<?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-33324480</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:20:59.773+08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='pics'/><category term='complains'/><category term='media'/><category term='revision'/><category term='reality'/><category term='stress'/><category term='syf'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='exams'/><category term='tutor'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='random'/><category term='unlucky'/><category term='videos'/><category term='r'/><category term='rants'/><category term='experience'/><category term='films'/><category term='school'/><category term='photos'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='presentation'/><category term='frustrations'/><category term='bitching'/><category term='tasks'/><category term='extra'/><category term='products'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='tests'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='food'/><category term='sux'/><category term='surveys'/><category term='video log'/><category term='hiatus'/><category term='blogskin'/><category term='emo'/><category term='massacre'/><category term='wants'/><category term='tv'/><category term='movie clips'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='forgive'/><category term='update'/><category term='announcements'/><title type='text'>asyraf</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>376</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-8023036841499716554</id><published>2009-09-13T07:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:57:26.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of unbelievable temptations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw1QZoKymI/AAAAAAAABdk/qkNbV8-Vtok/s1600-h/the+vampire+diaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw1QZoKymI/AAAAAAAABdk/qkNbV8-Vtok/s320/the+vampire+diaries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380734210674444898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw1L4aQBuI/AAAAAAAABdc/nzoyHi1PYbA/s1600-h/the+vampire+diaries+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw1L4aQBuI/AAAAAAAABdc/nzoyHi1PYbA/s320/the+vampire+diaries+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380734133038221026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw1HcQQ8OI/AAAAAAAABdU/67KgXqzGNN4/s1600-h/the+beautiful+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw1HcQQ8OI/AAAAAAAABdU/67KgXqzGNN4/s320/the+beautiful+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380734056760668386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw1DGDglzI/AAAAAAAABdM/Bifffw5jKE8/s1600-h/the+beautiful+life+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw1DGDglzI/AAAAAAAABdM/Bifffw5jKE8/s320/the+beautiful+life+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380733982082111282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw096rf6EI/AAAAAAAABdE/rl3MGT7jp84/s1600-h/melrose+place.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw096rf6EI/AAAAAAAABdE/rl3MGT7jp84/s320/melrose+place.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380733893129267266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw034hTm1I/AAAAAAAABc8/ZtOJOSKReKI/s1600-h/melrose+place+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw034hTm1I/AAAAAAAABc8/ZtOJOSKReKI/s320/melrose+place+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380733789470432082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-8023036841499716554?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/8023036841499716554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=8023036841499716554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8023036841499716554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8023036841499716554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-unbelievable-temptations.html' title='of unbelievable temptations'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sqw1QZoKymI/AAAAAAAABdk/qkNbV8-Vtok/s72-c/the+vampire+diaries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-620464765030455813</id><published>2009-08-30T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T01:35:45.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of the word because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;because everyone leads a double life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because everyone leads a double life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because everyone leads a double life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because everyone leads a double life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because everyone leads a double life&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/33324480-620464765030455813?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/620464765030455813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=620464765030455813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/620464765030455813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/620464765030455813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-shall-cease-to-exist-until-whenever.html' title='of the word because'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-8095466264899758722</id><published>2009-08-23T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:44:55.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FINALLY:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:                              &lt;span id="PresenceContainer"&gt;                                          &lt;img src="" id="P___1296664919" webimdisplaystyle="inline" style="display: none;" /&gt;                     &lt;b&gt;ttbfn@tpl.com.sg&lt;/b&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Asyraf,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We do have stock of Vogue US September issue( Charlize Theron on the cover) , retail price is $12.90 and Harper's Bazaar US September issue( Leighton Meester) , priced at $14.40. As for Australian Vogue, we still have not received the September issue. The retail price is $10.10. There are no specific or scheduled dates for magazines but we received our August issue on the 6th of August. So i'm assuming that we'll receive our September issue around that date next month. If you want, we can inforrm you when the new issue comes in. Please let me know if you'd like us to reserve the 2 magazines for you as stocks are limited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thank you &amp;amp; Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Times Funan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;63372833&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-8095466264899758722?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/8095466264899758722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=8095466264899758722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8095466264899758722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8095466264899758722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-ttbfntpl.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-736775434196060871</id><published>2009-08-22T17:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:53:43.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of hypocritical beings</title><content type='html'>I think that religion is not something that you can force upon anyone. People can choose to believe in what they believe in, and people can choose to believe in what they don't believe in. So, I think it's completely pointless for people to try to force upon their beliefs onto you. I think the realisation for the need of religion will dawn upon people at different times in their life. So, what I'm trying to say is, there's no point in someone practicing religion if it's forced upon them. And technically, doing things while actually saying that you're practicing a certain religion does not make you a good person. It just makes you a hypocritical one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNQu9rP7xwI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNQu9rP7xwI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-736775434196060871?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/736775434196060871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=736775434196060871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/736775434196060871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/736775434196060871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-hypocritical-beings.html' title='of hypocritical beings'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-2417458017510713117</id><published>2009-08-16T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:27:12.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of spending too much money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sobhdjcc87I/AAAAAAAABcw/djdXLTQyGTk/s1600-h/HB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sobhdjcc87I/AAAAAAAABcw/djdXLTQyGTk/s400/HB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370227503532929970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, that's a lot of flipping to go through.&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/33324480-2417458017510713117?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/2417458017510713117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=2417458017510713117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2417458017510713117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2417458017510713117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-spending-too-much-money.html' title='of spending too much money'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sobhdjcc87I/AAAAAAAABcw/djdXLTQyGTk/s72-c/HB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3621420612843178222</id><published>2009-08-11T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:18:06.