVkwcVV1eUEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="See You Next Time" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/see_you_next_time/set?.embedder=983502&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=13419032"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; before&lt;/span&gt; our exams started, me and my friends sat and talked about &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;next years prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, about who was going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;organise&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;What we were going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;wear&lt;/span&gt; and all that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dresses&lt;/span&gt;, short &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those things that girls get excited about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i think i &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;wont&lt;/span&gt; be attending prom next year since &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;most probably&lt;/span&gt; my mother/father is going to take the family on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; like he/she always does during the school break. But i dont really mind since if i were to choose between a 2 week holiday and one measly night of prom. A holiday wins by a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;whole mile&lt;/span&gt;. Take that suckah! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only thing i would really miss out on prom is looking at what other people would&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; wear&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, i love looking at what other people wear, how they wear it and whether it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;two thumbs&lt;/span&gt; up or a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;fashion disaster&lt;/span&gt; (beware beware, haha). I've been doing this for a while now, hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways  on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;totally random&lt;/span&gt; note, i logged on to my abandoned &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;polyvore&lt;/span&gt; and decided to make 3 looks that i could see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; wearing for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;prom&lt;/span&gt; next year, but i doubt i will since this year's trend is going to be next years trash? Haha, whateverrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 LOOKS I WOULD WEAR TO PROM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/one_night_in_neon_city/set?.embedder=983502&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=13418948"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="One Night In Neon City" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjBLMjhFOExOM2hHX0JZOW1NUTYxc2cAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="One Night In Neon City" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/one_night_in_neon_city/set?.embedder=983502&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=13418948"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Metallic&lt;/span&gt; dresses, and suede shoes, especially blue suede material. I love how they look and feel, and oh, i added the beret just to make the whole outfit more&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; quirky&lt;/span&gt; and playful. And yes, if i were to go to prom next year, i'd be wearing a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;cocktail dress&lt;/span&gt;, it seems more fun and liberating. No&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; long&lt;/span&gt; dresses for me, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/breaking_my_legs/set?.embedder=983502&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=13418676"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="Breaking My Legs" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFl9LbzU1YnpOM2hHVFdRSWlaNXczUEEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Breaking My Legs" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/breaking_my_legs/set?.embedder=983502&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=13418676"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lace is currently a huge trend, and with good reason, they're &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;, hoho. If they're still in trend next year, i'd wear them to prom no &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;doubt&lt;/span&gt;. I've seen those &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; metallic shoes at Topshop, and almost &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;died&lt;/span&gt;. The only problem? They're made from pigskin. Aaah crud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/you_wouldnt_dare/set?.embedder=983502&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=11556426"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="You Wouldnt Dare" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFndyaG1rNzdOM2hHeldfYmZNUTYxc2cAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="You Wouldnt Dare" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/you_wouldnt_dare/set?.embedder=983502&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=11556426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is something im seriously &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; too. Why do have to wear dresses to prom? Who made that rule? Hehe. If i dont feel like dressing up, i'd&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ditch&lt;/span&gt; the whole "searching for the perfect dress" crap and put on a pair of PVC leggings + sequined top + sneakers. Well, why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-3394500639273244830?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/3394500639273244830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=3394500639273244830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3394500639273244830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3394500639273244830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-dance-until-our-heels-break.html' title='We&apos;ll Dance Until Our Heels Break'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-5364946550080625868</id><published>2009-11-09T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:48:03.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Sized and Plastic Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Svg0BE8XyFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/y14gsysG6wg/s1600-h/Runway.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Svg0BE8XyFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/y14gsysG6wg/s400/Runway.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402124946142382162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to lie, when i was young, i used to look at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;clothes&lt;/span&gt; Barbie dolls were wearing and hope by some &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt; that my fairy godmother would make them life sized for me to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; came, that fairy godmother of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another thing, Im 16 now, and sometimes i still wish some (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not all&lt;/span&gt;) of the clothes were life sized, heck the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; limited edition&lt;/span&gt; barbies are gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;old school&lt;/span&gt; barbies, I love their&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; vintage&lt;/span&gt; style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; shoes&lt;/span&gt; are exquisite, why cant barbie wear a size 7 haaaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for you fairy godmother -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-5364946550080625868?