<?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-5559426066595402670</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:47:11.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PLAYGROUND</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-844147848307173632</id><published>2009-07-05T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:52:10.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"it's official. it's a 'boy boy'."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjGcQ0QHyiU/SlDxX_5lOUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tdgKdtO38nQ/s1600-h/lissy-trullie-7th-st-entry-jon-behm-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355045351535753538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjGcQ0QHyiU/SlDxX_5lOUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tdgKdtO38nQ/s320/lissy-trullie-7th-st-entry-jon-behm-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so cool that SOME people semi-change their names to fit LT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;once, i wanted to be the greatest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;guess that's the case with everyone else? dissatisfaction is wrangling out of me, wave after wave after wave man it's like this thing.. is practically oozing out of my pores. thought i was the only one feeling it at this instant, but it seems like my sis kinda feels the same way too (i secretly read her blog hehe BUT if you scold me for this then i know you read my blog. hehe), and everyone else looks like they're coping really well with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;can't say it's the same for me, i foresee some hairpulling moments in the near future haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;amp; chan marshall should be banned from singing sad songs like this, it kinda transports me to those moments where you cling and desperately hang onto the fine tendrils of has-beens and what-ifs. and so, we need the uber cool and irresistably cute LT to lighten the mood and brighten my day! oh gosh why am i speaking like that i think it's my brain trying to embarrass me into sleeping asap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;and sht my last sentence sounds super retarded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so, peace out and RESPECT (ali g hahaha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love, the old lady who's keeping a tenuous grasp on reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-844147848307173632?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/844147848307173632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=844147848307173632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/844147848307173632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/844147848307173632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-official-its-boy-boy.html' title='&quot;it&apos;s official. it&apos;s a &apos;boy boy&apos;.&quot;'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UjGcQ0QHyiU/SlDxX_5lOUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tdgKdtO38nQ/s72-c/lissy-trullie-7th-st-entry-jon-behm-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-1957861748755078049</id><published>2009-06-18T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:05:46.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No You Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UjGcQ0QHyiU/SjoB4dl36iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9qCclstpFrw/s1600-h/pic_021708_nic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348589576983669282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UjGcQ0QHyiU/SjoB4dl36iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9qCclstpFrw/s320/pic_021708_nic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well there's nick, idling away like what i've been doing all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm havent been blogging for a long time, as usual, but at least it isn't half as long as the unofficial (aren't they always) hiatus last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so many things, so little time; life can be quite demanding. or i guess it's man that's demanding. i am sorry to say that i have barely started revision yet, and as can be seen, i really really need the revision, or i'll prob do so badly my scores would be trawling the floor of the percentile chart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fear not, the trio of conscience, responsibilty and feearr are here to rescue me! at least i felt a little of it ytd to do one topic of math. i'm seriously a star in slackerdom manzz sigh, and i'm not proud of it. when i get my results back, i'll be biting my lips, trying to think of how to break the awful news to my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and it's shameful to announce that one did not study at all, and thus it's quite a miracle that one is able to get this score at all, HA-HA. now you've got my opinion on this matter, dont doubt my contemptuous silence next time, and go find others to amuse yourself with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gosh i sound so bitter and er sarcastic, sorry again it must be that conscience working on my mind, considering that i've wasted half the day sleeping, another half online, and i'm going out at night later. in short, i've wasted an entire day. sighhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well at least i checked out an album :D and at least i'm meeting you l8r!&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/5559426066595402670-1957861748755078049?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/1957861748755078049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=1957861748755078049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/1957861748755078049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/1957861748755078049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-you-girls.html' title='No You Girls'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UjGcQ0QHyiU/SjoB4dl36iI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9qCclstpFrw/s72-c/pic_021708_nic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-9036212430747281596</id><published>2009-06-01T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:08:11.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Trust Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjGcQ0QHyiU/SiPrAknidKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfRq9zeOCOs/s1600-h/man-on-wire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342371978053579938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjGcQ0QHyiU/SiPrAknidKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfRq9zeOCOs/s320/man-on-wire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very nice picture of a man who has felt the drunk ecstasy of well... many things, but that depends on how you choose to see it :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really admire his sense of adventure, bravery, and passion-the main driving force. