<?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-6991180795966021125</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:05:26.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not a dream anymore</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-6456146171524577111</id><published>2010-01-10T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:10:40.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guys, i'm not using this blog anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Relink me http://losethetalkoflove.blogspot.com&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/6991180795966021125-6456146171524577111?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/6456146171524577111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/guys-im-not-using-this-blog-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6456146171524577111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6456146171524577111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/guys-im-not-using-this-blog-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-6515911841278875891</id><published>2010-01-09T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:01:29.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You love me, i love you harder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0lJDxNgw5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/EHJKLciF14E/s1600-h/l_c4be20af7dd5ee7828e11f612b31d282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0lJDxNgw5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/EHJKLciF14E/s400/l_c4be20af7dd5ee7828e11f612b31d282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424947555242918802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this time i feel like crying, you stole my heart. I feel like you're gone, it's like you changed. i don't want nobody else but you. Listen to F advise and i cried. He's the only one can make me happy. It's like i'm losing him already. I don't know what to do now, i'm lost right now. You guys giving some shit advise, sorry yaw. Masa jumpa Asyila, i told her everything what's wrong. She told me i have to be strong etc etc etc. The only person who understand my problem now is Asyila. If you guys don't know what i'm dealing with now than don't ask. I hate it when people disturb my relationship with someone. Don't want to lose your love.There's alot of things in my head, i don't want to lose him. God, why are you doing this. He the only one who really understand me and i don't want to lose him. Last word from me, I love him so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-6515911841278875891?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/6515911841278875891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-love-me-i-love-you-harder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6515911841278875891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6515911841278875891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-love-me-i-love-you-harder.html' title='You love me, i love you harder'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0lJDxNgw5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/EHJKLciF14E/s72-c/l_c4be20af7dd5ee7828e11f612b31d282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-1968468305161794195</id><published>2010-01-09T06:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T07:05:23.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a rock band</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0iTrnn1geI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rlZVdBfCwCA/s1600-h/l_a1c492436af249af89c494046f49f0c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0iTrnn1geI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rlZVdBfCwCA/s400/l_a1c492436af249af89c494046f49f0c8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424748128747487714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all started this morning, I was sleeping around 7 o'clock then Izlyn call me. I continue to sleep then Sam call me, i continue to sleep AGAIN. Last but not least Ain call me,  Damn. I wanted to sleep but you guys keep calling me. Terpaksa lah bangun, nanti kena marah dengan dorang. Mata bengak gila, pasal korang lah. Came back and straight away call Asyila, I miss her babe. Bad things is i was suppose to go sunway with her but she can't go. So we went to someones kenduri dekat padang. Harvey was there, god i miss him. Dia sombong ouh sekarang, he still doesn't change a bit. Perangai macam form 1 but dia form 3. Btw i miss him as a friend, jangan salah faham tau Adani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and asyila was sitting then suddenly there was 2 guys sitting beside us and ask for our number. I straight away stand up and leave asyila there alone, sorry babe. Dia cari aku macam orang gila ouh, at last she found me. " wei lelaki tu mintak number kau, pelik ouh mamat tu, dia ingat kau christian". I laugh like hell. Can i ask you guys a question, do i look like i'm christian? haha hell no. One more thing, doesn't mean my name is Azelea Azreen i'm christian, bodoh lah kau. I'm talking crap right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-1968468305161794195?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/1968468305161794195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-rock-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1968468305161794195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1968468305161794195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-got-rock-band.html' title='I got a rock band'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0iTrnn1geI/AAAAAAAAAVU/rlZVdBfCwCA/s72-c/l_a1c492436af249af89c494046f49f0c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-8375352369135156317</id><published>2010-01-08T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:12:19.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gonna let him go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0dGY-_YYDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jVJxhtKjq2I/s1600-h/tumblr_kvr758FYds1qatyd2o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0dGY-_YYDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jVJxhtKjq2I/s400/tumblr_kvr758FYds1qatyd2o1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424381671230693426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed with someone at form 1, asal kau nak aku break dengan dia? aku sayang dia lah wei. Aku bukan macam kau kan, kau couple dengan orang sebab nak bagi Nazim jealous, baik tak payah lah wei. Senang cerita korang couple jelah. Harvey is my best friend lah, i don't like him. I like him as a friend okay, btw i miss him. He's form 3 but he act like he's form 1. When are you gonna grow up? hope he doesn't read this :P. Asyila, i miss you so much. The good thing is i'm going to see you tomorrow, ouh i can't wait to see your face again :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-8375352369135156317?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/8375352369135156317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-gonna-let-him-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/8375352369135156317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/8375352369135156317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-gonna-let-him-go.html' title='I&apos;m not gonna let him go'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0dGY-_YYDI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jVJxhtKjq2I/s72-c/tumblr_kvr758FYds1qatyd2o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-6728140304762235326</id><published>2010-01-07T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:22:11.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got a boyfriend now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0a-wmVLzxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/B356UJAhZfs/s1600-h/tumblr_kvhy5hNep31qzcso1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0a-wmVLzxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/B356UJAhZfs/s400/tumblr_kvhy5hNep31qzcso1o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424232543346741010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okay lah kat school. Pengerusi for rumah merah is Fyzal, naib pengerusi i have no idea what's he's name is. I wanted to call Sher Rhie name but nanti dia marah. I really miss those days with Sher Rhie and Sangeetha. I know I've changes a lot these past two years but i really miss you guys. I miss hang out with you guys and i'm sorry if Ive changed alot. I know things are different now. Thanks for helping me when i need you guys last time.  Sher Rhie i've been friend with you since we're 6 years old and you're always be my best friend. I cried i post this. Can you guys please stop asking me that i'm with him is it? The answer is yea okay. Gosh you giys are so annoying, lagi lagi form 1. Last word from me I miss you Sher Rhie and Sangeetha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-6728140304762235326?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/6728140304762235326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-look-so-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6728140304762235326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6728140304762235326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-look-so-deep.html' title='She&apos;s got a boyfriend now'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0a-wmVLzxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/B356UJAhZfs/s72-c/tumblr_kvhy5hNep31qzcso1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-7475904418358859240</id><published>2010-01-07T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:57:49.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me plus you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NTH9UwkUKOQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NTH9UwkUKOQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUzHcmftP48&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUzHcmftP48&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/okI2gYC7BdA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/okI2gYC7BdA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, selena is falling for Justin 0.0 He;s mine lah wei :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-7475904418358859240?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/7475904418358859240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-2240773195619241179</id><published>2010-01-06T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T06:40:52.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you to reload it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0ScOKACK-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/XLTQ6RNpAzI/s1600-h/l_e507ce81f5b6e3622975c9fa9540d4f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0ScOKACK-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/XLTQ6RNpAzI/s400/l_e507ce81f5b6e3622975c9fa9540d4f7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423631618277518306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Isn't Martin Johnson hot? hell yeah he is, hehe XD. I didn't sleep last night, i have a stomach ate for 6 hours and that's why i didn't sleep. Today at school is so boring, almost felt a sleep because hearing the boring teacher talking. I miss Asyila, i only can see her on the weekends. Some of form 1 is very annoying, pandang orang macam tak puas hati ouh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the rumah merah training because i want to run and i can't wait for the volley ball training :D. I'm a sport person. Today i finish my homework at school, so that i can relax at home.Now my hair is very different, woke up today and it's really different. I look like 2 years ago but more different. I can't wait to see them this weekends, she's one of my rocking girlfriends.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-2240773195619241179?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/2240773195619241179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-you-to-reload-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2240773195619241179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2240773195619241179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-you-to-reload-it.html' title='I need you to reload it'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0ScOKACK-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/XLTQ6RNpAzI/s72-c/l_e507ce81f5b6e3622975c9fa9540d4f7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-2768444263642872127</id><published>2010-01-05T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T06:10:59.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont put me in your life , im not perfect like u want me to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0NP7yN4R_I/AAAAAAAAASk/bLazywvRW2I/s1600-h/photography_by_oprisco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0NP7yN4R_I/AAAAAAAAASk/bLazywvRW2I/s400/photography_by_oprisco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423266264795072498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of school was okay, i have a lot of homework ouh and guess what? I finish it, i don't know what happen to me. Last year i was so lazy to do my homework, Just now i didn't skip class like i used too. I've changed lah sial, like i said i want to changed, i want to get straight A's this year and i'll try my best. Today me, Aina and the other student in my class to give form 2 their buku minda. Sumpah berat gila, i just pick up 10 books and Aina take 20, it's really heavy ouh. From downstairs to upstairs with the books and it's freaking heavy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't have any mood at school tomorrow, i've become a bit moody at home and i try to do something stupud.I've been locking myself in my room, i won't eat or sleep and i don't know why. i'm not enough for you is it or you have someone that better then me? I'm talking crap right now, there's lot i have to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for you at the stairs and you weren't there. I try to find you but you weren't there or anywhere. All i see is your friend but i didn't see you at all. You told me that you want to walk home with me but you didn't. If you don't want to just say it okay, I don't mind but at least you have told me. At last i walk alone like always. I have no mood to talk to anyone at home.I really love him and i don't want to lose him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-2768444263642872127?