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/5364946550080625868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=5364946550080625868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/5364946550080625868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/5364946550080625868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-sized-and-plastic-made.html' title='Life Sized and Plastic Made'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/Svg0BE8XyFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/y14gsysG6wg/s72-c/Runway.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6745919726058654242</id><published>2009-11-09T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:22:12.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, What Do You Want Me To Say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvgxXeSX5II/AAAAAAAAAZg/LDM52BiGZhY/s1600-h/man-utd-vs-chelsea1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvgxXeSX5II/AAAAAAAAAZg/LDM52BiGZhY/s400/man-utd-vs-chelsea1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402122032367789186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, hm, HMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;For starters where do i &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaaah, i dont feel like slandering &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i dont really do that&lt;br /&gt;The only club i love to slander is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Liverpoo&lt;/span&gt;l, bcs i loathe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Rafa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Benitez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoots, yes, im an United fan, and yes i think they &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;deserved&lt;/span&gt; to win, and no, im not talking bcs im&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; biased&lt;/span&gt;, they played very strong, could've scored more than 2 maybe, if you watched you could see it too, true, Chelsea were strong, but they had more weak spots &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, luck chose Chelsea over &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's done is done then, nothing i can do about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT honestly, i think if all them Chelsea footballers were to lose their jobs, they should go for acting. Esp &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Didier Drogba&lt;/span&gt;, bravo for the whole, pain faced, leg shaking, screaming as though you were &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; thing&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I never knew you were such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;wussie&lt;/span&gt; from watching you play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve some sort of award for that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-6745919726058654242?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6745919726058654242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6745919726058654242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6745919726058654242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6745919726058654242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-what-do-you-want-me-to-say.html' title='Well, What Do You Want Me To Say?'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvgxXeSX5II/AAAAAAAAAZg/LDM52BiGZhY/s72-c/man-utd-vs-chelsea1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-7319529628286196953</id><published>2009-11-07T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:27:21.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going On For A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvUs_OaIRFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wG985GtG2-8/s1600-h/acne+boots.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvUs_OaIRFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wG985GtG2-8/s400/acne+boots.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401272792811848786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart looking at these &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Acne Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know for months i've seen a lot of these on&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; fashion&lt;/span&gt; blogs and all i want to do is just pair them up with a pair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;denim&lt;/span&gt; shorts, an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;oversized&lt;/span&gt; tee, and a black strong-shouldered &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;blazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe they are too much to ask for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering they cost &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;440&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;euros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;THESE I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt; THESE I WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO THEM HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how simple yet bold they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so seksssssiiiiiiii, hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how they make an outfit look so much more sleek and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;hardcore&lt;/span&gt;, and edgier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the contrasting &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lov* OK i better stop now bfr i start crying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-7319529628286196953?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/7319529628286196953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=7319529628286196953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7319529628286196953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/7319529628286196953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-on-for-while.html' title='Going On For A While'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvUs_OaIRFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wG985GtG2-8/s72-c/acne+boots.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-1568521455385314182</id><published>2009-11-06T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:51:07.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XOXO, You Know You Love Me, Well, Sorta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvOdAV8NqGI/AAAAAAAAAZA/E4u_ZH8Yyms/s1600-h/tumblr_kso2ljGoaD1qa5f6co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvOdAV8NqGI/AAAAAAAAAZA/E4u_ZH8Yyms/s400/tumblr_kso2ljGoaD1qa5f6co1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400833007362615394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT &lt;/span&gt;JUST ME?&lt;br /&gt;Or is GG's storyline getting more &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;dull&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the season ends on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;sucky &lt;/span&gt;note, i am going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;quit&lt;/span&gt; Gossip Girl, hohohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'd love it better if Chuck and Blair were hating and loving and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; killing&lt;/span&gt; one other again, like in Season 2 -_-&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-1568521455385314182?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/1568521455385314182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=1568521455385314182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1568521455385314182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1568521455385314182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/xoxo-you-know-you-love-me-well-sorta.html' title='XOXO, You Know You Love Me, Well, Sorta?'