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of precarious situations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SoGLdUNHvcI/AAAAAAAABco/biEvmXMObGg/s1600-h/kayak+and+shark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SoGLdUNHvcI/AAAAAAAABco/biEvmXMObGg/s400/kayak+and+shark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368725566558551490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, that, my friend, is a feeling that's never really gone away.&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/33324480-3621420612843178222?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3621420612843178222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3621420612843178222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3621420612843178222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3621420612843178222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-precarious-situations.html' title='of precarious situations'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SoGLdUNHvcI/AAAAAAAABco/biEvmXMObGg/s72-c/kayak+and+shark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6550584422574929710</id><published>2009-08-10T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:33:10.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of being on top</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SoAFEjZKwcI/AAAAAAAABcg/kUI9foFhcyg/s1600-h/MNTM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SoAFEjZKwcI/AAAAAAAABcg/kUI9foFhcyg/s400/MNTM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368296331604050370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, tomorrow's the day to crown Meridian's Next Top Model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who is it gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's gonna be on top?&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/33324480-6550584422574929710?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6550584422574929710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6550584422574929710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6550584422574929710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6550584422574929710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-being-on-top.html' title='of being on top'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SoAFEjZKwcI/AAAAAAAABcg/kUI9foFhcyg/s72-c/MNTM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-4177106538450023864</id><published>2009-08-09T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:07:05.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of distorted reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sn7lJOSbH9I/AAAAAAAABcY/liaRJ35Meco/s1600-h/times-square-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sn7lJOSbH9I/AAAAAAAABcY/liaRJ35Meco/s400/times-square-1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367979752489164754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most unpatriotic thing to do is to post a photograph of another city that is not your own on the day of your country's independence. Ooops, my bet that I don't feel anything for this country. And what happened to all the cheesy pledge-taking stunt that was never meant to be. I didn't see anyone stop what they were doing and recite the pledge. It was a good try, but a total failure. And shucks, I have a pimple on my nose. Need-it-to-clear-soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-4177106538450023864?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/4177106538450023864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=4177106538450023864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4177106538450023864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4177106538450023864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-distorted-reality.html' title='of distorted reality'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sn7lJOSbH9I/AAAAAAAABcY/liaRJ35Meco/s72-c/times-square-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3477856736269892548</id><published>2009-08-07T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:51:40.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of dreams and hopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SnwB1FK6-tI/AAAAAAAABcA/g_hx4xluAoM/s1600-h/natalia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SnwB1FK6-tI/AAAAAAAABcA/g_hx4xluAoM/s200/natalia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367166867351468754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I'm going to buy my first ever Harpers Bazaar UK, because of the stunning Natalia Vodianova on the cover. I've never really liked her, because when I first started liking fashion, she was very over-hyped, like Agyness Deyn, but less annoying. Then, her body of work made me realise how good a model she is, and reading interviews and watching videos, made me realise how humble she actually is. So, for the sake of my first ever Harpers Bazaar UK, I will fast(i.e not spend money in school otherwise necessary) for me to be able to get hold of this magazine, alongside the other September issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day was celebrated in college today, and unsurprisingly enough, I wasn't at all inspired. Sitting in a lecture theatre with 2 movie screenings, which were more documentary than actual films, was what the college had in mind to instill a sense of patriotism in the students. In Naeem's words, "Nice try, but BOO!" And taking a pledge on Sunday at 8.22pm does not make you a Singaporean. There's just too much hype surrounding all these celebrations that it's like cheesy pizza with parmesan overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a patriotic Singaporean reading this blog, I'm sorry that I don't feel the same way as you do. There's no need to shove National Education down the throat of us people who aren't the least bit interested. National Day to me, is just a day where everyone decides to don the colour red, and show their sense of love for this country. A bit superficial don't you think. Only a day in the whole entire year dedicated to honouring the country. A day where kiasu Singaporeans go to the floating platform and the area surrounding it to catch glimpse of performances by students being forced to do all the shit. &lt;s&gt;A day where the Esplanade area is not infested by mats and minahs, but by families.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A day for me to sleep in.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3477856736269892548?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3477856736269892548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3477856736269892548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3477856736269892548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3477856736269892548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-dreams-and-hopes.html' title='of dreams and hopes'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SnwB1FK6-tI/AAAAAAAABcA/g_hx4xluAoM/s72-c/natalia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-2158106490687036524</id><published>2009-08-06T21:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:07:19.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of love and obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Obssesion is not love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But obsession is so much more attractive than love"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dr Melissa Saradetch&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/33324480-2158106490687036524?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/2158106490687036524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=2158106490687036524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2158106490687036524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2158106490687036524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-love-and-obsessions.html' title='of love and obsessions'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-7345657835589442704</id><published>2009-08-05T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:06:19.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of heartbreaks and hotels</title><content type='html'>It absolutely hurts my heart to type this post out because I'm criticizing the ultimate queen bee that has ever lived on this planet. WTF has happened to Harpers Bazaar? First it was Angelina Jolie's red carpet snapshot that got the cover instead of the beautiful Doutzen Kroes(whom I still don't like after her mainstream crossover to VS) and now this cheap shot of Leighton. Why is this happening? Bazaar is a celebrity fronted fashion magazine and I'm fine with that. But to downgrade every single issue until its nothing more than a tacky shot in a tacky gold dress with the bronzed look and an equally ugly background is just too much. I mean seriously. Somehow, I feel US Bazaar isn't worth the money, since it's now jacked up to prices higher than previous months due to air fright costs. But i'm still gonna hopefully get my hands on this issue since it's the September issue and every September issue is worth the money becasue of the amount of advertisment pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, MNTM was a success, although it didn't start on time, and there were a few hiccups that were managed to be solved. It was tiring just holding one event, even in the air-conditioned photog room. I wonder how the House Comm people manage to do it, on an everyday basis, running around the school, for a perisod of 2 weeks. *cues superman theme song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GAP inspired photshoot was a fun one, although contestants came up with their very own interpretation of what GAP is. Gary's inspiration was GAP meets China, so he had eyebrows drawn like Chinese Opera and cloth and many outfit changes. Nizam's interpretation was more Levis due to the leather jacket, and Soleil's was very H&amp;amp;M. Asaad was super GAP, with Shuyin being GAP going to sleep look, and Sharifah's was so Forever 21. It was super fun, super hectic, super laughable, and super entertaining that MNTM should be made an MJC tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG, that's be super cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-7345657835589442704?