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  <title>that's SO hot.</title>
  <subtitle>aziati speaks. sssshhh.</subtitle>
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    <name>Aziati angelX WH</name>
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  <updated>2009-02-25T15:05:24Z</updated>
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    <title>THIS IS GOODBYE</title>
    <published>2009-01-30T19:02:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-25T15:05:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dear Insert-Your-Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site is OFFICIALLY CLOSED =)&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A NEW URL DY. &lt;br /&gt;YEAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aziati:31625</id>
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    <title>Malam Ini, Maafkanlah.</title>
    <published>2009-01-28T18:24:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-29T12:04:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Kadang-kadang, hidup ni, jadi leka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Memang leka.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita go thru one day at a time, &lt;br /&gt;sungguh BUSY, sungguh.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makin hari makin sibok. &lt;br /&gt;Makin hari makin jauh. &lt;br /&gt;and kita jadi leka. &lt;br /&gt;Leka dengan kehidupan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leka dengan duniawi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lupa tanggungjawab sebenar. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang kita leka sangat, &lt;br /&gt;tapi Allah tetap sayang kita, kasi kita kesedaran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ya Allah, terima kasih malam nie. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkenang dekat Arwah Sara, &lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much. &lt;br /&gt;Terkenang masa hari raya main mercun sama-sama. &lt;br /&gt;Beli baju tidur design sama. &lt;br /&gt;Kita suka main masak masak, kan? &lt;br /&gt;Pergi cuti sana sini. &lt;br /&gt;Beli barang semua sama aja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, &lt;br /&gt;I didn't take the chance to really spend that much time with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you're gone, &lt;br /&gt;Memang susah, susah sangat nak terima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ya Allah.. &lt;br /&gt;Ampunlah.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam ni saya menangis lagi teringat Sara. &lt;br /&gt;Dia baik, dia kecil lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tak, jangan salah faham, saya tak pertikaikan pemergian dia, &lt;br /&gt;Saya redha. &lt;br /&gt;Saya terima. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, &lt;br /&gt;Malam ni, saya terkenang &amp;amp; air mata terus berlinang. &lt;br /&gt;Ada orang cakap, &amp;quot;Jangan nangis, itu takdir.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;Ada orang cakap, &amp;quot;Not all are beautiful as it might seem.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;Yer, saya tahu semua tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya terima takdir, saya memang terima. &lt;br /&gt;Tapi, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Air mata tetap nak jatuh.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saya rindu. &lt;br /&gt;Maafkanlah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew Italy was our last trip together, &lt;br /&gt;I would have spend all the time I had with you. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I never took the time. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara, forgive me for crying tonight. &lt;br /&gt;I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya Allah kita bertemu lagi.&lt;photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div href="http://pics.livejournal.com/aziati/pic/0000ekc9/"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="180" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/aziati/pic/0000ekc9/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>The OC Beach</title>
    <published>2008-10-06T14:37:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-10T08:10:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;I woke up quite early today, despite what happened last night. He..he he.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was sunny so we decided to go to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img184.imageshack.us/img184/3568/dscn3205ow5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been The OC fan. I think it's one of the coolest TV Shows, ever. &lt;br /&gt;I especially dig Marissa Cooper's style. &lt;br /&gt;And I totally disagree when The OC axed her from the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is The OC! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason I am talking about The OC is that, because the beach that I went to was The OC Beach. Yes, the exact beach where they used to have their late night parties, where Seth, Summer, Ryan &amp;amp; Marissa dated, where Marissa overdosed herself, and, everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day by getting Azri to pose me a shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Hello to California! &lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/9572/dscn3155bl7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, there was nothing spectacular about the beach. &lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that it was featured in the OC, it was somewhat, ordinary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still can't deny that all beaches are in fact, a lovely place to be. &lt;br /&gt;It somehow makes me feel all giddy and happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to mess around with Azri &amp;amp; Azam :D 

&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/3553/dscn3212wa1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img206.imageshack.us/img206/2019/dscn3225nk5.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was windy&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; sunny. I wished it stayed that way every day!&lt;br /&gt;Not chilly, and dry, and rainy.. Gosh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img379.imageshack.us/img379/2249/40398454zm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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The weather was amazing that day, and how I wish you were there too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fossil Dig Site</title>