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really admire his team who helped him with sneaking up the twin towers to set up the rigs. Must have been real exciting, hiding from guards, doing something illegal, and knowing that they may get caught at any time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really admire his friend jean-louis, who aided him at every step in this 'heist'. How he could have beared to see his friend just an mm away from death on the tightrope, i can't imagine. And yet i can understand it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really admire his gf/wife. For being patient and supportive throughout the months of planning prior to le coop, even though she really didnt want him to do it with all the dangers involved. And for understanding that her bf/husband really had do this, because it's as though he was born to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its moments like this, with your heart in your mouth, that you've felt like you've truly lived. Its passion like this, that gets one somewhere. Wonder if i have it in me to realise my dreams of being a réalisateur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha i hate this post it's so serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-9036212430747281596?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/9036212430747281596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=9036212430747281596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/9036212430747281596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/9036212430747281596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-trust-me.html' title='Dont Trust Me'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UjGcQ0QHyiU/SiPrAknidKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sfRq9zeOCOs/s72-c/man-on-wire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-1181747356147288121</id><published>2009-05-18T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:00:13.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HER MORNING ELEGANCE :)</title><content type='html'>kudos to audrey for introducing probably the greatest song i've ever heard in my life. when i set up a cafe or a small coffee shop tucked away in the corner of a quaint town, that song would definitely be playing, along with other chill-out songs. to match the cosy atmosphere that's so personal yet impersonal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure if i'm even making sense though, i'm just ranting it's 1:45 in the morning, and my brain's screwed from trying to figure out things that i'll probably never be able to, and should never since ignorance of it will seriously benefit me. what i dont know won't kill me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if that's the case i'd rather die a million times over just to know, ignorance will seriously kill me. haha how ironic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna think about it now, or ever for that matter. maybe i'd have been happier if things had not even started. then here we go again, back to the same old argument of better to have experienced it even if it has brought pain rather than not to have experienced it at all, which i have to admit i personally quite agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's leave these serious thoughts for us to ponder alone on rainy days, at a window seat in a crowded bus, staring wistfully outta the window :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once i wish i could be the girl in the song.&lt;br /&gt;she goes...&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to disappear into nothingness amongst the crowd, the nondescript face buying the odd necessity who'll disappear forever after stepping out of the shop-door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i wouldn't be able to feel unhappy. i'm nobody, nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-1181747356147288121?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/1181747356147288121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=1181747356147288121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/1181747356147288121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/1181747356147288121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2009/05/her-morning-elegance.html' title='HER MORNING ELEGANCE :)'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-4312016336821972214</id><published>2009-05-10T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:53:48.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER &amp; OVER (why!!!)</title><content type='html'>can't believe that i'm the fool again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-4312016336821972214?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/4312016336821972214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=4312016336821972214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/4312016336821972214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/4312016336821972214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2009/05/over-over-why.html' title='OVER &amp; OVER (why!!!)'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-2147582637227632850</id><published>2009-05-10T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:57:25.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Slowly :)</title><content type='html'>the victory on wednesday was sweet, in that it was the first victory for my team :) but it's just that: sweet. doesn't even feel like i put it in, doesn't feel great :( but no matter, we still have one last chance; tuesday 12 may 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been equally sweet too, what with me finally doing my h1 math work, and an exciting sleague match :) though it wasnt as "connard"-inducing as the match at the national stadium hahaha inside joke btw if you dont know dont ask i dont wna tarnish my cool reputation haha. bring me out for more matches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys: sa vs mj semi-s at jalan besar, forgot the date but it's on a tuesday (next next tues i think), 430 kickoff. good luck to asyraf, han, and fuqiang aka andrew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the last dash now tuesday would be the day of the reckoning! i dont want this moment to ever end: the inviting prospect of having more time to myself and still having enough to devote some to work, and being able to kick and spend time with yall; both balances each other nicely. SUSHI BUFFET AFTER NATS WHOOHOO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a habit of collecting