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/7345657835589442704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=7345657835589442704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7345657835589442704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7345657835589442704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-heartbreaks-and-hotels.html' title='of heartbreaks and hotels'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-7910814899187832721</id><published>2009-08-04T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:07:56.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of truth and revelations</title><content type='html'>Today was a mad scramble to get all the MNTM contestants' number, and also texting them about all they need to know to get prepared for their photoshoot tomorrow. So hopefully, all goes well tomorrow. Before that, would like to thank the house committee people for like spoon-feeding us with all we need and also especially to danial for always checking up to see our progress. Things are so gonna be freaking awesome tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Asaad one funny fella. His humour is a dry one and although he doesn't try to make people laugh, he just does, with how he acts, and the way he pronounce and enunciate his words. So basically, what I'm trying to say is that I'm not laughing at him, but with him. Anyways, I think this guy can;t wait for his MNTM debut. He practically brought his wardrobe down to ask the drama girls for their valuable opinions. As in cca drama girls and not drama-mama girls. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Atlas is leading Funfestique. Go ATLAS! Actually tied with Callisto, but doesn't matter because we used to always trail behind and now we're leading, even though it's only the first day of events. I don't understand why i'm even blogging about house-related activities here. Got to go, Literature test qn was leaked and hell yeah I'm gonna mug for that and show Dr S that "I'm a good student, as well as a good student leader."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-7910814899187832721?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/7910814899187832721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=7910814899187832721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7910814899187832721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7910814899187832721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-truth-and-revelations.html' title='of truth and revelations'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6192505801386282222</id><published>2009-08-03T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:12:00.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me just start by congratulating the Atlas team who won the Meridian All Stars Challenge. And yes, you guessed it right, I'm on the team. We finished pretty quickly, and was just hanging around looking at the other matches and games like netball and "so you think you can run", which turned out to be a nine person race. As usual, Atlas was dramatic and when the ropes unraveled, the house committee people decide to make a "you'll never walk alone" moment by walking hand in hand with the contestants. I know, how awesome are our house committee members:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arts tee-shirt finally came today, and when Nizam brought the big box full of shirts into the canteen to be distributed, all eyes were on us. Typical. Anyways, it's really super nice, and I'm wearing it on Wednesday, which also brings me to Meridian's Next Top Model photoshoot. It's gonna be so much fun, and I'm sitting in on the photoshoot. Theme: GAP-inspired advertisment. Super chic, super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm super tired from all the running just now. But then, there's still PW, Econs essay, Mathematics tutorial, Literature essay and College Publications, as well as Funfestique stuff to do. Oh, and on top of that, MJC 2010 Open House proposal. Early much? At this rate, when's the time for serious promos revision? The perils of the life of a JC student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-6192505801386282222?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6192505801386282222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6192505801386282222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6192505801386282222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6192505801386282222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-me-just-start-by-congratulating.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-2734125752230635191</id><published>2009-08-02T17:21:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:37:03.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September is the January in Fashion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SnVeMfIEI8I/AAAAAAAABbo/L9on5DieZ1Y/s1600-h/septissueposter_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SnVeMfIEI8I/AAAAAAAABbo/L9on5DieZ1Y/s200/septissueposter_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365298099688580034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SnVcQamoilI/AAAAAAAABbg/ThjGpkB9dGU/s1600-h/septissueposter_large.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tq4wo4JYy2s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SnVcQamoilI/AAAAAAAABbg/ThjGpkB9dGU/s1600-h/septissueposter_large.png"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tq4wo4JYy2s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="353" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-2734125752230635191?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/2734125752230635191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=2734125752230635191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2734125752230635191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2734125752230635191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/september-is-january-in-fashion.html' title='September is the January in Fashion.'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SnVeMfIEI8I/AAAAAAAABbo/L9on5DieZ1Y/s72-c/septissueposter_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3242091216376284587</id><published>2009-08-02T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:47:03.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Technically, yesterday's meeting did not go as bad as I had expected it to be. But, there was still that degree of rotten-ness that I'm still feeling. This is like the first time that I'm failing so badly for examinations. I was lucky that my parents were not able to make it, so my sister was the one who had met with Ms Pearlyn and Dr S. If it had been my mom, I would have been a dead meat smeared with coriander that is roasted over an open fire in the middle of a forest for a campfire to feed a group of hungry campers. I bet I'll taste delicious. But anyhows, I am just glad my sister was there. Although I wish like killing her 75% of the time, i'm still grateful for her presence. Say awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that one hurdle is over, and I'm here to concentrate for the Promos. There is no way in hell that I'm going to get retained. No way, because I just can't. I'd rather die that be retained. Like one of my good friends said when I was talking to him, quote on quote, "You'd kill yourself before your parents kill you." Oh, how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned my closet, again. This is the 4th time this year I'm clearing out my closet. This time the arrangement was home clothes and new clothes in different compartments, instead of separating the clothes according to type(i.e shirts vs pants) like the previous time. OCD much? Yeah, I guess so. And I found this red tartan-esque shirt in the depth of my dad's cupboard while searching for messenger bags, and it's so nice I'm gonna wear it as an outerwear sometime. Maybe for Lady Gaga? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meridian's Next Top Model photoshoot is this Wednesday. Super freaking excited since I'm organising it. The theme for the photoshoot is clean cut American. So think of photoshoots along the lines of Gap advertisments and Michael Kors, although MK is really so boring he's got no new ideas I wonder why Heidi Klum always refers to him as the great American designer because he is so not since there's newer designers that are so much more insightful like Alexander Wang and the Mulleavy sister for Rodarte. Wow, that's a long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a post for the day is done. Connie just called to say Meridian All Stars is tomorrow and I don't know what I had just signed up for. Going to do my maths tutorial and Geography notes now. What happened to living life? Apparently it revolves around tutorials now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3242091216376284587?