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/2768444263642872127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-i-see-is-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2768444263642872127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2768444263642872127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-i-see-is-you.html' title='dont put me in your life , im not perfect like u want me to be'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0NP7yN4R_I/AAAAAAAAASk/bLazywvRW2I/s72-c/photography_by_oprisco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-3036149564633922358</id><published>2010-01-04T19:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:14:48.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna hit the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0KzxW2XBeI/AAAAAAAAARw/tl-UUTjwPv4/s1600-h/Vanity_in_the_dark___Pixie_L_by_jack_vanityfair.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0KzxW2XBeI/AAAAAAAAARw/tl-UUTjwPv4/s400/Vanity_in_the_dark___Pixie_L_by_jack_vanityfair.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094561836041698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, i know if i tie my hair kat belakang macam budak kecik but you tak tengok lagi bila i lepaskan rambut. My hair macam pixie lott but pendek lagi, ada faham sam? Macam rambut 2008 ouh  but lain gila. All my classmate is different, their jokes make me laugh more, Their taller than me as always and Izaati tak pindah. Semalam jerit macam orang gila bila dapat tau dia tak pindah. I miss her ouh and my other friends. Eh jarang ouh nampak budak form 1. Wei Aliya, please move to seafield, I miss you babe! I'm going to wear pinafore if there's no agama. Dia nampak macam mak orang ouh. Me and H, was on the phone last night, I told him about her and he laugh like hell ouh. Kau rempit gila babi ouh, nak cakap orang memang tak lah kan and btw tak yah nak bajet ouh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-3036149564633922358?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/3036149564633922358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-gonna-hit-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3036149564633922358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3036149564633922358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-gonna-hit-city.html' title='I&apos;m gonna hit the city'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0KzxW2XBeI/AAAAAAAAARw/tl-UUTjwPv4/s72-c/Vanity_in_the_dark___Pixie_L_by_jack_vanityfair.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-3358999035258471695</id><published>2010-01-04T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T06:37:30.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't he cute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0H6BEUkyzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2RmtkDeVHeE/s1600-h/__Justin_Drew_Bieber___by_BlueEyedZeldaFreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0H6BEUkyzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2RmtkDeVHeE/s400/__Justin_Drew_Bieber___by_BlueEyedZeldaFreak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422890322577640242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Justin Bieber cute? yes he is. Btw Sam, that song is great and he does not sucks. First day of school was okay but i hate some teachers, I hate when the teacher scold me . Guys, can you stop picking me to decorate the class, i did it last year right and now this year? Come one lah guys.  There's two things that makes me laugh today, dia pakai pinafore lawak ouh and Nazim look so nerd, haha XD. I walk back home alone ouh today, Asal korang naik bas ah? Babi lah.There's more story kot but i pendek kan lah. He's finally mine lah sial, he's everything that i wanted in this world. I really love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-3358999035258471695?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/3358999035258471695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/isnt-he-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3358999035258471695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3358999035258471695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/isnt-he-cute.html' title='Isn&apos;t he cute?'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0H6BEUkyzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2RmtkDeVHeE/s72-c/__Justin_Drew_Bieber___by_BlueEyedZeldaFreak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-7755355271772008026</id><published>2010-01-03T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T05:40:40.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello hello baby, i cannot hear a thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0CZHkFBBHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EuFjBU0AFCg/s1600-h/call.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0CZHkFBBHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EuFjBU0AFCg/s400/call.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422502306576925810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergi padang tadi for the last time, the last time i'm going to see Asyila and I'm going to miss her and Razan. Their twins ouh. I only can see them over the weekends. I, Asyila and aiman we're talking to firman and Haziq. I was so pissed with Haziq, I throw my phone at him. I jatuh ouh tadi, sakit ouh. Hope i can run this year for rumah merah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a story to tell you. I'm in love with this guy, he is different from the guy that i ever met and he's amazing. I'm in love with him since the day i broke up with Dannil. He always cheers me up and make me smile like i never smile before. The sonG that reminds me of him is So cold by Chris brown. LaSt word from me to him, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-7755355271772008026?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/7755355271772008026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-hello-baby-i-cannot-hear-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/7755355271772008026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/7755355271772008026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-hello-baby-i-cannot-hear-thing.html' title='Hello hello baby, i cannot hear a thing'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0CZHkFBBHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/EuFjBU0AFCg/s72-c/call.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-8823815779834905334</id><published>2010-01-02T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:29:26.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody says we look cute together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0A1bmXrXwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/BwmB5boZfFU/s1600-h/z126049293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0A1bmXrXwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/BwmB5boZfFU/s400/z126049293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422392699626675970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep at all last night, i don't know why and i miss him :P. Last night i watch The nanny and the Simpson, there's nothing to do last night. I'm scared to go to school tomorrow because of my hair, for me lah kan i look good but i don't know what will my friend say. I don't know whether i have to tie my hair or not, I don't to tie my hair because i'll look more ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with him, we treat each other like we're together but we're not. I remember that day Fyzal ask do you like him, i was like "huh? what? tak dengar kot" i keep repeating. Dia bengang gila kot dengan aku, hehe :D. Honestly, he different from the other guys that i met and he's everything that i wanted in my life. Is this love? i think it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never love someone like this before, i'm in love him kot. If he likes someone else i don't know what will happen to me. Last time i know, there's gonna be blood at my hand and i will do crazy stuff. Got to go yaw, last word from me I LOVE YOU :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-8823815779834905334?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/8823815779834905334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/everybody-says-we-look-cute-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/8823815779834905334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/8823815779834905334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/everybody-says-we-look-cute-together.html' title='Everybody says we look cute together'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0A1bmXrXwI/AAAAAAAAAQg/BwmB5boZfFU/s72-c/z126049293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-726218064043462759</id><published>2010-01-02T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:44:35.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're everything that i wanted in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sz9ldTyTaLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kAVnpl0Q4TU/s1600-h/whatirealyam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sz9ldTyTaLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kAVnpl0Q4TU/s400/whatirealyam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422164030579239090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started this morning at 11, I woke up and take bath etc. I'm going to have my haircut today, i was feeling nerves and scared. I don't want to cut my hair but i have too. When to the nearest Saloon,the people over there was really shocked because my hair is so damn fucking thick. When they started to cut my hair i feel like crying, i really like it when i have a long hair, i know it's silly to cry for your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 1 hour and 30 minutes to finish my haircut, she ask me if i wanted to rebonding my hair but my mum don't let because it's too expensive. Orang paling lama kat sana XD. After that when shopping with my mum at Summit, i bump to Fyzal, Haniff etc. They look really shocked when they saw my haircut, i'm getting used to my haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know i was reading a book title " Kiss her goodbye" tiba tiba nampak Izlyn kat belakang, haha lawak ouh XD. Entah lah apa dia buat. She didn't saw my haircut yet. They only person who saw is Asyila, Fyzal, Hakimi, Abu, Haniff i think thats all. I hope he'll be mine soon. Sorry if you guys keep hearing that. I'm in love with him kot :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-726218064043462759?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/726218064043462759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-everything-that-i-wanted-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/726218064043462759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/726218064043462759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-everything-that-i-wanted-in-my.html' title='you&apos;re everything that i wanted in my life'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sz9ldTyTaLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kAVnpl0Q4TU/s72-c/whatirealyam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-2781506910324511938</id><published>2010-01-01T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:08:14.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i want is you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sz7Go7i8GbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/oGDDltJgzW8/s1600-h/asmuchasyou3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sz7Go7i8GbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/oGDDltJgzW8/s400/asmuchasyou3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421989407881959858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR YAW. Can't wait to see all my friends on Monday, i really miss Si Jin and etc . Luckily their in the same class as i am :D. The rest tak sama kot, how sad am i. Just now went Taipan with my rocking sister and her friends. I was so damn quite, i didn't know what to say and i' shy. Well, i'm a shy person you know but when you get to know me, you'll see. The closes friend i have is Asyila and Sam, She knows the real me and everything about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Asyila because she's going to be in a different school but dia jiran aku kot :P. Mostly, i miss Fatyn Nurizzati :( . Actually lah kan, I'm not ready to go to school. It's better if i just stayed at home like this holiday. Can't wait to see him, Hope he's going to be mine. Sorry if i always talk about him, i just can't help it. I just really like him like i never like anyone before in my life. It's like love in first sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-2781506910324511938?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/2781506910324511938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-i-want-is-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2781506910324511938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2781506910324511938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-i-want-is-you.html' title='All i want is you'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sz7Go7i8GbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/oGDDltJgzW8/s72-c/asmuchasyou3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-7700880819853034740</id><published>2009-12-31T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T05:21:44.