    <published>2008-09-27T19:09:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-09T12:43:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was out at the Fossil Dig&amp;nbsp;Site today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt really expect to find anything, but heck, &lt;br /&gt;it is, afterall, THE FOSSIL Dig Site ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was minding my own business, thinking about the Java Chips Frapucinno that I was going to have for lunch, when I found the fossil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinated I was, by the finding, but,&amp;nbsp;this, got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img376.imageshack.us/img376/7610/dscn3349jl3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You know, you can bury anything you want. You can hide anything. Pretend, or ignore.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, the&amp;nbsp;truth will STILL be there, eventho&amp;nbsp;just as fossils,&amp;nbsp;and not as clear&amp;nbsp;as it&amp;nbsp;used to be..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But, it will still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past&amp;nbsp;haunts you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That instant, I&amp;nbsp;decided, I will NOT let the&amp;nbsp;past haunt me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;I shall clean&amp;nbsp;my dirty laundry. &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, I was out with 2 of my very best friends. &lt;br /&gt;All three of us, agreed, it was time - to clean&amp;nbsp;our dirty laundry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean EVERYTHING, every last piece of clothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Stop piling the laundry, it's time to send them away.&lt;br /&gt;No looking back to remorse on things that's already tampered with, &lt;strong&gt;worn and&amp;nbsp;old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worn &amp;amp; Old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dirty Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start fresh, &lt;u&gt;you have to be fresh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Clean&amp;nbsp;your dirty laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then only can you focus on a new day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Hey, Hooters!</title>
    <published>2008-09-06T17:45:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-10T09:57:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was watching &amp;quot;Girls Next Door&amp;quot; earlier on,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Playboy mansion was looking for a new Playmate to become November covergirl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's interesting to see on the NUMBER of girls that went for the casting, and gosh, &lt;br /&gt;I tell you, some of them, &lt;br /&gt;I was like &amp;quot;are you out of your mind? Playmate? Like,&lt;em&gt; really&lt;/em&gt;?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, some of them were old enough to actually become a Grandma, &lt;br /&gt;and some actually looked like a cow, not that I'm judging, but &lt;em&gt;really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it actually took quite a courage to be featured in TV, wearing nothing, &lt;br /&gt;with that sort of presentation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was something like, erm, American Idol, &lt;br /&gt;like when that I forgot his name, that chinese guy,&amp;nbsp; who sang Ricky Martin song? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;That guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those girls, were out there, confidently saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot; I AM THE NEXT PLAYMATE.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;The famous 3 Bunnies of Hugh Hefner went to Hooters in that episode. &lt;br /&gt;Holly, Hugh Hefner's favorite out of the 3 BUNNIES, ordered &amp;quot;Fried Pickles&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this, and weird enough, &lt;br /&gt;I was more fascinated to the Fried Pickles, rather than those playmates. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I just felt that I really HAVE to TRY that Fried Pickles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I went to Hooters. &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/3928/89312461wr4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/6021/47089792cu0.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Azam got a little too excited. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/6103/92489668be3.jpg" /&gt; Yes, this is the closest you can get to a Playmate when you're out with me. &lt;br /&gt;I shall not be involved!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;The little monster is happy. He gets to color! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/9501/28315462nw7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azri with Samanta, one of the Hooter girls. I loike ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/2315/18082807nb4.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I ordered the Fried Pickled. &lt;br /&gt;Not surprised, it looked way delicious when Holly was eating it. &lt;br /&gt;Truth is, it was NOT that yummy, afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried the burger &amp;amp; the salad. &lt;br /&gt;It was typical. &lt;br /&gt;I guess the highlight was only the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why I always fall for these media tricks. &lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aziati:28234</id>
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    <title>Hollywood Walk of Fame</title>
    <published>2008-09-06T07:20:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-25T05:48:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's almost Christmas and boy, was I in a &lt;strong&gt;holiday mood&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow EVERYTHING wud be closed and today it'd be dark by 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, why not we do some last minute shopping,&lt;br /&gt;get ourselves caught up with and like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Trying to purchase the last piece of &lt;em&gt;smoked salmon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theeee....&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, where else do we go, if not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Hollywood Boulevard itself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky it's just few mins from home, and I got parking right smack in front of Hooters itself.&lt;br /&gt;And lucky me, again, it's a 2USD for Four hour parking, instead of the sad sad 15 mins parking spot only that's oh-so-annoying-but-is-everywhere in Holly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;Say &amp;quot;Hellooo Hollywood&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/7927/n76764865217906273521ds4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Hey! Hugh Hefner! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/6268/n76764865217906251228ey0.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is definately my favorite star engraved&amp;nbsp;on Hollywood Boulevard. &lt;br /&gt;Who would have ever thought, to build a house, filled with pretty hot girls, &lt;br /&gt;and all you do is flaunt yourself, party and party, until you get freaking old, &lt;br /&gt;and make a fortune while doing it? &lt;br /&gt;Kudos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Hey, Elmo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/3373/n76764865217905235209hu7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Even the Elmo did his last minute shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Like, really,&amp;nbsp;he was out there, walking with me, and I was like&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;So what's the plan?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;And he said, &amp;quot;Oh&amp;nbsp;yah, Hot Choco&amp;nbsp;and some groceries, you kno, Xmas style&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Then later that day I saw him again, this time holding and kissing small kids while their moms and pops took their pictures, and him, Elmo getting some money in return for the photoshoot...&lt;br /&gt;He came to me and said, &amp;quot;Whadya&amp;nbsp;kno..&amp;nbsp;my grocery money..