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3242091216376284587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3242091216376284587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3242091216376284587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3242091216376284587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/08/technically-yesterdays-meeting-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-5353345523448770050</id><published>2009-07-29T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:00:54.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was such an adrenaline rush to walk in the middle of the hall, with all eyes on you. That feeling of "I want to do that all over again" running through your veins once that moment is over. I can understand why models do what they do for as long as they can do it. The feeling is so awesome you cannot comprehend it enough. All I remembered from walking just now was me staring straight ahead, and then hearing on my left Gary shouting "Work it, Asyraf." It was a WTF moment for a second but I didn't look at him but instead continued to march on. But his comment was like this catalyst that made me stomp that hall walkway even harder. It was my time to shine, and I'm going to take it in the best I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of ironic for me to be in this situation right now. I was not the person with the best CCA record in secondary school. heck, I'd have to say I had one of the worst ones. But when I came to MJ, I knew what I wanted to do. I found my calling through College Publications. Yes, I may complain and whine about the amount of administrative work that I've to complete, but at the same time, I'm doing what I love doing. I can see me doing this - editing articles, giving instructions on how a story should go about - for as long as I'm able to do it. There's this sense of accomplishment when you make an unsubstancial piece of news turn into a worthy article. That's the adrenaline rush of being a journalist, and I swear to god, I'd not be living my life to the fullest if I'm not doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Ranice's eye candy made a presentation just now and she was all squeal-y like a lolita girl. Note I'm using this word in GP sense and so, you get my drift. After the Funfestique proposal, there's  the Open House 2010 proposal that I've to hand in by 5th August. I shall not complain, since this is the time where we advertise the CCA. Frankly, College Publications does not need advertisment because writers would usually just flutter to this CCA becasue it's the most natural thing to do, to build up your portfolio. The theme, as usual, is Brazilian, and I have a few ideas of what I might be planning for this open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From College Publications to Project Work, I'm happy with the progress that my team has made thus far. We've completed the 1st of 2 parts of our Written Report, and we're ahead of time for this week's submission, which is a good thing since the Consolidation Exercise is this week. To be honest, tests in JC are so much worse than even the actual O-Levels, which by now, is already so passe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one last thing. Appreciation Dinner. Y/N?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-5353345523448770050?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/5353345523448770050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=5353345523448770050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5353345523448770050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5353345523448770050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-was-such-adrenaline-rush-to-walk-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-7366879493701545364</id><published>2009-06-26T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:34:21.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bad coughing = Sore throat&lt;br /&gt;Lost my voice yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Headache&lt;br /&gt;Fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;ASYRAF&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/33324480-7366879493701545364?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/7366879493701545364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=7366879493701545364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7366879493701545364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7366879493701545364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-coughing-sore-throat-lost-my-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6840961161640500819</id><published>2009-05-31T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:32:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not available</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRE-UNIVERSITY SEMINAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1 - June 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s Colosseum pictures are up on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s The rest of the crazy pictures will be up by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.s GP M.Y.E is tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.p.s Yes, I'm following Erfi's style with this shiz.&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/33324480-6840961161640500819?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6840961161640500819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6840961161640500819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6840961161640500819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6840961161640500819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/05/away-pre-university-seminar-june-1-june.html' title='not available'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-7443989590649505338</id><published>2009-05-28T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:14:43.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not done yet.</title><content type='html'>I have not uploaded pictures from Colosseum.&lt;br /&gt;I have not been practicing mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to finish reading and understanding The Taming of the Shrew.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few more chapters for Wuthering Heights.&lt;br /&gt;I have not packed my bag/s for Pre-U Seminar.&lt;br /&gt;I have not gotten my white shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to finish planning for J2s farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;I have administrative stuffs to finish for College Publications.&lt;br /&gt;I have not done much reading in preparation for GP exam.&lt;br /&gt;I have GPP to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to my life?&lt;br /&gt;It's floating by like a piece of cardboard in the open sea, changing directions as the wind blows over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-7443989590649505338?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/7443989590649505338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=7443989590649505338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7443989590649505338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7443989590649505338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-done-yet.html' title='not done yet.'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3232212907247315124</id><published>2009-05-25T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:12:21.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3-2</title><content type='html'>MJ lost 3-2 to VJ. Well, MJ was good, although by the 2nd half of the match, VJ was taking control and was firing more shots. So, what happens to a particular article that is supposed to be published in the next issue of Musings with MJ winning in mind? I'm thinking of scraping it, but I got to consult the team first. At most, we'll shorten it to be a regular 1 page article instead of a feature, and something about "sportmanship" and "team-spirit" will be written. Cliche much? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be a pretty hectic week, with the badminton boys finals tomorrow and Colosseum on Wednesday. Followed by an *ahem**ahem* on Thursday, with Pre-U seminar shopping on Friday + GPP submission, as well as Ranice's birthday on Saturday. And yes, add the GP MYEs to that equation, and yes, that equates to a screwed up life led by a typical JC sudent in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not to forget, MOOKS is a stupid shop at The Heerens. Ranice's hair is considered to be illegal according to MJ's standard. Bates will be Miss PMS *inside joke* because I handed in my essay late. And Mr Low made me read Katherina's part during tutorial just now. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm going to pinch Nizam at least twice a day this whole week, because this bloody boy has been abusing me this past week. Wait, until I unleash the "auntie-ness" of Della, as played by none other than Suu. And Naeem, you're so bitchy, I like. And oh, crushes are being formed in class. &lt;s&gt;SEXY&lt;/s&gt; SCANDALOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3232212907247315124?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3232212907247315124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3232212907247315124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3232212907247315124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3232212907247315124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-2.html' title='3-2'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-5329571943138529484</id><published>2009-05-23T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:34:12.