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You said that i'm the only one and number 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Szyu59Q1y6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/7J5EAzNgLP0/s1600-h/There_is_a_love____by_fogke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Szyu59Q1y6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/7J5EAzNgLP0/s400/There_is_a_love____by_fogke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421400362168208290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more hours is going to be 2010, All my friends is at the curve but i'm stuck at home like the good girls do. My new year Resolutions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Study really hard&lt;br /&gt;-Make more friend&lt;br /&gt;-Stay out of trouble&lt;br /&gt;-Try not to skip class&lt;br /&gt;-Do my homework (sikit skit jelah)&lt;br /&gt;-change my attitude a bit&lt;br /&gt;-Hope that he's mine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all yaw, Maybe i did a lot of mistake this year. I miss 2008 and i'll miss 2009. 2009 is the year that i have a lot of fun, i met new people and etc . The part that i hate next year is there's gonna be more homework, worst teacher and the test is going to get more hard then it was this year. Again i say, I MISS 2008 :D . &lt;br /&gt;I hope he'll be next to me next year and hope he'll be the last one. I really like him lah, never felt like this before. I'm in love all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-7700880819853034740?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/7700880819853034740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-said-that-im-only-one-and-number-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/7700880819853034740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/7700880819853034740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-said-that-im-only-one-and-number-1.html' title='You said that i&apos;m the only one and number 1'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Szyu59Q1y6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/7J5EAzNgLP0/s72-c/There_is_a_love____by_fogke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-90122565268373383</id><published>2009-12-30T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:20:08.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna be with you and only you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SzwuB2Y24eI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QmFjffqVNFU/s1600-h/3b61c79c70205173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SzwuB2Y24eI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QmFjffqVNFU/s400/3b61c79c70205173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421258660761756130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from school, nak tengok kelas, jumpa aliya ouh tadi hug dia macam orang gila ouh. Asal lah kakak dia tak ada, rindu kot korang, nasib baik tak nanggis XD. When i look at him, my heart beat faster. I really like him but when he told me that he likes me too, i don't know is he really telly the truth or he just say that to make me feel better. Hmm, i'm just waiting and hoping that he'll be the last one. Btw my leg is fine :D. Felling much better actually and i hope that i can run for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, i never felt like this before seriously. I'll always know you we're the best. Seriously i never like anyone like this before and i think this is the first and hopefully it ill be the last and the only one. This Saturday going to cut my hair and rebounding my hair. I hope it will look better than the hair i have now. Bye i gotta go, I want to have my lunch with my brother :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-90122565268373383?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/90122565268373383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-wanna-be-with-you-and-only-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/90122565268373383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/90122565268373383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-wanna-be-with-you-and-only-you.html' title='I just wanna be with you and only you'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SzwuB2Y24eI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QmFjffqVNFU/s72-c/3b61c79c70205173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-8331560000268726502</id><published>2009-12-29T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:09:16.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's seem like your my worst friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SzrU1N3HfxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PYvMNj6otaU/s1600-h/Taylor_Swift_1_by_onlyucanmakemeefeel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SzrU1N3HfxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PYvMNj6otaU/s400/Taylor_Swift_1_by_onlyucanmakemeefeel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420879112212807442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a sad day for me today, when i woke today, i try to stand up and i fall. I shout and my little brother help me to get up. Guess what, I can't run, jog even go down the stairs. I cried man just now, it really hurts and i don't know what happen to my leg. I think because i play badminton and i always fall down. I was planning next year i want to run but i guess it won't happen. Benda ni start about 2 weeks ago but it didn't hurt so much like this. Maybe i'll be fine in the evening. I hate this lah wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i can walk right, no. Even when i walk i feel pain but i still can walk lah, sob sob. I just told him that i'm falling for him and i feel great. I just take a deep breathe and just told him. Yesterday my ex text me and he said "You, ni Adam. you're ex. I still sayang you. Won't you forgive me? I dah berubah lah you." so i reply "So what if you still sayang i but i don't okay. I like someone else now. I'm not gonna pick a a wrong person like you. I really like this guy but it's not you, goodbye and don't text me again.".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-8331560000268726502?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/8331560000268726502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-seem-like-your-my-worst-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/8331560000268726502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/8331560000268726502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-seem-like-your-my-worst-friend.html' title='It&apos;s seem like your my worst friend'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SzrU1N3HfxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PYvMNj6otaU/s72-c/Taylor_Swift_1_by_onlyucanmakemeefeel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-9193826273755320072</id><published>2009-12-28T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:45:32.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try to make me jealous, i don't think so</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SzmeTO_nMvI/AAAAAAAAANw/L0H8T3P3GGM/s1600-h/b2293a1833ab5db6f1a391e97597f187.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SzmeTO_nMvI/AAAAAAAAANw/L0H8T3P3GGM/s400/b2293a1833ab5db6f1a391e97597f187.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420537679796712178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out after i broke up with him, he block me from myspace and he try to make me jealous. Well fyi i'm not lah wei. I broke up with you and i don't well sorry for anyway. I won't take you back, no question ask. It's not that i don't love you, it just that you don't take this relationship seriously and that's why i break up with you. I'm falling for someone but i don't know weather he likes me or not. I want to tell him i like him but i don't know, I have 3 guys to pick lah. H? A? or R? Im confused right now. I have until before schools starts, Help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-9193826273755320072?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/9193826273755320072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/try-to-make-me-jealous-i-dont-think-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/9193826273755320072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/9193826273755320072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/try-to-make-me-jealous-i-dont-think-so.html' title='Try to make me jealous, i don&apos;t think so'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SzmeTO_nMvI/AAAAAAAAANw/L0H8T3P3GGM/s72-c/b2293a1833ab5db6f1a391e97597f187.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-6564030510388997991</id><published>2009-12-27T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:45:10.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hitting my head against the wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Szg6tg_OFaI/AAAAAAAAANA/HDbC9kdLcm4/s1600-h/Paramore_by_jaydot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Szg6tg_OFaI/AAAAAAAAANA/HDbC9kdLcm4/s400/Paramore_by_jaydot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420146705164015010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday just bought school uniform, next year i'm going to wear pinafore. Some of my classmate we're asking me, when are you going to wear pinafore and i say next year. I don't want to go school next year, i hate school lah sial. I'm hitting my head against the wall. I don't want to see their faces again lah wei, lagi lagi budak A. Aduh, i hate her lah sial. Tak naktengok muka dia ouh, macam babi je. She's trying to take H from but that's not gonna happen. I hate her lah bodoh same as how i hate someone. I think you guys know who i'm talking about. Best ouh single, haha XD. Had fun last night at the curve. Next year will be N worst nightmare, i hate him for going to that school. Asal tak masuk asrama je, kau menyemak ah kat sana. I'm bored sitting at home like the good girls do, everyone's away and miss them. H entah bila nak balik and the others this friday.I'm falling for someone but i can't tell you who is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-6564030510388997991?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/6564030510388997991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-hitting-my-head-against-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6564030510388997991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6564030510388997991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-hitting-my-head-against-wall.html' title='I&apos;m hitting my head against the wall'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Szg6tg_OFaI/AAAAAAAAANA/HDbC9kdLcm4/s72-c/Paramore_by_jaydot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-1444388246821056151</id><published>2009-12-27T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:20:41.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lost in this big world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Szcwu7ECpcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/92Pp3MY5fH0/s1600-h/gossipgirl___heidi_by_singingfrommyheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Szcwu7ECpcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/92Pp3MY5fH0/s400/gossipgirl___heidi_by_singingfrommyheart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419854259250439618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys wanna know something? I broke up with him last night because i just don't love him anymore and he can't take this relationship seriously. I just feel like there's a big hole just punch to my chest. I have friends that i love and maybe i don't need a boyfriend in my life. I just want to be happy and that's all. I'm lost right now, i don't want to have a boyfriend but i feel lonely. I still believe in love but i just can't do this anymore. I am who i am, if you don't know me than don't judge me. If you really love someone, you have to let them go and move on. Yeah, i love someone but i just have to let them go. I can't stop reminding myself that i don't have a boyfriend. You know what, i don't care if i don't have a boyfriend. I just want to be happy like everyone else in the world. Life is not just about love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-1444388246821056151?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/1444388246821056151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-lost-in-this-big-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1444388246821056151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1444388246821056151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-lost-in-this-big-world.html' title='I&apos;m lost in this big world'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Szcwu7ECpcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/92Pp3MY5fH0/s72-c/gossipgirl___heidi_by_singingfrommyheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-1103028346824792273</id><published>2009-12-22T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:57:40.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to yourself, you're a hotmess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SzIhzN3T_3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Lnx_O0wDNsA/s1600-h/pow_by_gihspears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SzIhzN3T_3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Lnx_O0wDNsA/s400/pow_by_gihspears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418430465458831218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dannil make me so happy and i'm always with him. Maybe tomorrow i'm going to see him, i miss him so much and i can't wait. I love song the called " First dance by Justin Bieber" . Justin bieber is so cute, haha. Everytime if i listen to your love is my drug and kiss N tell by Kesha, i've gone crazy. Yesterday at the park, A turn on the song and i start to be crazy. Last night S ask me to forgive him but i don't want because he's attitude and he likes me. Before i and him have a fight, he is obsessed with me and i don't like it. Listen to yourself you're a hot mess by Kiss and tell. I miss H lah, i just have to wait after Christmas. He's gonna give me a present :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just found out that N is going to be in the same school as i am. Cakap nak pegi asrama ouh. When F and N told me about it at the park, i shout so loud that everyone keep looking at me,haha. I cant stop shouting lah sial and tadi macam orang gila kat padang. I can't live by seeing that face everyday at school, i already suffer enought last year and now this year? Come on lah wei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-1103028346824792273?