quote-worthy quotes lately ahah here's one for you the negligible reader :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"moving at the speed of life, we're bound to collide"&lt;br /&gt;haha can you guess whre i got it from? anyone who can guess it will get a drink treat from me! think audrey will get it haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps damnit i'll be missing a lesson and consultation cos of the match on tuesday :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps you see, this is why i hate myself. i'm so bloody contradictory! okay i'll pick 'day and age' over 'sam's town', but nothing, NOTHING at all can beat 'hot fuss'! haha&lt;br /&gt;sigh i'm the most skeptical and act-clever person i have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps ok the pppsss-s getting irritating i know but i just wanted to say that: shaun-the-(self-proclaimed)great agrees that i'm an interesting and (oh my, the horror of it hahahah) cute person! never thought that wld have happened in a million years hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pppps one too many ps, but anh thinks that i can be interesting enough too yay :) no coercion here, i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do they collide?&lt;br /&gt;i ask, and you smile.&lt;br /&gt;With my feet on the dash, the world doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel embarrassed, then i'll be your pride&lt;br /&gt;When you need directions, then i'll the guide&lt;br /&gt;For all time&lt;br /&gt;For all time. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-2147582637227632850?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/2147582637227632850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=2147582637227632850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/2147582637227632850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/2147582637227632850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2009/05/falling-slowly.html' title='Falling Slowly :)'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-179019175152302532</id><published>2009-04-19T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:58:43.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirotic</title><content type='html'>hehe new layout. all thanks to AUDREY! that's the only reason the "audrey is the coolest shizz" is staying in the profile page man, i'm not normally so insane as to allow blatant lies on my blog ;D :P HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i'm too lazy to blog about anything at all that's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leena has converted. no, not to liverpool (though i secretly am quite a liverpool supporter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again man, my fellow star of slackerdom, for the bit from eternal sunshine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEENA: "Somebody's boring me - I think it's me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-179019175152302532?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/179019175152302532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=179019175152302532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/179019175152302532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/179019175152302532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2009/04/mirotic.html' title='Mirotic'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-5295662743448902994</id><published>2009-03-22T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:52:01.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet you there</title><content type='html'>haha my life's quite a mess now. it's like my life is just soccer, you guys, and more soccer. i'm leaving my hw to rot and my studies' a mess now. my room's in an utter mess, i have tons of hw left and i'm kinda sure meena kaur is gna kill me tmr, and the blog's a mess too. now how do you solve that bandwidth exceeded problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ew i sound so emo in the previous entry, sorry for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close to 1, and i'm still surfing the web listening to music, while my pile of homework lies untouched behind me. 2 cans of coffee wont save me even man, tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps YAY man u lost man. twice. unbelievable. i never thought i'd live to see it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps what do you do when you've really truly and totally lost contact with a friend?&lt;br /&gt;        Ans: simple, you do nothing. what a simple thing to say as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-5295662743448902994?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/5295662743448902994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=5295662743448902994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/5295662743448902994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/5295662743448902994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2009/03/meet-you-there.html' title='Meet you there'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-6120941824220463678</id><published>2009-03-07T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:00:04.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passenger Seat</title><content type='html'>i really dont know what to type.. my mind's really just a blank now. feels as if thre's a lot that i wna say, but the words just can't.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha being alone at home has allowed me to reflect, and furthermore it provides a convenient environment for one to wallow in grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to think that we are only of that standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cannot be of that standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda blame myself for it as well, though i have to admit, i dont blame myself all that much for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst, it happened in the little time that i was on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant be so despondent, we still have a pretty long road ahead of us, and pleasant surprises may spring onto our path. Do a good job tmr guys! Fightin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last thing that i would want tmr would be a chance meeting of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i had gone forward...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-6120941824220463678?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/6120941824220463678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=6120941824220463678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/6120941824220463678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/6120941824220463678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2009/03/passenger-seat.html' title='Passenger Seat'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-3478731138875823054</id><published>2009-02-13T06:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:37:58.