&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa... So next time I come here, I prolly dress as Hello Kitty or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;Anyho,&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, it rained. &lt;br /&gt;I really didn't want to waste 10 dollars to buy some umbrella that I'd just disregard once I get back home, so I made&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Baby A,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;his very own protection kit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Introducing, &amp;quot;Baby Umbrella Hat!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/2413/n76764865217906562394pp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out of rubbish plastic. &lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;You see, &lt;strong&gt;it's VERY practical&lt;/strong&gt;, as even Baby A's ears are covered. &lt;br /&gt;And he is protected from the rain! &lt;br /&gt;Hurray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time for us to go back home... &lt;br /&gt;As you can see.. he is crying .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.. Look at that cute face :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img255.imageshack.us/img255/9071/n76764865217906573592rb7.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Silly</title>
    <published>2008-08-17T13:54:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-10T06:57:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;Look at that silly grin on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Oooohh silly, silly, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo...&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh, silly, silly you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all your fault, now :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/3293/d60006vq6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Cooking Day</title>
    <published>2008-08-14T19:01:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-10T08:21:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It was a really, really, lazy day.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a decent meal for days.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the people here like to eat fast food all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They promote healthy lifestyle, but all that's available here are &lt;strong&gt;hamburgers&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, we decided to cook some &amp;quot;decent&amp;quot; meal.&lt;br /&gt;Ahemmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in my pyjamas..&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. I have&lt;strong&gt; NOT &lt;/strong&gt;showered. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img369.imageshack.us/img369/354/d60129pw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing... the Salmon, before it was put in the oven.. &lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT sure if you can actually see it, tho. &lt;br /&gt;It is, somewhere, down there. &lt;br /&gt;Theee... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/1584/d601248hi1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;Cooked! &amp;amp; Ready to eat! This is, breakfast, by the way. &lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/9752/d601252ls7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. While I was cooking inside the kitchen, this was what the little monster was doing outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taking his OWN photo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/3544/d60105kk6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making funny faces...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/3728/d60106ig7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I announced it's MAKAN time.. Look at his expression... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/8467/d60111nb8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time to eat! Mmmmmm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/8407/d60131ss6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Play Snow</title>
    <published>2008-08-09T19:09:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-26T05:15:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;It's Christmas &amp;amp; Ho Ho Ho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out for lunch, &lt;br /&gt;and hey, &lt;br /&gt;snow was all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, you will realize, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that Snow-Blowing exists!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowww bloowwww.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/4098/d60163am3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/7526/d60161ck8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow makes us go all giddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(eventho it's fake. lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/1557/d60198sc8.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/4724/d60170gd0.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sad sod dropped his RM10 Willy Wonkas candies. &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he actually picked those up again. &lt;br /&gt;Just because, it was RM10.&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/5664/d60233rn4.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;Time for lunch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/8113/d60242nf3.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aziati:26006</id>
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    <title>Hey,Great Wall of China!</title>
    <published>2008-08-01T14:09:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-12T10:17:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Yet another LAZY day hanging out in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/7519/chillingzh8.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bored, I was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp; I dragged Tom &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Bob to the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;People say if you make a wish here it'd come true.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to see the results. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img161.imageshack.us/img161/2953/dscn7220bn3.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was challenged to climb up Great Wall of China.&lt;br /&gt;They say I don't have the strength for it.&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm a grrrrrrrrl.&lt;br /&gt;So jahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, say Hello to Great Wall of China.&lt;br /&gt;Where thousands and thousands of people died while building this to protect them from the enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's interesting, when you are tortured to work to death to build a wall that was supposedly save you from dying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/5080/dscn7213wa0.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/1489/dscn7362fy0.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/1420/dscn7375sa8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did want to climb to the top. As I was happily drinking (as&amp;nbsp;you can see), and torturing my legs in climbing each narrow and unstable steps of this wall,&amp;nbsp;something caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;There&amp;nbsp;was this stall&amp;nbsp;selling &amp;quot;Certificate of Completion&amp;quot;, it's like those you get once you reach the top of&amp;nbsp;the Wall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah,&amp;nbsp;they were seling it in the middle of it, in front of where&amp;nbsp;I was standing,&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;I had them engrave my name&amp;nbsp;on it.