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/1103028346824792273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/listen-to-yourself-youre-hotmess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1103028346824792273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1103028346824792273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/listen-to-yourself-youre-hotmess.html' title='Listen to yourself, you&apos;re a hotmess'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SzIhzN3T_3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Lnx_O0wDNsA/s72-c/pow_by_gihspears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-3479446471340433205</id><published>2009-12-21T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:26:22.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We both know let's go foward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sy-FfT13nFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OPMT-Ntv8-E/s1600-h/l_ffa0f75e5aa040e7a8fca710c662f371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sy-FfT13nFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OPMT-Ntv8-E/s400/l_ffa0f75e5aa040e7a8fca710c662f371.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417695649698651218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i just broke up with Dannil, it's a long story. I'm just not in the mood for any relationship with anyone. I hate love, i'm giving up on it and i just can't handle another relationship anymore. Okay maybe not lah, i just need to wait for the right guy for me. I'm not searching, i'm just waiting and i'm not going to give up. I'm so bored at home, I'm waiting for H to come back. He promise me to jog with me after Christmas. I miss H lah, I miss he's laugh and jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-3479446471340433205?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/3479446471340433205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-both-know-lets-go-foward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3479446471340433205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3479446471340433205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-both-know-lets-go-foward.html' title='We both know let&apos;s go foward'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sy-FfT13nFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OPMT-Ntv8-E/s72-c/l_ffa0f75e5aa040e7a8fca710c662f371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-1705178666857267275</id><published>2009-12-21T04:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:12:59.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sy9nkutVEVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-dmiw_1itNE/s1600-h/13742_1146251744168_1463784415_30385832_2047911_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sy9nkutVEVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-dmiw_1itNE/s400/13742_1146251744168_1463784415_30385832_2047911_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417662757461102930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Nur Izzati and same goes to Farhan. Hope you have a blast and i'm going to miss Izaati because she's moving to Kelantan, Sobsob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-1705178666857267275?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/1705178666857267275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-out-your-mouth-with-your-blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1705178666857267275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1705178666857267275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-out-your-mouth-with-your-blah.html' title='Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah.'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sy9nkutVEVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-dmiw_1itNE/s72-c/13742_1146251744168_1463784415_30385832_2047911_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-2710027673850095175</id><published>2009-12-17T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:11:31.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't mean anything if you're not here with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Syr_f6bNF4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NTZyk1SGmq4/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-and-robert-pattinson-intense-non-kiss-photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Syr_f6bNF4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NTZyk1SGmq4/s400/kristen-stewart-and-robert-pattinson-intense-non-kiss-photos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416422425590830978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After F is gone, i keep telling myself that i will never fall in love again. After a few weeks, i can't cry and i have no feelings at all. These days guys are jerks,haha sorry. Every where i go, i see couples and they look very happy together. I wonder when will i get that happiness.When u love someone , And they break your heart , Don't give up on love , Have faith restart, Just hold on , hold on , hold on!One day, i was in my brothers car and then i turn on the radio. I hear that song, my tears came out and i know that song reminds me of J. I need someone to replace him from my heart and i just found that guy. He's name is Muhammad Dannil Adzha Fadzil. He's the person  that i love the most. The guy that is Caring, kind, loveable and so much on lah. I really love him and i don't want to lose him. I hate it when we fight, i just want to be happy with him and i know that i'm happy with him always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-2710027673850095175?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/2710027673850095175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-doesnt-mean-anything-if-youre-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2710027673850095175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2710027673850095175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-doesnt-mean-anything-if-youre-not.html' title='It doesn&apos;t mean anything if you&apos;re not here with me'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Syr_f6bNF4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NTZyk1SGmq4/s72-c/kristen-stewart-and-robert-pattinson-intense-non-kiss-photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-4329796534641841248</id><published>2009-12-15T21:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:28:01.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wait is over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Syhsu7a8smI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HG1IYCkhquM/s1600-h/l_717966dd8ab64c02833f4d897ec1d5f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Syhsu7a8smI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HG1IYCkhquM/s400/l_717966dd8ab64c02833f4d897ec1d5f2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415698105393525346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey It's Izni super sweet 13, haha. Happy Birthday lah gila. Wish you have a blast for your birthday, present nanti kot. To tell you the truth, I'm bored this holiday. H is away, D is away and everyone's away lah. I miss them and mostly i miss Aliya and Dannil. School's coming 3 more weeks. I wish i didn't have to go to school next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-4329796534641841248?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/4329796534641841248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/wait-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/4329796534641841248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/4329796534641841248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/wait-is-over.html' title='The wait is over'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Syhsu7a8smI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HG1IYCkhquM/s72-c/l_717966dd8ab64c02833f4d897ec1d5f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-1903474545021397426</id><published>2009-12-15T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:50:54.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not a dream anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SyeSpZBumTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QFzWORfzAQU/s1600-h/fashion-v1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SyeSpZBumTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QFzWORfzAQU/s400/fashion-v1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415458316726737202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today go to school, buy books and all that stuff plus i have the buku minda 2009. I look inside and the end off the page has the rumah merah senam robik picture. I look really ugly inside the picture. I hope no one realize it because i know that no one will see it. I miss Dannil, boring ouh tak jumpa dia and he's away because he's at penang now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-1903474545021397426?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/1903474545021397426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-dream-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1903474545021397426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1903474545021397426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-not-dream-anymore.html' title='It&apos;s not a dream anymore'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SyeSpZBumTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QFzWORfzAQU/s72-c/fashion-v1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-7198786572580358307</id><published>2009-12-10T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:46:02.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had enough of you guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SyD8NZLfbwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bnWqUcY2sb8/s1600-h/PixieLott-02-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SyD8NZLfbwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bnWqUcY2sb8/s400/PixieLott-02-big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413604059126918914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak bila buat blog pasal dia? i don't even have time for that. before i wrote I dont care about you post, i don't have internet and why you blame it on me? wow, everybody is blaming on me. Okay fine, i don't care. Do you have proof that i did a blog about Nayly? if you have proof then i'm okay with it but i swear to god i didn't do it. It's true i don't like Nayly, do you have a problem with that? I'm not the only one who hates her. Maybe there's a lot of people out there doesn't like her. Maybe they did it. I'm having a great life before she came and after she go. Tak ada masa lah nak jealous pasal tetek dia, i don't care if i'm flat or whatever. I don't even know how i met her. I don't even know how i became her bestfriend. Their right, i've been trying to change her but she'll always be the same. I'm not starting a fight, i'm just telling the truth and i don't give a damn what you said about me. I'm just living my life, PEOPLE! Nayly's the one who started first by posting at her blog about me and it's my turn to do the same thing. She's not the only one has feeling okay. Honestly, I don't care about her anymore and i have a life okay. Asal nak tuduh aku dgn sammy? Kalau ada bukti tak apa lah jugak. there's a lot of people out there who really hates her. So that's my reply to you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-7198786572580358307?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/7198786572580358307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-enough-of-you-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/7198786572580358307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/7198786572580358307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-enough-of-you-guys.html' title='I had enough of you guys!'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SyD8NZLfbwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bnWqUcY2sb8/s72-c/PixieLott-02-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-177338992564414862</id><published>2009-12-09T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:37:09.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing compare to a good act</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SyCh-tIXlJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gdhDrjXo7s8/s1600-h/Models_by_aubirdy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SyCh-tIXlJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gdhDrjXo7s8/s400/Models_by_aubirdy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413504850737992850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from summit and taipan with fatyn. I miss her a lot. While walking to summit, i saw J. Buat sakit hati je tengok muka dia, haha. My hand hurts a lot sebab main dgn pisau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is away for Chrismas. So, i don't have a lot of time to hang out with him. I'm going to miss him but still can text each other right. I'm in love all over again with someone but there's nothing between us. Just friends. I miss everyone i know. Mostly i miss him, haha. I can't tell you who is he yet. Soon i will. What is her problem? She used my poster to put at her wall room. get a life lah, you steal people stuff and you said its yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-177338992564414862?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/177338992564414862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-compare-to-good-act.