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the verge</title><content type='html'>Pardon me for not updating for the past 2 days since school's being a bitch. Atlas cheerleaders just got screwed over after "boss" decided to ban gymnastics stunts for the cheerleading finals on Colosseum Day, which is roughly in 4 days time. When 3/4 of your house's routine contains stunts, you can't help but feel the pressure that they're feeling, especially when you friends are the one who are getting screwed over and who look all stressed out. And all this because of a single complaint from a parent. I mean, come on, your child, whoever that kid may be, is already, legally, able to make her/his own decisions at the age of 17, and you are still worried if he/she suffer a scratch from cheerleading. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the blazer fitting yesterday, and also the college publications tee-shirt. After that, I tagged Suu, Connie and Alphonsus to Lavender to go to Concourse to get the supplies for Atlas mascot for Colosseum Day. Funny thing is, the shopping part of Concourse was demolished, so we walked to Bugis, and then, trained to Little India, where that party shop is now located. Unfortunately, the shop was closed by the time we reached there, so we were all kind of tired and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to when I got home, and something happened, and I lost my cool, and I just told my parents I was going out to study at airport and I did. Managed to finish my Literature essays, and GP essay, and also did revision for maths. And seriously, mats and minahs should buzz off from studying locations like the airport because fact of a matter is, they're not there for studying. They're just there to fill up the spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm still tired, since I got home at 10, and got like 3 hours of sleep, but sleep can wait, since GPP is calling out my name. And Economics essay too. I swear to god that this week has probably been the most stressul week of my life thus far, with many more to come. And to that someone, don't be a prissy bitch, although you're a guy, and just own up to your responsibility. I can't be bothered with you no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-5329571943138529484?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/5329571943138529484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=5329571943138529484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5329571943138529484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5329571943138529484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/05/verge.html' title='the verge'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3671533245607845223</id><published>2009-05-20T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:31:27.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one ball-ess</title><content type='html'>I realise that I'm able to hit the tennis ball with the racquet. Meaning to say, although I don't play tennis, I know how to play the game. And it's a really fun game to play, that is if you can hit the ball, instead of running after the ball. Tuesday wasn't the first time that I played tennis per se, but it was my best showing. Haha:) I guess the lessons I had when I was 9 stayed with me, and were unleashed on that fateful Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a relatively short day, as in extremely short, but of course, my stay in college was dragged due to commitments I made. Extremely happy with today's meeting, and it was very fruitful, since we've basically brainstormed and pretty much agreed upon the contents for the next Musings@Meridian. I'm really truly hoping to make it look like a real, truly professional magazine, and not some run of the mill school magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures weren't a drag, since I had fun conducting an impromtu fashion lecture before Literature lecture on Taming of The Shrew. The Tyra in me came out, and I conducted lessons on "smiling with your eyes", "hoochie pose vs high fashion" and "model basics". Unfortunately, the lesson was cut short as Mr Low came in. But, seriously, it was all in good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double GP for tomorrow has been canceled. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. Unfortunately, the essay still has to be submitted in by friday, together with GPP and literature essay. But whatever, the more pressing issue is how to get from choa chu kang back home, after the badminton match. Providing one way transport is just plain stupidity on the college's part. Now I'm angry, and nothing good ever comes out when the queen is angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s CONNIE, SOMETIMES YOUR LINK DOESN'T WORK. FIX IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3671533245607845223?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3671533245607845223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3671533245607845223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3671533245607845223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3671533245607845223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-ball-ess.html' title='one ball-ess'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3503625683941265841</id><published>2009-05-19T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:08:16.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>storytelling</title><content type='html'>Bitch name: Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: A representation of something rising from the ashes. A rebirth of some sort, to signify a new life. To be used as a gauge of the relationship between little Cathy Linton and Hareton Earnshaw, whom, at first was divided by the social traditions and class of the Victorian age, before finally settling down together after the death of Linton, little Cathy's first husband, who was also her first cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This relationship, though different, can be mirrored with that of the relationship of their fore-bearers, Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff, the devil child who was picked up on the barren streets of Liverpool. A twisted morality of life, Catherine roams the plains between hell and earth, in the hopes of finding her true love. Heathcliff on the other hand, unable to move on from the grief caused by the death of his beloved, lived the life of a man in solitude. A man broken by his desire to seek true love - in the form of a dead woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QN: What happened to simple storytelling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3503625683941265841?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3503625683941265841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3503625683941265841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3503625683941265841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3503625683941265841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/05/storytelling.html' title='storytelling'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-2286006825573758767</id><published>2009-05-17T00:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:51:48.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been talking, but not listening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes it's 12.29am and yes I'm supposed to be sleeping but I just felt the urge to write. I was on Facebook doing the usually things one can do with Facebook, like the "How Well Do You Know so-and-so" and it dawned on me - I've been talking too much, I've not been listening. The quizzes were all in good fun and all, but come on, it does signify a certain little something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the setter of the quiz decides to be an asshole and just create nonsensical, fake quizzes, there are some truth to the legitimacy of those quizzes right? More often than not, for most of the questions I did for my own quiz, it was based upon passing remarks I made in school. And if people had actually listened, the probability of getting a 100% is 1. The same goes to the quizzes of other people. If only I had listened, I wouldn't feel guilty of not passing the quizzes. Heck, I'll be confident to say that if I'd listened,  I would have gotten that full 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny to me how a simple quiz on Facebook made me realise a true lesson in life. I've been talking too much, that I've not been listening. Therefore, I think I should change, but not the essence of me, but just change how I would normally react in situations. Somehow, to really make someone feel as though they mean something to you, the best way is to just listen to them, and not talk when they're talking. Of course interaction is good, but what good does talking bring if there's no communication? Communication is not just about talking, it's about listening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a random post, and trust me to talk about this at midnight. But I guess sometimes, lessons in life hits you at any point of time. Mine just did, at 12.29 am, on a Sunday morning. *cue the Maroon 5 song now!*&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/33324480-2286006825573758767?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/2286006825573758767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=2286006825573758767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2286006825573758767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2286006825573758767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-talking-but-not-listening.html' title='i&apos;ve been talking, but not listening.'