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvOdAV8NqGI/AAAAAAAAAZA/E4u_ZH8Yyms/s72-c/tumblr_kso2ljGoaD1qa5f6co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2249030611878773917</id><published>2009-11-05T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:46:38.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fart Attacks And All That</title><content type='html'>Everybody, say hello to my brother, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;younger &lt;/span&gt;brother that is&lt;br /&gt;This person right here, is my favourite person to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;bully&lt;/span&gt;, ever ever evvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr, for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;lifeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, he's so much fun to bully, and the best part is he doesnt &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;retaliate &lt;/span&gt;because he has huge control over his &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt;. He's more calm than i will ever be, actually he's more calm than boys my age -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But partly he doesnt &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;retaliate&lt;/span&gt; because he knows that he could kill me if he hit me when he gets mad, and both of us dont want me to die. Hahaha, ok ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus if he does something to get back at me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I WILL, I WILL&lt;/span&gt; hit him back 20 times as hard : ) Hehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're close, really close, but i dont think many people &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that or expect that from us, because at school and whatnot he acts as if i dont &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;exis&lt;/span&gt;t. I dunno la i think if people know im his big sister he will lose his macho points because i am the sister from hell, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is blood is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy thicker than water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2249030611878773917?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2249030611878773917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2249030611878773917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2249030611878773917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2249030611878773917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/fart-attacks-and-all-that.html' title='Fart Attacks And All That'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-3353472584400487869</id><published>2009-11-05T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:54:29.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Swear I Almost Died</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvKLORY_1kI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8sTokHgq55U/s1600-h/Picture+146.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvKLORY_1kI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8sTokHgq55U/s400/Picture+146.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400531980473325122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvKLOD9fXoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/IhjDKwLH_Ro/s1600-h/Picture+137.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvKLOD9fXoI/AAAAAAAAAYg/IhjDKwLH_Ro/s400/Picture+137.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400531976868290178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE YEAR BACK&lt;/span&gt;, 2&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;00&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right, roughly one year back, i was up here, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;half dead&lt;/span&gt;, half numb, half wanting to give up, half freezing from the poisonous cold &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;temperature. &lt;/span&gt;Say hello to one of my proudest accomplishments of all time, Mount Kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;wont&lt;/span&gt; be elaborating on whats' the terrain like up there, how many days it took to scale the mountain, what species of vegetation is there. If you want to know, you can Google it lah, Google has everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are somethings you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How much pain was i in?&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH SO MUCH PAINNNNNNNN, and you cant&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; breathe&lt;/span&gt; properly, bcs there's a low supply of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;oxygen&lt;/span&gt;, and i could'nt walk for days after that, and it was cold so my hands were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;swollen&lt;/span&gt; to double their size i shit you nottttttttttttt. And i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;lethargic&lt;/span&gt; and i got mountain sickness, and all that. Terrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was going &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on in my head &lt;/span&gt;while scaling Mt Kinabalu?&lt;br /&gt;"OKKK, 100 metres more, 100 metres more until the next pit stop," thats what i would say to myself. But it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;was. not.&lt;/span&gt; like. that. Sure, the markings on the trail say "100 METRES TO NEXT &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;PIT STOP&lt;/span&gt;" But they forget to tell you that up this high, everything becomes disorientated. Eventually, 100 metres feels like 1 k&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ilometere&lt;/span&gt; -_------------ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LITERALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who made you me climb this mountain?&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;mother&lt;/span&gt; did, and her bestfriend, i swear i almost &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;killed &lt;/span&gt;both of them 8 kilometres up the mountain. Hoho,  sorry &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;, you would come close to doing it too. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Was everything i went through &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES YES YES &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; YES YES YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because once you're up there, you feel a sense of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;completion&lt;/span&gt;. Its just WOW. I cant really describe it but the pain goes away when you know you're at highest point in Southeast Asia. Its simply breath-taking. You&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; have&lt;/span&gt; to be there to know what im saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Would i do it again?&lt;br /&gt;At this point, im not so sure, a&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; strong&lt;/span&gt; maybe. Possibly, maybe. Aaaaah, we'll see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-3353472584400487869?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/3353472584400487869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=3353472584400487869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3353472584400487869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/3353472584400487869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-swear-i-almost-died.html' title='I Swear I Almost Died'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/SvKLORY_1kI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8sTokHgq55U/s72-c/Picture+146.