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/177338992564414862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/177338992564414862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothing-compare-to-good-act.html' title='Nothing compare to a good act'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SyCh-tIXlJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gdhDrjXo7s8/s72-c/Models_by_aubirdy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-6968038285945110300</id><published>2009-12-08T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:13:44.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want your loving And I want your revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sx8qw0k75fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/G2YALyPGj-U/s1600-h/Robert_Pattinson_Original_Pic_by_XxPnkLllyRulesxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sx8qw0k75fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/G2YALyPGj-U/s400/Robert_Pattinson_Original_Pic_by_XxPnkLllyRulesxx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413092295358277106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored right now, i've been doing the same thing everyday now. Maybe this Friday or Saturday going sunway again. Woke up this morning at 11 something and bla bla bla. Straight away online and start blogging. After i had a fight with Adam last night, he stop bugging me already. There's more about the fight actually but i didn't copy it. He told me that he want me back then when we fight, he suddenly tell me that he has someone already. What a player and still he wants me back, yeah right. I know that he's lying to me but still i hate him. I won't take him back. No question ask. I rather be single than taken.I just found out that the girl that i hate has a boyfriend. haha, now thats funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-6968038285945110300?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/6968038285945110300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-your-loving-and-i-want-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6968038285945110300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6968038285945110300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-your-loving-and-i-want-your.html' title='I want your loving And I want your revenge'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sx8qw0k75fI/AAAAAAAAAIk/G2YALyPGj-U/s72-c/Robert_Pattinson_Original_Pic_by_XxPnkLllyRulesxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-6986629609349211452</id><published>2009-12-07T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:33:26.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the people that i love the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sx3S6i-BO0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/NmV6LkjHR6Q/s1600-h/Kris_by_lauuc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sx3S6i-BO0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/NmV6LkjHR6Q/s400/Kris_by_lauuc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412714230430382914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy right now but i can't sleep and i don't know why. To tell you the truth, i didn't sleep at all last night. I was on the phone with F until 3 then on the phone with H. I really miss her a lot, we gossip and talk about our life. I can't believe that "GIRL" accuse me and she think that i told F about W. I didn't do anything, what a liar. Eh sapa tak marah kalau dia kacau boyfriend orang. Things are different now without you, M. Usually, we text everyday and hang out all the time but now you're so busy with work. I have to let you go right. I miss you,M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-6986629609349211452?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/6986629609349211452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-people-that-i-love-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6986629609349211452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6986629609349211452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-people-that-i-love-most.html' title='I miss the people that i love the most'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sx3S6i-BO0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/NmV6LkjHR6Q/s72-c/Kris_by_lauuc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-1602510842689918072</id><published>2009-12-06T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:57:30.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sxx8wxH3C9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/asIAsWbPNmE/s1600-h/birthday-wishes-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sxx8wxH3C9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/asIAsWbPNmE/s320/birthday-wishes-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412338029454363602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Aliya Aisya! Wish you have a blast for your birthday. Present nanti lah i kasi. You're turning 12 today. Dah besar lah kau. Nanti lepak tau this Wednesday kat kl. Happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-1602510842689918072?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/1602510842689918072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/hppy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1602510842689918072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1602510842689918072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/12/hppy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sxx8wxH3C9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/asIAsWbPNmE/s72-c/birthday-wishes-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-2931274770995955071</id><published>2009-10-29T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:48:15.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SupcB8m7oGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D-G7b0gRyeU/s1600-h/Just_Try_It_by_J355F4C3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SupcB8m7oGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D-G7b0gRyeU/s320/Just_Try_It_by_J355F4C3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398228291876003938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're so&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; but you're not. People keep telling me that your using me. That's why i did this to you. People give you a second &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt; to change but you're not going to change. I don't care lah. People hate your &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt;, that's why they want you to &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;chang&lt;/span&gt;e lah bodoh. Orang couple dgn kau sbb barang kau je la bodoh. kau pun bangga la tetek kau besar. I'm better of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; you la slut. I don't care about you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;anymor&lt;/span&gt;e, i can't believe that i ever friend with you and fyi you suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-2931274770995955071?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/2931274770995955071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-care-about-you.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2931274770995955071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2931274770995955071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-care-about-you.html' title='I don&apos;t care about you'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SupcB8m7oGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D-G7b0gRyeU/s72-c/Just_Try_It_by_J355F4C3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-6445793314720873018</id><published>2009-07-29T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:44:35.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SnEFtQkk2-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/uaN5RmvGgvg/s1600-h/SadFace-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SnEFtQkk2-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/uaN5RmvGgvg/s320/SadFace-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364074906275601378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;What a sad day,have a fight with him then he go and tell his ex crush.Like What the hell? i want to talk to J,i really miss him,I miss his voice, I miss his smile and most of all i miss talking to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't stop remembering those memories and now you're not even talking to me.Everytime i see your face i feel like crying but i just control my feeling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;AZELEA AZREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-6445793314720873018?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/6445793314720873018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-sad-dayhave-fight-with-him-then-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6445793314720873018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6445793314720873018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-sad-dayhave-fight-with-him-then-he.html' title=''/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SnEFtQkk2-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/uaN5RmvGgvg/s72-c/SadFace-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-3930163551377414877</id><published>2009-07-29T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:03:47.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SnD8TpVNPJI/AAAAAAAAADw/wardJag9E1w/s1600-h/jealous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SnD8TpVNPJI/AAAAAAAAADw/wardJag9E1w/s320/jealous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364064570640776338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There something that i feel is so wrong like im jealous of someone but i don't know what for anyway.When i look at him i feel like does he really love me?, i feel like there's something wrong but when i look at J i feel like i miss him.I don't know how is my gonna be, I feel like im always wrong and i feel like people hate for who i am but i really miss someone. I miss how the person text me and laugh with me all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AZELEA AZREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-3930163551377414877?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/3930163551377414877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-something-that-i-feel-is-so-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3930163551377414877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3930163551377414877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-something-that-i-feel-is-so-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SnD8TpVNPJI/AAAAAAAAADw/wardJag9E1w/s72-c/jealous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-8288133485284242586</id><published>2009-07-28T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:48:09.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sm_FHkL4EkI/AAAAAAAAADg/FwignAGsvEA/s1600-h/selena-gomez-demi-lovato-friendship-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sm_FHkL4EkI/AAAAAAAAADg/FwignAGsvEA/s320/selena-gomez-demi-lovato-friendship-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363722414984794690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both of them are like best friends but i have just lose 2, i really miss them.They change so much but thats what they wanted right so, i just let it go and find a new best friend.I found two of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Their like my sister i wish they are my sister.Their name is Nur Nayly Aqilah &amp;amp; Nik Samiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love them so much Oh yeah i gotta go bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AZELEA AZREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-8288133485284242586?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/8288133485284242586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/both-of-them-are-like-best-friends-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/8288133485284242586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/8288133485284242586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/both-of-them-are-like-best-friends-but.html' title=''/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sm_FHkL4EkI/AAAAAAAAADg/FwignAGsvEA/s72-c/selena-gomez-demi-lovato-friendship-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-3090042743769999811</id><published>2009-07-28T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T05:49:57.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sm7wrzbqDmI/AAAAAAAAADY/pApGMJYojIM/s1600-h/SuperStock_1439R-98025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sm7wrzbqDmI/AAAAAAAAADY/pApGMJYojIM/s320/SuperStock_1439R-98025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363488841576091234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some people can forget their old memories with their life and who are they with but i can't forget the past and the bad memories with someone, Its hard cause his always be there in front of your face everyday and when you see him you feel like wanna cry cause remembering the past with him. :'( Starting from now i just have to control my feelings and stop remembering about the past but i can't cause his always be where ever i go its like haish . I've just have to move on and live my life baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AZELEA AZREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-3090042743769999811?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/3090042743769999811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-people-can-forget-their-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3090042743769999811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3090042743769999811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-people-can-forget-their-old.html' title=''/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sm7wrzbqDmI/AAAAAAAAADY/pApGMJYojIM/s72-c/SuperStock_1439R-98025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-3297702360348562928</id><published>2009-07-28T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T05:25:58.