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I&amp;nbsp;continued my journey, but not to finish&amp;nbsp;it to&amp;nbsp;the top,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;but actually head&amp;nbsp;back down&amp;nbsp;to the start.&lt;br /&gt;1)&amp;nbsp;It was easier&amp;nbsp;to climb down&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;2)&amp;nbsp;I was&amp;nbsp;tired&lt;br /&gt;3) I already have the Cert Of Completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa! So yeah, I&amp;nbsp;lost the bet, I didn't climb to the top,&lt;br /&gt;but heyyyy&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;cert says otherwise!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;Aziati has&amp;nbsp;climbed to the highest&amp;nbsp;point of this Great Wall of China!!!&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img110.imageshack.us/img110/1215/dscn7293gi6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Mahjong taime!&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Invaded</title>
    <published>2008-03-18T03:04:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-05T04:35:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Often enough,&lt;br /&gt;what you see isn't always what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words, are just, words.&lt;br /&gt;It can be &lt;strong&gt;empty words&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;It can &lt;strong&gt;bring meanings&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless,&lt;br /&gt;Words&amp;nbsp;can be interpreted in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it amazes me how &lt;strong&gt;the same words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can bring very,&lt;em&gt; very&lt;/em&gt; different understanding to different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't control perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Different background leads to different mindset :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no &lt;strong&gt;one right answer&lt;/strong&gt; for all.&lt;br /&gt;There's no &lt;strong&gt;perfect political answers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#339966" size="4"&gt;"You be the Judge."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Churrosssss!</title>
    <published>2008-03-09T02:37:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-11T05:54:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I might not be able to fit my pants one of these days. &lt;br /&gt;Like today, I opted for the dress with the tights instead,&lt;br /&gt;because those jeans are getting pretty, unsightly for, if not me, others to see. &lt;br /&gt;*grins* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, who is complaining, as today I was out for Churros. &lt;br /&gt;You might say, &lt;strong&gt;No wonder those jeans are getting smaller each day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I, somewhat, blame the 30 minutes &amp;quot;Extra Dry&amp;quot; dryers. &lt;br /&gt;It's not Churros fault, as it is, &lt;br /&gt;SO HOT and SWEET and SINFUL &lt;br /&gt;when it's so COLD and DRY out here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Don't blame the Churros, it's so Yummmy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img58.imageshack.us/img58/1686/n76764865218139871918ol7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Hahahahaha... Those other 2 Churros was for someone else!! Not all mine!!!&amp;nbsp;Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img58.imageshack.us/img58/8633/n76764865218139861544or5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get something to drink. Look at the little monster wearing them sunglasses. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/2201/n76764865218138735883zq4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/8505/n76764865218139829952xf6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Churros was fun.&lt;br /&gt;But if you have them each day,&lt;br /&gt;You'd prolly have to stop blaming the dryer when those clothes start to shrink :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>You're NEXT</title>
    <published>2008-02-24T10:27:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-10T09:10:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Whenever I go to weddings,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I often ask &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;How do you know?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;How do you know if she/he's the one for you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know you're ready?&lt;br /&gt;What are the symptons?&lt;br /&gt;What qualities should you look for?&lt;br /&gt;When is the right time?&lt;br /&gt;How do you know the feeling's real?&lt;br /&gt;How long will the feeling last?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be happy?&lt;br /&gt;How certain you're not going to make a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How do you know if she/he's the right one, the right time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many questions, and,&amp;nbsp;too often,&lt;br /&gt;I was offered answers by the bride or the groom.&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;strong&gt;my brain just can't connect the pieces&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was unable to accept &amp;amp; understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can provide many &lt;u&gt;answers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors can write many &lt;u&gt;books&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents can give you many &lt;u&gt;advices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Friends can share with you many &lt;u&gt;expriences&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is,&lt;br /&gt;None of this would make sense to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody can actual come up with a manual on knowing when you found the right one, the right time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU JUST KNOW.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just know :)&lt;br /&gt;No manual,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;No answers,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;No books,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;No advices,&lt;br /&gt;No expriences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You just know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not something you can teach&lt;br /&gt;It's not something you can learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You just, know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#339966" size="4"&gt;&amp;quot;You don't need facts &amp;amp; figures to understand&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Baby A &amp; Santa</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T18:02:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-17T12:32:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Yet another sunny day, it was, today. &lt;br /&gt;I was out with family &amp;amp; of course,&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Baby A.