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3 words, 8 letters... say it, and I'm yours.
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    Quotes: Get up before my time, go back to sleep again. Got nothing more to do than hope I dream of you. At least these dreams seem real.


    I have a 'E' alphabet.
    Sunday, January 24, 2010, 1:22 PM
    I'm tired looking at people spelled my name wrong. Either they missed the alphabet 'E' or they spelled it as 'Hazmi'. My name is Azmie with an 'E' behind.
    -_-

    Not only that, they also pronounce my name wrong.

    How the Malays pronounce my name ; Ask-me (Which is correct)
    How the Chinese(s) pronounce my name ; Ah-zeh-mi (Seriously?)
    How the Eurasians pronounce my name ; Haze-me (Woah?)


    This Is War by 30STM can narrate my life. I got the CD last month, and it quickly became my favorite album. Every lyric written in it is genius. I can relate to every word it says. Everything since school started has felt like a battle that I’m still unsure of who the winner is. I put this album on every day after school on the bus, and I realize the lyrics describe what I just went through. I’m not talking about the “fight with my best friend” or “I failed a test” things at school, but the other, intense, deeper things. The lying, the bad talk by not only kids, but teachers. It’s the little comfort in my day.