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today at school was boring as always&lt;br /&gt;ade orang dah tak berani ejek i ouh&lt;br /&gt;the name is Farah Ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;semalam tak habis2 sound die&lt;br /&gt;still tak puas hati kot&lt;br /&gt;then i dgn bestie i otw pegi jumpe cikgu&lt;br /&gt;then die cite ah yg farah nak suruh org sound adam&lt;br /&gt;the thing is benda tak de kena mengena dgn adam&lt;br /&gt;asal die? why not me? asal takut nak marah aku?&lt;br /&gt;kan da habis yg die nak mula balik asal?&lt;br /&gt;pening kepala sial&lt;br /&gt;come back home kena marah entah pasal ape!&lt;br /&gt;im not in the mood right now ouh&lt;br /&gt;okay la gotta go&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;AZELEA AZREEN&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/6991180795966021125-3297702360348562928?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/3297702360348562928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-at-school-was-boring-as-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3297702360348562928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3297702360348562928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-at-school-was-boring-as-always.html' title=''/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-5717238466071181338</id><published>2009-07-26T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:36:18.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck seyh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we lose , i know their gonna balme it on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is why i don't wanna be keeper haiya -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next time i just stick to volleyball again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kat sekola sure dorg ckp kat aku "ape la kau  nie"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then bising bising lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dah la homework tak buat haih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why does my life sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lagi lagi atiqah bising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ape la kau nie asal kau tak jage betul2" and more la kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nanti aku nk emo for 1 day kalau ade org ckp kat aku cam tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dah la aku tgh pening kepala mase main futsal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i come back home,my dad say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"why can't you play a girls game?" then i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"futsal pun game pompuan la suke hati aku la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then i went upstairs and onlinee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh yeah i gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AZELEA AZREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-5717238466071181338?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-2608908810121810166</id><published>2009-07-22T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:43:18.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SmfOG9ZFeTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/57qomF3T4xY/s1600-h/jonas-brothers-lady-gaga-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SmfOG9ZFeTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/57qomF3T4xY/s320/jonas-brothers-lady-gaga-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361480500362180914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                                        i adore her&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/6991180795966021125-2608908810121810166?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/2608908810121810166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-adore-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2608908810121810166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2608908810121810166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-adore-her.html' title=''/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SmfOG9ZFeTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/57qomF3T4xY/s72-c/jonas-brothers-lady-gaga-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-5698064457422357825</id><published>2009-07-22T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:37:29.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot la gile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SmfMjaSwdRI/AAAAAAAAADI/XRy-HEavWyc/s1600-h/robert-pattinson-should-be-illegal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SmfMjaSwdRI/AAAAAAAAADI/XRy-HEavWyc/s320/robert-pattinson-should-be-illegal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361478790133347602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                            Robert Pattinson is so damn fcking hot :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-5698064457422357825?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/SmfMjaSwdRI/AAAAAAAAADI/XRy-HEavWyc/s72-c/robert-pattinson-should-be-illegal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-5556541178401657792</id><published>2009-07-18T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:28:02.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Trust Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today woke up at 10am&lt;br /&gt;mandi semua then breakfast&lt;br /&gt;then kena marah XD  haha&lt;br /&gt;cause i mintak something from my parents&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what N***** problem,ape masalah kau ouh&lt;br /&gt;aku tak kacau kau kan nie nak ckp psl aku la tu&lt;br /&gt;dah la kawan dgn 2 bohsia&lt;br /&gt;okay stop talking about that guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i just only check his profile at myspace&lt;br /&gt;tau tak ade ape?&lt;br /&gt;gambar rokok&lt;br /&gt;he told me that he stop smoking but btl ke?&lt;br /&gt;i dont really trust him anyway&lt;br /&gt;that day pun die tinggalkan i at mcd die turun bawah buat ape tah dgn kwn die,&lt;br /&gt;then bile die naik atas bau rokok&lt;br /&gt;wow like what the hell la&lt;br /&gt;i hope he did't read my blog XD&lt;br /&gt;so ape-ape la kan&lt;br /&gt;so change the subject la&lt;br /&gt;boring ouh duduk rmh&lt;br /&gt;ajak org lepak tak nak,malas and ade keje nak buat&lt;br /&gt;ddk rmh onlieeeeee je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yela gaduh dgn die lagi ouh&lt;br /&gt;tak habis2 gaduh&lt;br /&gt;entah la asal selalu gaduh dgn die&lt;br /&gt;if he doesn't wanna talk to me fine&lt;br /&gt;that what he wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-9087820195620764443</id><published>2009-07-16T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:00:43.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you changed la?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay im talking about my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe some of you guys know her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since the day i make M** friends back with S* ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she ignore me more and talk to them more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what the hell la weiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die lupekan org ouh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if she got problem with her boyfriend baru nak cari i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then kalau takde kwn cari i jugak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've changed because i friend with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(baru sedar XD,haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but now im back to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how to say this ar? oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she act like a boy you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i try to changed her but it did't work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i ask everyone in my class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Does M** act like a guy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all of them say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like what the fuck laa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but its true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i ask her to change her looks and her attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she say okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then one day she was hanging out with the boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and that time she act like a real guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i shout at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"what did you promise me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and wanna know what she say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yeah i know,but i cant stand it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was like what the fck weii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we we're doing the oral test together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she ask me what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i say to her think yourself la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in my head say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"does she wanna be a girl or a guy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can't stand her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today im gonna ignore her the whole day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bile ade pakwe die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die senyap je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then she tried to act like a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but tak jadi ouh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when me and atiqa hit his boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she try to pull us away but she can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To M**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you changed a lot girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want the old you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and start acting like  a girl laaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're a girl not a guy la gilaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remember you're a girl not a guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and jangan lupekan org ouh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dah tolong you semua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dah pujuk you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but you know how you pujuk me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you just say azelea stop crying then you start talking to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-9087820195620764443?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/9087820195620764443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-changed-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/9087820195620764443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/9087820195620764443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-changed-la.html' title='you changed la?'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-1216079282459499361</id><published>2009-07-16T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:00:03.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont have a title for this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow a big fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i had a fight with him again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanna know something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can't stop crying just now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when break time only i stop crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haihh  what a life la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i cried cause his accusing me having another boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i scared that i lose him thats all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i had a big headache just now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel like aaahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't wanna think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i push everything away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was geografi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teacher marah me like hell cause tak buat folio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have to stand up at the chair same goes to some of my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was funny that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they keep pushing my chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same goes to D**** XD haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i really hate that teacher but never mind la kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hate my blog cause i don't really know how to make it nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and that time i was like fcking crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha i love my bestieeeeeeeeee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-1216079282459499361?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/1216079282459499361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-have-title-for-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1216079282459499361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/1216079282459499361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-have-title-for-this.html' title='i dont have a title for this'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-5583993258825981154</id><published>2009-07-12T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:14:20.