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Papa-&lt;em&gt;The-Man&lt;/em&gt; got him the cutest Black Leather Jacket that kinda matches mine, and I thought he looked awfully cute wearing those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwhhh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hugs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/421/dsc00019ue6.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to meet Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Well, so-Called-Santa, whom I felt was a little too thin to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;It'd prolly be a good business if we setup a company to actually screen/filter all these Santa mascots so that they ACTUALLY look like Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a longgg walk to meet Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/2278/dsc00028av4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our matching jacket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img127.imageshack.us/img127/3301/dsc00021az6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Baby A didn't wanna go near the Santa, he is quite a penakut, I tell you :D&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Santa, I can't help to wonder who is the person underneath the beard,&lt;br /&gt;as it is, Christmas Day, and most Americans are at home celebrating. &lt;br /&gt;Santa would prolly be&amp;nbsp;some foreign Bangladeshi worker, you'd never know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/8421/dsc00033xh0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak peak of Grinch's place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/9158/dsc00090xn3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so Baby A wasn't that excited to meet Santa.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not his style, you know..?&lt;br /&gt;He's more towards, mmm, Ben 10, or Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;Little monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Snow in the Desert</title>
    <published>2008-02-20T15:43:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-13T17:25:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;I was sleeping when Miss K-J woke me up and said, &amp;quot;Hey, it's snowing!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was like, what on earth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We are at Nevada Desert and, you say it's snowing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing enough, indeed, it was SNOWING in the DESERT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How ironic is that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img514.imageshack.us/img514/4596/dsc00092ys8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/2945/dsc00098xg1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the Snow. &lt;br /&gt;No typical Snow man photos, tho. &lt;br /&gt;We were freezing. &lt;br /&gt;And my legs got stucked in the snow &lt;br /&gt;Sheeeesh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/1535/dsc00096yi1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img370.imageshack.us/img370/7492/dsc00105sa0.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's about to throw them snow at me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/8420/dsc00111ym0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the snow.&lt;br /&gt;So putih. :D&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Law of Attraction</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T11:20:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-29T17:49:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Helo.&lt;br /&gt;Pernah baca buku &amp;quot;The Secret&amp;quot;? &lt;br /&gt;If you have, then you'll be familiar with &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;Law of Attraction&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Yer, saya memang tak baca pun buku tu,&lt;br /&gt;tapi haritu pergi&amp;nbsp;seminar; diorang tunjuk &lt;strong&gt;DVD&amp;nbsp;The Secret&lt;/strong&gt; 1 jam&amp;nbsp;(based on the book), &lt;br /&gt;so tak payah baca buku, tengok jer DVD tu.&lt;br /&gt;(btw:- Haritu pergi Penang kan, pastu ada kedai dvd tepi jalan tepi hotel jual DVD&amp;nbsp;The Secret tu RM4 jer, &lt;br /&gt;tapi tak beli la pasal dah tengok kan masa dkt seminar tu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the Law of Attraction.&lt;br /&gt;I somewhat agree with this Law. &lt;br /&gt;If you think positive things, positive outcome will follow. &lt;br /&gt;Vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Read the book, or watch the DVD lah, I'm lazy to explain what the law is all about.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's all in the mind really. &lt;br /&gt;Saya percaya, kebanyakan benda berlaku bukanlah sekadar nasib.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some people might be lucky than others, &lt;br /&gt;but semua tu kita boleh control, Insya Allah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berusahalah. &lt;br /&gt;You gotta work HARD&amp;nbsp;for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You gotta WANT it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of Attraction simply means, &lt;br /&gt;if you think you can make it, &lt;br /&gt;Your mind will be up for it &lt;br /&gt;And unconciously you will work hard to be able to make it &lt;br /&gt;and thus, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Faham ke tak ni? Ha.. kalau tak faham, pergi Penang, cari kedai DVD&amp;nbsp;pastu tengok lah the Secret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I go any further, &lt;br /&gt;why I am thinking about Law of Attraction today,&amp;nbsp;is &lt;strong&gt;coz I was bored, at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I get bored easily and I think it's starting to annoy people. &lt;br /&gt;(I beg to differ&lt;u&gt;, I think I annoyed few people already&lt;/u&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when saya bosan, saya jadi boring &lt;br /&gt;lepas tu mulalah mengeluh &lt;br /&gt;pastu suasana&amp;nbsp;kat rumah mulalah&amp;nbsp;jadi&amp;nbsp;lah suram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attract negative energy and flow back to the world the negativity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES,&lt;u&gt; I get bored easily, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tapi harini saya KATAKAN TIDAK&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;and especially TODAY, &lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;I will not&amp;nbsp;attract the NEGATIVE vibes!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000080"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&amp;amp; that was when I saw Bob &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;his XLR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heyyy.. I thought, &lt;strong&gt;jom lah jadi tak BOSAN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kita buat-buat&amp;nbsp; macam happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photoshoot!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*laughs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam gambar kita berlakon-lakon macam tengah photoshoot apa apa lah, &lt;br /&gt;lepas tu duk gelak gelak sambil ambil gambar, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gelak gelak berlakon&amp;nbsp;je ye, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi dalam berlakon-lakon tu tiba tiba jadi happy jugak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lepas tu suasana dekat rumah terus jadi best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 Attempt:-&lt;/strong&gt; Trying to look nocholant here. Like, &amp;quot;eh, tak sedar pun ada camera?