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6343988567729307511</id><published>2009-10-21T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:45:54.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Times, Good Times</title><content type='html'>I just realised that watching one of my bestfriends' eating &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt; is exactly like watching one of those 'Fear Factor' episodes, the part where they have to eat live insects/pig shit/cow &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-6343988567729307511?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6343988567729307511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6343988567729307511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6343988567729307511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6343988567729307511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/10/golden-times-good-times.html' title='Golden Times, Good Times'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6422993156913611653</id><published>2009-10-21T15:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:45:22.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Wonder If  You've Ever Glanced Back</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, it seems at one&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; point&lt;/span&gt;, you will have a friend that will turn her back on you for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;one sole&lt;/span&gt; reason, and that reason is to be with her &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW that sucks, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;bigtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if their boyfriend is a full blown &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt;, and no matter what you say, or how you say it, that friend of yours just wont &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;, as if she's hypnotised by the guy. And all your efforts just go to waste, and you've tried over and over again like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;million&lt;/span&gt; times to reach out but she just refuses to give a damn. All that matters to her is her boyfriend, and you're just one &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;insignificant&lt;/span&gt; speck of crap to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been there, done that, and personally =&lt;br /&gt;I think a friend like that is so not worth ittttttt&lt;br /&gt;I think a friend like that will just &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;burn&lt;/span&gt; you out, and is just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, dont get me wrong, im not a hater on love and all that. I think its &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; for anybody just to ignore their friends for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;one guy&lt;/span&gt;. ITS JUST &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; BOY FOR GOD's SAKE. Especially when you're in your &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;teenage&lt;/span&gt; years, what you so sure you gonna get married aaa??&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;!! Hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;wondered&lt;/span&gt; what is going on in the minds of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;these type&lt;/span&gt; of girls, i want to call them stupid, but i've seen some of them who are &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;nowhere&lt;/span&gt; near stupid, and yet they just throw away their frnds like that. Like whadde&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helllll&lt;/span&gt;llllll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get ittt -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on lah, ever since we were little we've seem them &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; cartoons telling us "Dont let a boy come between your friendship" If cartoon &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;characters &lt;/span&gt;know that, why cant these girls know that too? Hhuahuhauhuahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess cartoon characters are just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;smarter&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Yes that must be it -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; world we live in ay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-6422993156913611653?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6422993156913611653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6422993156913611653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6422993156913611653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6422993156913611653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-wonder-if-youve-ever.html' title='Sometimes I Wonder If  You&apos;ve Ever Glanced Back'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-6884415433572988522</id><published>2009-10-18T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:44:23.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramming At The Last Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/StsXSGQahYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZYgZG2Ce76Q/s1600-h/babiess.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/StsXSGQahYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZYgZG2Ce76Q/s400/babiess.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393930578390844802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/StsXFd3JEJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/x8aJIKbWVmk/s1600-h/gold+chains.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/StsXFd3JEJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/x8aJIKbWVmk/s400/gold+chains.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393930361388994706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/StsXFwh74WI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hHqO43S9MEw/s1600-h/lost.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/StsXFwh74WI/AAAAAAAAAX4/hHqO43S9MEw/s400/lost.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393930366400323938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dragged my father to this bazaar at Bangsar on saturday, it was a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;rushed&lt;/span&gt; trip, spent merely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;30 minutes &lt;/span&gt;there since we had a lot of stuff to do, i wasnt really looking at the clothes, more like searching for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt;, came back very satisfied : K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Those shoes make me so happy, hihi, eventhough i bought them a size&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; small&lt;/span&gt;, they're as comfy as ever and they're easy to walk in, hah, currently wishing i had shoes with more&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; colour&lt;/span&gt;, my shoe collection is very &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;monotonous&lt;/span&gt;, its all brown and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;, black and brown -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As you can see, i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;possesed&lt;/span&gt; by gold studs after seeing the bag in my last post, see the bracelet and the bag above? Eventhough i believe &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;studs&lt;/span&gt; are going &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of trend right now, i just could'nt help myself, oh well, impulse, what to do, what to do, i need more self control. Not to mention im a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;full blown&lt;/span&gt; sucker when it comes with bags with gold &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;chains&lt;/span&gt; as its handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When i was 12, my mother handed me my very first &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt; book, The DaVinci Code. I love the twist and turns of his plots, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;theories&lt;/span&gt; in his stories are just so fucking fascinating, and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;science content&lt;/span&gt; always blows my mind to bits and pieces. I just started The Lost Symbol, and again, like all his other books, its &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-6884415433572988522?