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-5526722600145150168</id><published>2009-05-16T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:03:39.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Supposed To...</title><content type='html'>I told you all that I'll sleep in and boy did i make good use of my promise. Waking up at 2pm made my body ache like crazy, but who cares. I GOT TO SLEEP! That's a sentence that has rarely been used, and to me, it's considered a certain luxury reserved for the weekend. Anyways, I've been having weird, but satisfying dreams lately. Like, how I woke up just now feeling full although I've not eaten because I had a dream in which I was attending a buffet and I just stuffed myself with food. That's an ape shit dream I wish i have every bloody day so I don't have to eat real food. Or the dream I had last week, where I found a dress in my closet and I went crazy over it. HAHA, that was one hell of a hilarious dream. But enough about dreams, it's time to snap back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realise I've been spewing bimbotic one-liners in school I could give Jessica Simpson a run for her money. Seriously, I must change to be the "epitome of seriousness and deepness", just like Connie. When Erfi and Syaf asked me who's the perfect woman I want to be with, I immediately said Hilary Duff. How dumb was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm still searching for a really nice blogskin, and although this will do, it's only for the time being. I'm still supposed to be researching for more GPP information for the next draft, but yet I'm here, blogging and facebooking. GAH, I hate the internet for allowing me to access blogger and facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAMANNA!&lt;/span&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/33324480-5526722600145150168?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/5526722600145150168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=5526722600145150168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5526722600145150168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5526722600145150168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-supposed-to.html' title='Not Supposed To...'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6666274372458350717</id><published>2009-05-15T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:45:27.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Scarcity</title><content type='html'>Saying that sleep is a luxury to me this week is an absolute understatement. When you get less than an hour's sleep on average for 4 days straight, you're being led to a dazed and confused mindframe, and that's where lectures just whiz past without you realising it. So, I fully intend to sleep in until afternoon tomorrow, before waking up and start panicking about literature test and JCT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the ghost of my past has caught up with me, and it's the disdain for mathematics. I am going to fail the test without a doubt, since (a) I didn't practice the tutorials, (b) I was doing my GPP into the wee hours of the morning, and (c) I was home only at 11pm since Much Ado About Nothing was held at Fort Canning Park. The play by itself was alright, although it got into this whole web of confusion when the decided to infuse a Little Nonya-esque Perankan culture into what is supposed to be a respectable Shakespearean play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes officially ended at 9.35am for me, but had to wait until 3pm for the Leadership Training Camp briefing. It was supposed to be at Kota Tinggi, but the location has been changed. (I AM NOW LAUGHING MY ASS OFF TYPING THIS!)  So, basically, the location is Suu's backyard! NO KIDDING! It's gonna be held in Yishun. Hahahahaha. Basically, Suu can just come for the camp in the morning and walk home after the day is over. Hahaha. What an adventure camp it will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done laughing my ass of now, ok not really, but yeah, it's kind of dumb. Ok, this GPP shiz is really killing me. Got to go research for more stuffs before submitting it to ST for first vetting. URRGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-6666274372458350717?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6666274372458350717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6666274372458350717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6666274372458350717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6666274372458350717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/05/saying-that-sleep-is-luxury-to-me-this.html' title='Sleep Scarcity'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-7119517774016927467</id><published>2009-05-10T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:12:01.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Birdie</title><content type='html'>An uneventful weekend passed by, and my way of spending it was to sleep like a pig. I've never slept for 24 hours straight since school started, so it was quite refreshing, although I did wake up today with a thumping head. Friday went by quickly, and Saturday was a blur, and as I'd said, I had slept for the entire day. Ooh, there was the NAPFA test on Friday, and I think I did alright. For someone who used to average 25 minutes for 2.4km, an 18 minute timing is quite impressive. I guess all that wellness shiz really helped me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just found an orgasmic inducing website just now. And NO, I'm not referring to a pornographic website. I found this fashion blog about this Korean girl living in London, and her clothes are fabulously stylish. Not only that, I found another website that retails clothes that look like they're from high-end brands, and the site is hosted in Korea. I guess I need Suu to help translate all those shiz to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really not much for me to write, since nothing interesting has happened over the past few days. But let me tell you guys something cool! There's this small little bird(a couple=male and female) who decided to build a nest on the branches of my mom's plant outside the house. It's super cute I tell you, albeit a bit not to my liking, because animals and me just don't gel together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, you're reading the blog of the president of the college publications! Hehe:)&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/33324480-7119517774016927467?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/7119517774016927467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=7119517774016927467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7119517774016927467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7119517774016927467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/05/uneventful-weekend-passed-by-and-my-way.html' title='Little Birdie'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6000934916039133800</id><published>2009-05-04T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:03:48.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me a gun, so I'll blast it at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Workload has become a little bit unbearable, and it's only the first day of the week. My eyes were tearing up yesterday as I worked towards finishing my Preliminary Idea 4.0 and GP Presentation from morning till evening, and now, after logging in into EVIL, I realised that the tutors decided to throw to us another project, this time to be done individually, to be handed in by next week. Just when I thought projects were so yesterday, comes another one right in my face, like a pie-throwing competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, Atlas won one match and lost one, so at least that's something to be proud of. And MJC won the soccer match against RJC with a final score of 4-1. Ooh, the match just now, to me, was like watching a soap opera for a while, as there was a little rough play going on, from both sides, leading to punches being thrown. That's how I like matches to be, full of drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, there is a possibility of the shutdown of schools because of the spread of &lt;s&gt;swine fle&lt;/s&gt; Influenza H1N1. Apparently, there are suspected cases in Singapore as a result of the return of NUS students from their study trip in Mexico City. It's gonna go up to red soon, so people, if you have bras, spare me one, since masks are sold out at pharmacys and there's no way I can get a fabulous one anytime soon. I'd prefer Triumph, and maybe Sloggi. Victoria's Secret would be best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a nagging suspicion that I may not get the post I want in College Publications. Firstly, It's like a dream to be an editor of a magazine, and secondly, I'd love to go on that Leadership Camp in Malaysia. As you know, I was pretty low profile in terms of participation during my time at NASS, so I'd like to make my stay in MJC worthwhile. Oh dear god, please let me get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, let me go, so I can reach out the windows into your heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-6000934916039133800?