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;Nampak real kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/3940/picture422tc8.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 Attempt:-&lt;/strong&gt; Pretending like I was waiting for someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/6976/picture423ua1.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 Attempt:- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;quot;Senyum budget cute&amp;quot;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;pura-pura senyum macam ada jejaka hensem macam McDreamy kat depan&lt;br /&gt;dalam gambar ni rambut nampak cam terurus kan?&lt;br /&gt;jangan percaya atau terpedaya&lt;br /&gt;camera trick semata-mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/9329/picture430jw4.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Attempt:-&lt;/strong&gt; buat muka &amp;quot;How you doing&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;Yer, memang fake.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/4184/picture431eg0.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually took hundreds of photos, but if I upload all of them, &lt;br /&gt;I think you might wanna puke or laugh your eyes out, &lt;br /&gt;because some of them were really, really, er, UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&amp;nbsp;terima kasih&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my beloved photographer. &lt;br /&gt;Nah ambik bunga curi dari pasu Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/9003/picture456jt6.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" style="width: 268px; height: 165px" src="http://img222.imageshack.us/img222/7452/picture463gn6.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img height="277" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" width="205" border="0" src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/3748/picture617ke2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aziati:19329</id>
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    <title>Marriage</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T05:06:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-11T05:57:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I quote, &amp;quot;DH&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise to stay together for better or for &lt;em&gt;worse&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;For richer or for &lt;em&gt;poorer&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;sickness &lt;/em&gt;and in health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;To honor and to cherish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Forsaking all others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Until &lt;em&gt;death &lt;/em&gt;do us part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the vow is simple.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finding someone worthy of such a promise is the hard part.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img363.imageshack.us/img363/9500/behindespandaeatincelupnw2.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;But if we can, that's when we BEGIN to believe in happily ever after.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:aziati:18018</id>
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    <title>1 Minute, 1 Hour, 1 Day &amp; A Lifetime.</title>
    <published>2008-01-02T18:14:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-05T04:19:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;particular someone&lt;/em&gt; quoted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It takes a minute to have a crush on someone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;an hour to like someone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;a day to love someone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;a lifetime to forget someone"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just have &lt;em&gt;this crush&lt;/em&gt; on ANYONE in &lt;u&gt;a minute&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then you talk, get to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Minutes later&lt;/u&gt;, you might feel that&amp;nbsp; you are &lt;em&gt;starting to like&lt;/em&gt; that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A day&lt;/u&gt; with that person, if it's fate, then &lt;strong&gt;MAYBE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you might think you're in love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I, somehow, am quite cynical of this particular statement.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I quoted &lt;strong&gt;MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't think it takes a day to love someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, is, "a journey."&lt;br /&gt;It's like a construction project&amp;nbsp;that never ends.&lt;br /&gt;A building that is never completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to work to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;Work it until you can't work IT NO more.&lt;br /&gt;If that's so, you can either WALK out of that building &amp;amp; go to the next, or other buildings.&lt;br /&gt;Or build new ones.&lt;br /&gt;You can also just STAY in the building, with no new constructions, no maintance, and just rot together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Until the building crashes on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love doesn't just happen in a day.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You choose someone you want to love,&amp;nbsp;someone you can learn&amp;nbsp;love.&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU MAKE LOVE &lt;u&gt;HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;You cry, you bleed, you fight, you die.&lt;br /&gt;That's love to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure hard work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You can't just wait for it to flow and grow.&lt;br /&gt;It's all bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People might have different views.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think&amp;nbsp;after all the shit you have to go thru,&lt;br /&gt;Once it ends,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The statement above (in pink) remains true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT TAKES A LIFETIME TO FORGET SOMEONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting needs &lt;strong&gt;EXTRA&lt;/strong&gt; work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#339966" size="4"&gt;"Sometimes, there's just too much that time CANNOT erase"&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>The stars up in the sky, tonight</title>