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/6884415433572988522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=6884415433572988522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6884415433572988522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/6884415433572988522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/10/cramming-at-last-minute.html' title='Cramming At The Last Minute'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/StsXSGQahYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZYgZG2Ce76Q/s72-c/babiess.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-2804971432007365687</id><published>2009-10-15T17:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:16:25.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing In a Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/StbnYuh2GgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pCkIGpe2hLo/s1600-h/Boxyy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/StbnYuh2GgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pCkIGpe2hLo/s400/Boxyy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392752015815612930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just browsing through some random blogshops, and i came across&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/averabella.blogspot.com"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blogshop from Singapore, this bag is so fucking &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; its just, eeeh, aa, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, ghchendwhhhh eeeeeweweweweeeeeeeeewweee, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;gold studs&lt;/span&gt; are fantastic its the truth, aaaaaaaa, lelenejen dbndahahabdbdbdndnh  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; leave me alone in my mental&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; retarded&lt;/span&gt; state now AAAAAAAAAAA woohooejuuuuu : D : D : D : D : D&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;C :&lt;br /&gt;C :&lt;br /&gt;: ]&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;: O&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-2804971432007365687?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/2804971432007365687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=2804971432007365687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2804971432007365687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/2804971432007365687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/10/fishing-in-box.html' title='Fishing In a Box'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyEN2gXPdNU/StbnYuh2GgI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pCkIGpe2hLo/s72-c/Boxyy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970649974156536540.post-1261408604314983005</id><published>2009-10-15T15:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:44:47.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then You Turn Around and See Your Reflection On The Mirror, Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture brings back &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;differen&lt;/span&gt;t back then, hahaha, feels weird how Fatihin is not in this picture, hoho, she wasnt super close to us back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny, bcs i thought i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; knew myself&lt;/span&gt; so well, i often thought "This Is Me, this is me right here, thats it, no more changes" But then BAM i dont even know myself, i need to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;rediscover&lt;/span&gt; myself some more, life's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;, true that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;, while i was waiting for a couple of friends in front of their&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; class&lt;/span&gt;, then suddenly, this girl (no, i wont tell who) came to me and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;GIRL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ayiesha, awak tengah tunggu ***************** eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Aaaaa ye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Awak tau tak sape ckgu dalam kelas tu? Cikgu PJ 'kerek' ( for those of you who dont know kerek sort of means bodoh/gila) tu, tau tak, yang tu, yang soh org baca doa semua tu. Awak tau en cikgu mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh, eh, tau (Thats a teacher im quite fond of by the way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hish, macamni berzaman la kelas diorang nak habis, dah la soh org salam dia semua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*Smiles, and keeps quiet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT GET IT, so what man if she asks you to show her some respect bfr &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;exiting&lt;/span&gt; her class? It doesnt make you a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt; person doesnt it? Heck it makes you a better &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;. And the way that girl looked at me when she was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;elaborating&lt;/span&gt; on how much she doesnt like the teacher, it was like she was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;expecting&lt;/span&gt; me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;slander&lt;/span&gt; the teacher with her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KEPALA KAU&lt;/span&gt; laaaa if you expected me to slander her too, i &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; that teacher thank chu veri mush -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;sickeningly&lt;/span&gt; childish, damn you girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, i get it, you dont like the teacher, i dont like a few of them teachers too, but you dont have to slander them. They're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;, not prostitutes, they're the ones who work their asses off showering us with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; knowledge&lt;/span&gt;. The very least you could do, is show some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; respect, despite not liking the teacher. In other words, use your brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think you're bigger than the teacher anyway? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later suckersssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970649974156536540-1261408604314983005?l=ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/feeds/1261408604314983005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3970649974156536540&amp;postID=1261408604314983005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1261408604314983005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970649974156536540/posts/default/1261408604314983005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayieshaoutrspc.blogspot.com/2009/10/thne-you-turn-around-and-see-your.html' title='Then You Turn Around and See Your Reflection On The Mirror, Disaster'/><author><name>Ayaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08824266504295638712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