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6000934916039133800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6000934916039133800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6000934916039133800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6000934916039133800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/05/h1n1.html' title='H1N1'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6837746449084299758</id><published>2009-05-01T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:31:54.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:x-large;"  &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;he future reveals a post polar ice cap world in which humans have made a tropical utopia out of their new environment. In this new day, the land is completely covered by the warm Pacific Ocean, with only the highest mountain peaks revealing themselves. People live in mobile lily pad homes. Generators dangle off the bottoms of the "Lily Pods" creating energy from the high temperatures and strong currents."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A sense of achievement, or a cause for concern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/33324480-6837746449084299758?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6837746449084299758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6837746449084299758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6837746449084299758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6837746449084299758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-he-future-reveals-post-polar-ice-cap.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-9174597258295757652</id><published>2009-04-30T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:20:14.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me tell you something. If you ever want to feel the inner mat in you, go watch a soccer match. Confirm the mat in you will come out. How I know? Because I felt a teeny-weeny bit mat-ish just now while watching the soccer match between MJC and ACJC. Well, MJC lost, but hey, there's always tomorrow. Which means, there's gonna be more days where I'm gonna unleash my inner mat, simply because the mat in me is gonna be unleashed. OK, repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get the reason behind this game. Why on earth would 22 grown boys want to run after a spherical-shaped object for 90 minutes? I mean there's better things to do like say, nail jelly onto the wall. Ok, that was mean. But I guess it's fun to watch the game, since you can swear/curse at the enemy, and unleash all the negative energy at them. And I swear ACJC doesn't have a drama society, since all of their actors got transferred to the soccer team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened today, and I'm pretty happy about it, but not overconfident. My PI finally got approved and it has the potential to EXCEED EXPECTATIONS! I just got to let that out, because after 4 bloody weeks of hard work and late nights trying to finish the different drafts, finally there's someone who recognises my PI as having substance. There's a teeny sense of jubilation in me, but now it's diminished, since the ghost of yesterday's homeowrk has come to haunt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piles of homework to do, and projects. I want to slaughter the person who decided that 24 hours was enough to constitute a day. Guess that person ddn't go through this bloody JC experience. Must be some random dude then. Anyways, Ms Chew finally(i think?) admitted that she might have lost my assignment, as well as nizam's, because naeem told her that me and nizam were the first from the class to hand in those assignments. HUH, so much for treating us like adults!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shagged from all the cheerings just now, but hey what the hell. It's not everyday I feel like a mat, since all those other days, I'm faboosh Asyraf K. Ok, narcissism alert! But anyways, tomorrow's gonna watch Wolfy with crazy people. And I realise I've such cool friends coz most of the people in all those house committee are people I know:) Yes, that includes you Suu and Connie and Syafiqah, and Danial and Siddiq and Xiao Qi and Wei Lin and Matthew M and Firza and Namira!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE HONOURED YOU"RE MENTIONED BY QUEEN A!&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/33324480-9174597258295757652?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/9174597258295757652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=9174597258295757652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/9174597258295757652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/9174597258295757652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-tell-you-something.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6698094474544451402</id><published>2009-04-27T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:26:32.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Frankie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SfSJ8Htkj7I/AAAAAAAABbY/AWxuh0q4ljw/s1600-h/Frankie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SfSJ8Htkj7I/AAAAAAAABbY/AWxuh0q4ljw/s400/Frankie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329035925041483698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Frankie,&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot of online reviews about you recently. I swear to god you sound like the coolest thing that has ever happened to the human existence. I love your website, which is so full of cool, geeky stuff, which is so me. I like your free, cute wallpapers too. Not only do you have fashion editorials in your pages, you also have music and political sections within you. I swear I'm going to get you from now on, and I will cherish you more than I've ever cherished anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Your Fanboy&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-6698094474544451402?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6698094474544451402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6698094474544451402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6698094474544451402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6698094474544451402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-frankie.html' title='Oh, Frankie'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SfSJ8Htkj7I/AAAAAAAABbY/AWxuh0q4ljw/s72-c/Frankie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-1296892212567082226</id><published>2009-04-26T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:45:23.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you know what's worst than having a pile of homework to do? It's having a huge pile of homework to do, and being sick at the same bloody time. Now, although I'm getting an MC tomorrow, and my mum has allowed me to get it, it doesn't help me that whenever I'm doing my work, I have to run to the loo like once every freaking hour. Yup, I'm having stomach cramps and diarrhoea. Not the best feeling in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see, although I get to skip the geography test, it also means that I'd have to miss Econs Maths tutorial. for which I've finished my work for both the subjects. How annoying is that? And then, there's Econs lecture tomorrow too. Well, the plus side is that I'll have more time to complete my Preliminary Idea 3.0, and research for GP Project, complete my Literature Poem Essay. Now, the only thing that's making me worry is how am I going to hand in my completed Literature Analysis on Wuthering Heights, since Dr S won't be in school tomorrow, and she had wanted everyone to hand it in by tomorrow. I guess I'll get either Nicole or Erfi to sms and ask her about it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S My sister is in DEEP SHIT! Nope, she's not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//EDITED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you believe this was Versace's aesthetics circa 90s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reminds me of Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SfRHt76yK1I/AAAAAAAABbI/KJW5Hxs_j14/s1600-h/versace15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SfRHt76yK1I/AAAAAAAABbI/KJW5Hxs_j14/s320/versace15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328963113590074194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//EDITED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SfPzI-y0uPI/AAAAAAAABao/fiz6D1qxH6A/s1600-h/brontes_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 163px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328870119730100466" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SfPzI-y0uPI/AAAAAAAABao/fiz6D1qxH6A/s200/brontes_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess who's Emily?&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/33324480-1296892212567082226?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/1296892212567082226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=1296892212567082226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1296892212567082226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1296892212567082226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-whos-emily.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SfRHt76yK1I/AAAAAAAABbI/KJW5Hxs_j14/s72-c/versace15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-1034375535482090068</id><published>2009-04-24T22:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:07:31.