    <published>2007-12-14T19:39:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-05T04:21:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I am, extra, grateful&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been&amp;nbsp;grateful for many things, really,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, I am grateful for one particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To be honest, I've been&amp;nbsp;grateful for that reason each night&lt;/u&gt; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been grateful for&amp;nbsp; countless days.&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;br /&gt;Months.&lt;br /&gt;Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My best friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps me sane when it was way&amp;nbsp;too much to take.&lt;br /&gt;He fought for me when the world was against me.&lt;br /&gt;He held my head up when I felt&amp;nbsp;like falling.&lt;br /&gt;He stood by me when everyone else walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and go in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Things change,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But we remained constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often wonder, Why we are NOT together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I guess only the both of us have the answer to that.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my strength.&lt;br /&gt;He is my voice.&lt;br /&gt;He is my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;He is my companion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me laugh when my eyes hurt from crying.&lt;br /&gt;We can just sit at one place without doing or saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;but yet, I feel great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, what I'm really saying is,&lt;br /&gt;At this particular moment of my life,&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what would have happened to me if I don't have him my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he made way too many sacrifices for me,&lt;br /&gt;Some I don't even deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, like so many nights before and many nights soon to come,&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful, thankful, for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day, both of us will get married,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have our own family and kids,&lt;br /&gt;Occupied with our own life,&lt;br /&gt;and other commitments to fulfill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need him to choose me over his wife,&lt;br /&gt;Because it is not even a competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know,&lt;br /&gt;One thing remains the same,&lt;br /&gt;He, will always be, my best friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And so would I, be his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends are indeed, forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font color="#339966" size="4"&gt;"Lovers and friends"&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>You broke me.</title>
    <published>2007-12-07T18:49:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-26T22:47:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I don't want to be fixed.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll fix myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want you telling me that it is &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;going to be alright.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;already shattered.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I don't understand how&amp;nbsp;you can be so&amp;nbsp;cold.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is, I don't even hate you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I &lt;em&gt;can't &lt;/em&gt;even hate you.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;It's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;When you should just move on with your life,&lt;br /&gt;You turn around..&lt;br /&gt;and find yourself back in square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SQUARE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&amp;nbsp; do I STILL feel sick? &lt;br /&gt;I should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I wish you Karma. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&lt;/strike&gt; Thank you, for not caring enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&lt;/strike&gt; Thank you,&amp;nbsp; for not wanting enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&lt;/strike&gt; Thank you,&amp;nbsp; for taking me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&lt;/strike&gt; Thank you,&amp;nbsp; for all the tears I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&lt;/strike&gt; Thank you,&amp;nbsp; for all&amp;nbsp;my sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&lt;/strike&gt; Thank you, for taking it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&lt;/strike&gt; Thank you,&amp;nbsp; for not making this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&lt;/strike&gt; Thank you,&amp;nbsp; for not trying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&lt;/strike&gt; Thank you,&amp;nbsp; for breaking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&lt;/strike&gt; Thank you,&amp;nbsp; for killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&lt;/strike&gt; Thank you, for being you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most all all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&lt;/strike&gt; Thank you,&amp;nbsp; for tonight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Fuck you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;Thank&amp;nbsp;you,&amp;nbsp;for *&lt;u&gt;censored&lt;/u&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Tonight, you broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, you shattered my dreams.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font color="#339966" size="4"&gt;&amp;quot;How do you fix something that's already shattered?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Dear Chucky</title>
    <published>2007-12-07T18:33:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-26T21:17:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You know when you were just a small kid, &lt;br /&gt;There's this one annoying toy that bugs your sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still remember you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Chucky.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated you when I was small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I still hate you now. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just way too creepy. &lt;br /&gt;Twisted. &lt;br /&gt;And, sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have that evil grin, &lt;br /&gt;And those eyes, they really creep the hell out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to watch that movie of yours, I never know. &lt;br /&gt;And why did I have to watch the sequence after that, I don't know as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know, I had trouble sleeping for many, many years. &lt;br /&gt;I hate you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are just way too twisted. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/4482/img0222cn1.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/9828/img0223yn9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now Chucky, I finally have the courage to take a picture of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eventho it wasn't the real Chucky doll, only some cut up poster of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think&amp;nbsp;I deserved some credit for that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because, you really, really,&amp;nbsp; traumatized me when I was growing up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Dear Chucky,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, go away.&lt;br /&gt;Don't scare little kids and me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't kill people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the manufacturers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please, stop making CHUCKY DOLLS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I still hate Chucky.&lt;/u&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sacrifices</title>