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why oh why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why am i starting to remember&lt;br /&gt;the memories that i have with J*****?&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to the song that he loves&lt;br /&gt;why oh why laaaaa?&lt;br /&gt;people keep asking me,&lt;br /&gt;do you still love him?&lt;br /&gt;like what the hell&lt;br /&gt;of course no!&lt;br /&gt;i only love Muhammas Adam&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;But why am i remembering those memories&lt;br /&gt;that we share???&lt;br /&gt;i remember what you say to me&lt;br /&gt;'i love you but im not ready to have any relationship with anyone,&lt;br /&gt;you're my first girlfriend that i have but&lt;br /&gt;i don't want any relationship with anyone'&lt;br /&gt;but i was like i don't wanna break up&lt;br /&gt;he said ' when im ready i'll ask you back okay? thats a promise'&lt;br /&gt;but i wont wait any longer&lt;br /&gt;i found someone that i really love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Adam&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-5583993258825981154?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/5583993258825981154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-oh-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/5583993258825981154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/5583993258825981154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-oh-why.html' title='Why oh why?'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-8221873650347719289</id><published>2009-07-09T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:58:58.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life is hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone has there own problem too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but nobody know mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i cant tell anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only M** know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wanted to tell Nayly and Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but im not ready too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the true is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im not ready to tell sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its about my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my life sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i have the guy that i love &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my bestfriends to make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but when their not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if i stay at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they don't care about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they just care about my brother and my little brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i feel like running away from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but when i do out from the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without them knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's the time they care about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like what the hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and there's more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't want to tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have no life la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause my life sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-8221873650347719289?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/8221873650347719289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/8221873650347719289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/8221873650347719289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-hard.html' title='Life is hard'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-2312524933765700686</id><published>2009-07-08T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:58:44.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanna know something sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its from my bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azelea Azreen,my hunny bunny sugar plum for real.She is so damn pretty if you want to know.many guys are waiting to be her boyfriend and queuing up in a line,wink wink* XD she's also is a nice person and always there by my side when i need help.You touched my soul babe:) she always cheer me up with her jokes,thank you sayang, thank you never ends.We have many things in common.We always share our secrets and always help each other.this is what bestfriends for kan? she is so damn different than the other girls.She is a unique  for me.Although she is taken but she never forget me.Awww,im so lucky have her as my bestfriend.And for the stupid bitches out there,don't ever hurt her.If i found out that you hurt her,i'll kick your ass and squeeze your boobs.And for Azelea, don't ever give up.Im always here for you.Last word from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU BESTFRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aaaaawwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously i am not pretty laaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will never be pretty like you la sayang oi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sape nak suke kat i la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am i that nice? haha XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your my bestfriend la no matter what happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're the one who cheer me up la Gila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6991180795966021125-2312524933765700686?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/2312524933765700686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanna-know-something-sweet-its-from-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2312524933765700686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2312524933765700686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanna-know-something-sweet-its-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-7399662411649119111</id><published>2009-07-06T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:58:20.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HHHMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like notttttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what kind of boyfriend yg tak layan gf die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aaaarrrhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lucky somebody make me so relax and happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the name is Nur Nayly Aqilah&lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love her so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im not lesbian okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love her as my bestie la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love her so much la gila&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow is our 1 month anniversary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay do you think i will last long with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give me some answer people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does he like someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on the carnival day i check his phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i check his contact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i saw somebody call matin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there was a love behind there matin&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and one more jin jie&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh my god laaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but my number he put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AzeleaAzreen&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and my house phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby's house&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awwwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't trust guys right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hope he doesn't read this :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wish i can dance like in the club again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dance like crazy man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was sweating like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i came out from there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people say"baru habis mandi ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahhahhahaha,lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay la i gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-7399662411649119111?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/7399662411649119111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/7399662411649119111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/7399662411649119111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy.html' title='Happy?'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-9097410235730534035</id><published>2009-07-05T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:57:46.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival La People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow,it was so damn fcking nice.&lt;br /&gt;there was like a club over there&lt;br /&gt;i went in 3 times&lt;br /&gt;then i was like dancing like hell&lt;br /&gt;until i tak layan my boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;im so so so so so i forget about you&lt;br /&gt;when we we're in there&lt;br /&gt;cause i was like going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry okay?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can see you again&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;i miss your smile&lt;br /&gt;i love you la gilaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played water like hell&lt;br /&gt;i was so damn wet laa&lt;br /&gt;kena my hair also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-9097410235730534035?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/9097410235730534035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/carnival-la-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/9097410235730534035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/9097410235730534035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/carnival-la-people.html' title='Carnival La People'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-2421699532532855511</id><published>2009-07-04T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T06:59:23.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanna know something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i had a fight with him again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when i told you guys that i cant cry anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow just now only i cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i thought that i cant cry anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then yeah i cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg i wanted to cry every night but i cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then today only i cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg laaa weeiiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomorrow hari karnival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't feel like going la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause he is going to be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i know i suppose to be happy but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just had a fight with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sssoooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't know la am i going or not?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6991180795966021125-2421699532532855511?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/2421699532532855511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanna-know-something-i-had-fight-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2421699532532855511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/2421699532532855511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanna-know-something-i-had-fight-with.html' title=''/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-4441045920709927394</id><published>2009-07-03T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:47:12.