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day, robots will cry</title><content type='html'>argh so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day in many days that we didnt have trg man. but i went out with them anyway! shucks i'm spending so much time with yall haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benjamin button was good, it kept me awake for the full 3 hrs even though i was damn sleepy, and kinda predicted, before the movie started, that i'll sleep in the cinema like the other time. 3 hrs, without food too! haha tht's quite a miracle man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thks everyone for the vday presents, and thanks jade, for yr beautiful white rose! :D haha thks yitong for yr flower too. seriously, i think i should force open the petals; it's gna rot before it can ever blossom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;:&lt;br /&gt;sorry xiaoniao for going overboard with the joke.. but hey, you gotta admit that the msg was kinda cute+mushy+creative! and the illustrations were cute too, right right right? and not to mention that the handwriting was very nice too right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be pissed k at least we made the effort to humour you! (though i think it's more of a humour to us than to you HAHA). dear vice-capt, stay happy, calm, and uncool. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-3478731138875823054?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/3478731138875823054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=3478731138875823054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/3478731138875823054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/3478731138875823054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-day-robots-will-cry.html' title='one day, robots will cry'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-967299902848347261</id><published>2009-01-29T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:02:26.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit- we'll def pass this next time!</title><content type='html'>reading my posts, i realised that i wouldn't like myself very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been updating for a long time, and of course lots of stuff have happened. but all i've got to say about this period of my life can be summed up in this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate having to depend on others so much, but i seriously can't help it now. haha my friend kinda thinks that we're just one group of bored people who always do homework while waiting for trg. that sucks, and it's so untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, back to gp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-967299902848347261?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/967299902848347261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=967299902848347261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/967299902848347261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/967299902848347261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2009/01/dammit-well-def-pass-this-next-time.html' title='Dammit- we&apos;ll def pass this next time!'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-721480940402343778</id><published>2008-10-15T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:57:32.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human</title><content type='html'>havent been updating for a long long time, and everything has changed in this long time.&lt;br /&gt;i am no longer the leena i know myself to be. but that is trivial stuff. everything around me has changed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just checked out the killers new single-human-from their new album, day and age. is it just me, or does it really suck? everyone online seems to be raving bout it though, like how they've finally listened to their critics from their sam's town album and how its comparable to mr. brightside bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy sht man, is everyone deaf or what? i'd rather the killers never listened to the critics in the first place, i'd take the sam's town album over human anytime! what happened to the good old days where songs actually sounded nice and not weird? and dont even talk about it being comparable to mr. brightside man, if mr. brightside's heaven, human would be hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe it's just me and my ears. but stuff on the radio do not sound nice now too. (not that i listen to the radio. but really, what's so shameful about listening to the radio, and why is everyone vehemently insisting that they listen to music but definitely do not listen to the radio?) bloc party's mercury, i think, really sucks. though it has a political meaning very nicely embedded in its video. kudos to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone is trying to be different, unique, so as to become outstanding. i shall not elaborate, i fear i shall offend whole societies if i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-721480940402343778?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/721480940402343778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=721480940402343778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/721480940402343778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/721480940402343778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2008/10/human.html' title='Human'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-6333012138799536346</id><published>2008-09-17T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:21:42.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN MEMORIAM - LES CHORISTES</title><content type='html'>been reading my past posts, and i got the weird idea that someone reading my first post would think that i call myself "lily", cos of the title "lily dreams on". anw, just to clear that up, i am not lily and do not aspire to be a lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're all song titles, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and man, do i hate blogging! whatever i do in life, i do it for myselon and i certainly do not wish to share it with others. okay i know i sound a tad bit uptight and anti-social here, but i've been really anti-social lately. guess i'm back to the old days of not sharing my music, because it's so beautiful and i'm so selfish i do not want others to be able to revel in its beauty. so why am i still keeping this blog, you, the inquisitive reader asks. i'm not gna answer that one, because i'm being difficult here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp was not bad but i JUST HAD to screw it up! counter-argument paragraph was a measly 4 lines, rushed out in the last minute of the one half hour essay paper. and let's not get to comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things i wna do, but promos stand in the way. hmm, do you think it's time to do what you do best, leena?