    <published>2007-12-01T18:40:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-27T17:24:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I quote &amp;quot;Grey's Anatomy&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can have anything in life&amp;nbsp;if you are willing sacrifice &lt;u&gt;everything else&lt;/u&gt; for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;What he really meant&amp;nbsp;was, really,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;nothing comes without a price.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So before you go into battle, &lt;strong&gt;you better decide how much you're willing to lose&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Too often, &lt;strong&gt;going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right,&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and letting someone in means abandoning the walls you've spent a lifetime building.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the &lt;strong&gt;toughest sacrifices are the ones we don't see coming&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;when we don't have time to come up with a &lt;em&gt;strategy to pick a side or to measure the potential loss.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that happens,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the battle chooses us and not the other way around&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font color="#339966" size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Are you worth it?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>My Faith &amp; Hope</title>
    <published>2007-11-29T03:45:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-27T17:26:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I quote 'Grey's Anatomy&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;'Never leave that 'til tomorrow,' he said, 'Which you could do today.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;This is the man who discovered electricity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;rsquo;d think more of us would listen to what he had to say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t know why we put things off,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;but if I had to guess,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d say it had a lot to do with fear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of failure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of rejection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes the fear is just of making a decision,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Because....&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;What if you&amp;rsquo;re wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What if you make a mistake you can&amp;rsquo;t undo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is we're afraid of, one thing holds true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That by the time the pain of not doing the thing gets worse than the fear of doing it.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can feel like we're carrying around a giant tumor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought I was speaking metaphorically.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Glimpse of Hope</title>
    <published>2007-11-26T16:59:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-05T04:24:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You know when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;That fantasy of what your life would be --&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;White dress, prince charming who’d carry you away to a castle on a hill?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’d lie in your bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually you grow up and one day you &lt;u&gt;open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most people turn to the things and people they can trust.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, &lt;u&gt;it’s hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;because almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope and faith&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;That one day they would open their eyes and it would all come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I've been walking in circles.&lt;br /&gt;Months ago, I saw a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waterfall of hope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you see a waterfall, walk towards it.&lt;br /&gt;There, you will see a glimpse of hope&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT&amp;nbsp;know how it began,&lt;br /&gt;Regardless,&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;I saw the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My glimpse of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#339966" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Perhaps"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Don't Promise Me The Future</title>
    <published>2007-11-25T07:48:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-27T17:27:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Someone said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;What separate great leaders is the ability to say NO, when it matters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, I am&amp;nbsp;NOT here to become a leader.&lt;br /&gt;We are not going to war, and this is&amp;nbsp;NOT about who is in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T WANT TO BE A LEADER.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to say YES.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to say NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me weak?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Then, good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Because,&amp;nbsp; for once, &lt;strong&gt;I am not in control.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that so difficult for some&amp;nbsp;to understand and accept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't promise me the future, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;I am weak, &lt;em&gt;I am weak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes&lt;br /&gt;I am not here to lead.&lt;br /&gt;I am not here to make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never in my plan for life to go this way.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say YES and make things all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saying&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;YES doesn't change the FACT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that things still remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saying&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NO doesn't change the FACT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I do not want to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want you to PROMISE me the FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;when it is &lt;u&gt;NOW&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;that is&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;hurting me the most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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