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You La Gilaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why i feel so guilty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;about something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i cant write here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why i kept listening to the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that remind of my ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and repeating all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh yeah i remember cause my heart was broke by him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanna know who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you guys just guess la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_e_e_ _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me the answer okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you know who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but now i got someone that makes me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're my everything now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do i love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because you been in my dream, cute, funny, romantic and funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just close my eyes because i might see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i close my mouth because i wanna hear you say something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i close my ears because i might i hear your voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i could not close my heart because i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've fallen in love with you and i'll will never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you more then anyone,i just had to let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and if you ever wonder why, i don't know what i'll say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i'll never stop loving you each and everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hope you read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you already promise me that you won't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but can you keep your promise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU SO DAMN FCKING MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE THEN EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanna know something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i feel like crying but i can't cry anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even fake cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its so weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously i can't cry anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6991180795966021125-4441045920709927394?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/4441045920709927394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-you-la-gilaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/4441045920709927394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/4441045920709927394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-you-la-gilaa.html' title='I Love You La Gilaa'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-6513210041764857734</id><published>2009-06-30T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:10:49.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM so so so sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im sorry if i did't went to taipan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry cause i was so sleepy and my hand is damn fcking pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im sorry okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But did you went taipan today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss you la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its been 6 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 days without seeing you kills me&lt;br /&gt;i really really really really miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now about my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just now my friend called my house phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then when i was talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my father marah me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then i shout to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"eh i did;t call la,die yg call la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i feel like killing him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even if his my father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'m planning to ran away from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my parents keep saying that im going to like my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i said to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im not gonna be like her and i am nothing like her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6991180795966021125-6513210041764857734?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/6513210041764857734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-so-so-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6513210041764857734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/6513210041764857734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-so-so-sorry.html' title='IM so so so sorry'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-2077376406881523756</id><published>2009-06-29T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:11:46.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck la</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fuc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;k la my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday my house phone bill showed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its rm1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh my god,its all because of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha what i care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sape suruh tak bg aku handphone baru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now i cant even touch the phone or used the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; wanna know something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my parents ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who i called and why i call them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i did't answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then my mom said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"sure la you go call your bf"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was like"what the hell la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but its true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just shut my lips and never say anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my father ask me to break up with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"no way, his the only one that can make me happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then i went inside my room and i slam the door&lt;br /&gt;haiyo my choice la i wan cpl or not&lt;br /&gt;AAARRRHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, today at school was so damn fcking boring&lt;br /&gt;school was never fun&lt;br /&gt;its always boring&lt;br /&gt;if i hear people saying school fun&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;haih&lt;br /&gt;today was boring without him&lt;br /&gt;now i can't use the house phone to call him&lt;br /&gt;its been 5 days i did't see him&lt;br /&gt;wow its a long day&lt;br /&gt;but i really really really really miss him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday is going to be my school carnival&lt;br /&gt;yaay!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be fun&lt;br /&gt;Adam going to come&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be crazy&lt;br /&gt;believe me&lt;br /&gt;cause im gonna do something to all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-2077376406881523756?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-8821584355243128382</id><published>2009-06-29T04:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:31:21.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MUCH LA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;im so happy for my friend M**&lt;br /&gt;she couple with N****&lt;br /&gt;wow wanna know something?&lt;br /&gt;wait, i remember its a secret,haha lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at school so damn fucking boring&lt;br /&gt;i saw her, she was like don't wanna friend me&lt;br /&gt;but i still love her as my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;She don't wanna friend me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;its her choice la not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6991180795966021125-8821584355243128382?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/8821584355243128382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-much-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/8821584355243128382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/8821584355243128382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-much-la.html' title='HAPPY MUCH LA?'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-3907968482274283084</id><published>2009-06-28T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:44:40.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIM&lt;333</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what i have another fight with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think that you love somebody so much but you feel like you're hurting them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well i do.I love him so much,i swear to god.I don't wanna lose him but i feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i m hurting him..I always make him sad, mad and i always  end up fighting with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know why.I  fighting with him like my ex boyfriend,J*****.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first time ever in my life i hear him marah me like hell, I was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OH MY GOD IS THIS THE GUY THAT I LOVE?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The way he marah me like im not his girlfriend like im just his friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really love him and i don't wanna leave him but im scared he leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the guys that i ever couple with they keep saying that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I love you and i will never leave you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and guess what they leave me =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but there's one guy said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I love you alot but i don't wanna have a relationship with you or anybody"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His name is J***** G***T****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But Adam was different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in my whole life i was not happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but when he came to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his the only one that can make me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don't think that i love you its your choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i really really really really really really really love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone keep saying that i always cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause im sad,mad and i really don't wan to lose the wan i really love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO ADAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM SORRY IF I MAKE YOU MAD OR SAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I PROMISE THAT I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU CAUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I REALLY NEED YOU BY MY SIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-3907968482274283084?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991180795966021125.post-1231867121748337590</id><published>2009-06-27T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:55:38.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BlaBlaBla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what a boring day,&lt;br /&gt;my little brothers are so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going out today&lt;br /&gt;just stay home like the good girls do.&lt;br /&gt;haha,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 12 pm&lt;br /&gt;OMG so late&lt;br /&gt;by the way&lt;br /&gt;i don't care la what you wanna say about me&lt;br /&gt;but i'm myself&lt;br /&gt;if you don't wanna friend me&lt;br /&gt;okay fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;just forget about the past.&lt;br /&gt;ilovehimsodamnfuckingmuch&lt;br /&gt;wanna know who?&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Adam la&lt;br /&gt;who else?&lt;br /&gt;I will never leave him&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna lose him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/6991180795966021125-1231867121748337590?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/1231867121748337590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/06/blablabla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sz165HfWcuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LTsX9caa_G0/s1600-h/l_3fc8a788f7e84628a07c8070bd506eab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sz165HfWcuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LTsX9caa_G0/s400/l_3fc8a788f7e84628a07c8070bd506eab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421624648105620194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a life you all say i've changed? But you guys are so damn wrong. Wanna know something i just lost my best friend but if she doesn't want me than okay fine. But someone cheer me up, he's name is Muhammad Adam. If i'm in a bad mood, he'll be the first person to cheer me up. I love him but not that crazy love. I don't wanna leave him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6991180795966021125-3470751877226451324?l=thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/feeds/3470751877226451324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3470751877226451324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6991180795966021125/posts/default/3470751877226451324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetouchofyourhand.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-life.html' title='What A Life?'/><author><name>AzeleaAzreen :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06786022707653014070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/S0VYOX6o92I/AAAAAAAAATU/sJPvxRKTurA/S220/l_ccc3e554c03046b3b67df171bf185374.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58Q0_V1dfLI/Sz165HfWcuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LTsX9caa_G0/s72-c/l_3fc8a788f7e84628a07c8070bd506eab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