&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes its just so hard to reconcile old-school or traditional stuff in the modern world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another setback today, but i'm not that sad. i've resigned myself to my multitudinous incapabilities. aw audrey dont be sad. though these 5 words would not change your mood in the slightest way, well i'm feeling that too, just not that much? haha it's up to you to get out of this rut, nothing i say will help, so cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaningless post full of random rantings. another dose of random-ness for you negligible readers (make of negligible what you want to make of it): i am so very obssessed with the music i'm listening to right now, it's as if i cant survive a moment of my idle life without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's very disturbing, considering how i'm self-sufficient i am (or at least, that's what i hope i am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit it's just so very weird to be a fan of rachmaninoff on facebook. he's dead, and he doesnt belong in this facebook-ed modern world we live in today! another classic example of the difficulty in reconciling olden and modern stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; audrey, dont listen to the sudden of light, i dont think you'll like it. my, how contradictory i am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-6333012138799536346?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/6333012138799536346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=6333012138799536346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/6333012138799536346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/6333012138799536346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-memoriam-les-choristes.html' title='IN MEMORIAM - LES CHORISTES'/><author><name>leena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04311526235300378461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5559426066595402670.post-6381989154977739759</id><published>2008-09-02T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:48:00.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Of Light</title><content type='html'>whoa late nights again, and i'm not even spending the extra time awake doing useful stuff!&lt;br /&gt;man i hadn't even planned on using the com in the first place, but the physics test made me come online. it MADE me, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i ended up staying here longer than i intended to, and i'm currently mucking around pissing a dog off on msn. and listening to sudden of light, which has been on replay for about, a 100 times? and blogging, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. can't believe i didnt catch the shine &amp;amp; shine &amp;amp; shine &amp;amp; shine. AND i missed the riverboat thing too. what a waste of my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz maybe i should get down to doing some work, for once. STOP SLACKNG, STOP TEETERING ON THE EDGE DUDE YOU'RE NOT GNA LIKE IT WHEN YOU FIND YRSELF IN A CLASS FULL OF J1 KIDDOS THE NEXT BLOODY YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey, listen to sudden of light, i'm pretty sure you'd like it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-6381989154977739759?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/6381989154977739759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=6381989154977739759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5559426066595402670/posts/default/6381989154977739759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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last stayed up to waste time online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha came online right smack at 3, andddd i found...... ah cheong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall profess my undying love for the joker in the teacher's day costume competition when i blog tmr, plus i'll put up the piccies i took!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i know you think that blogging everyday is loserish, but who cares, we only used to be friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-8418226817310619440?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/8418226817310619440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5559426066595402670&amp;postID=8418226817310619440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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like huiyi and ningxin are unnecessarily sceptical when i tell them that "yay i've a new blog, i revived it!", but i guess they're kinda right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the picture is gorgeous, and i'm about to launch into an explanation on why i think it's gorgeous, but i think you people can see it for yourself. it's... beautiful. the lone ranger sitting on the bench... presumably me since i'm the owner of the blog... i like how he's/she's alone, admiring the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of the night sky in aussie, and of my obsession with the clair de lune. it seems like such a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au calme clair de lune triste et beau&lt;br /&gt;-the still moonlight, sad and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw i guess i've been listening to too many slow emo songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sht now i'm pissed. i've been downloading natsume ep6 for an hour due to the very sucky connection in my room, and because it's of some stupid obscure extension, i cant open it at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i havent seen audrey in eons. i've been waking up l8 and coming&lt;br /&gt;to school late, and the only good answer i can write in the "how many times have you been late" column was simply, "many". hope i wont be made to go for multiple counselling sessions (oh, the horror of it)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've just missed the shine&amp;amp;shine&amp;amp;shine&amp;amp;shine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5559426066595402670-2266534399152960253?l=nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurazleenabteramli.blogspot.com/feeds/2266534399152960253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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