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem+sudden rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gallivanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;about on the hillside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;on a glorious peter pan day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;we hop and we skip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;through the meadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;helterskeltering the day away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;with candy floss kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;at lunchtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;and kiss me quick hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;on our heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;we'll dream about marshmellow mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;as we ride the big dipper to bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//EDITED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel flustered by whatever the reasons that I'm thinking right now. School has been rather tough. Well, strike that out. School has been extremely tough. As you see, my blog posts has been void of any real spillage of emotions or thoughts in the past week because reaching home at 8-9 pm every single day doesn't really give you that much of a leisure time, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever the reasons, I seem to lag behind this week, as compared to past weeks, especially in terms of finishing up the massive pile of tutorials. Although it may seem OK at that point in time to lie to the tutor about being able to finish my work, I usually get this "punch-in-the-stomach" feeling since I know at the end of the day, it's me who's losing out on all the knowledge. And this has happened to me twice this week, for Economics and for Mathematics. It sucks to not be able to understand what the bloody hell the tutor is teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as much as JC life is stressful, I don't think I would ever want to trade it off for anything else, because the company here in MJ is superb. They're the most incredible people that I've yet to encounter. We can easily switch from talking about superficial stuffs, to the serious ones. I'm closer to my classmates of 2 months as compared to classmates of 4 years. Now that's something that was never really cultivated back at NAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, this whole week has been so hectic for everyone. Even nature seems to agree with this, what not with the freakish winds that occured on Wedesday night. Now, that's pathetic fallacy for you. Connie actually thought that rapture was about to take place, and at that time, for a while, I thought the same thing too. Anyways, everyone was having a busy week, with House Committee Nomination, and CCA Leaders Selection, as well as the 2 tests that just zoomed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intensity of me studying now is 200% more than that in secondary school, but yet, why is it that everytime a test comes by, I feel so underprepared and inadequate? It seems to me that the consolidation exercises that I've to go through are so much more draining than even the nationals. "Os", I can handle, CEs just just seem to take its toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this week had been draining, of course there were several plus points too. For a matter of fact, Tuesday was the day when 09A302 was selected to represent Atlas for one of the games at Colloseum. I wasn't playng, I was the cheerleader. Now, that was a fun way to end tiring Tuesday(aliteration!) since everyone had so much fun laughing and just being crazy asses. And today was fun too, since there was the Electra workshop, where the class was introduced to the work of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suzuki Tadashi&lt;/span&gt;. His work pretty much speaks for itself. After the workshop, there was a crazy, no holds barred, self-performance, that could only be performed, or shall I say, carried out by Artsy-Fartsy students from 09A301 and 09A302.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"All the world is a hospital, and all the men and women are inmates of that hospital."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Suzuki Tadashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, there you have it, a sudden urge to blog. Now, let's all die a slow painful death people of MJ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Geography Project on "Anti-Natal Policies within India"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Geography Project on Political Events Around the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Physical Geography Test on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Literature Wuthering Heights Assignments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Literature Poems Assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-P.I Draft 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Mathematics Tutorial on Normal Distribution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Economics Tutorial WB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/33324480-1034375535482090068?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/1034375535482090068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=1034375535482090068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1034375535482090068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1034375535482090068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/04/gallivanting-about-on-hillside-on.html' title='poem+sudden rant'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3665700433424369614</id><published>2009-04-22T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:44:32.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ljcmt93768306"&gt;______, stop interrupting me. I've had enough of you. ______, how f***ing dare you show me that 'foolish is the atheist' bible verse this morning, and ask me 'what do I think of it?' What the f*** am I supposed to think of it? And you know what I think of you? Foolish is the woman who believes that g**damn tripe. ______, you f***ing worthless c***. You are so... wasteful, bitchy, stupid... you're worthless. Your parents must be ashamed of you. ______, you offended me today. I know that school is hard work! How could I possibly not be aware of that? It takes a f***ing ass to cover every seat, you s*** slice. ______, I don't believe a word that comes out of your mouth. You're the most insincere person I've ever met. Damn it, let me f***ing die. You bitches."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3665700433424369614?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3665700433424369614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3665700433424369614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3665700433424369614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3665700433424369614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop-interrupting-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-1298657240908083493</id><published>2009-04-19T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:23:10.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anya, Katarzyna, Mollie &amp;amp; Samantha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have all been dropped by Elite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These trying economic times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S, I like to fork myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-1298657240908083493?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/1298657240908083493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=1298657240908083493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1298657240908083493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1298657240908083493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/04/anya-katarzyna-mollie-samantha.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-1122925487914307428</id><published>2009-04-16T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:25:43.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alice&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;br /&gt;Gisele&lt;br /&gt;Raquel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man, many names.&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/33324480-1122925487914307428?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/1122925487914307428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=1122925487914307428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1122925487914307428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1122925487914307428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/04/alice-coco-gisele-raquel-one-man-many.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-1579581354752158302</id><published>2009-04-15T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:47:55.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SeXIsl71GnI/AAAAAAAABaY/9YMTXB4vtzI/s1600-h/my+article.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324882802858334834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SeXIsl71GnI/AAAAAAAABaY/9YMTXB4vtzI/s400/my+article.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I proud of it, or am I proud of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Written By: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asyraf K.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Walter Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Designed By: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Erfi Azhar&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/33324480-1579581354752158302?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/1579581354752158302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=1579581354752158302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1579581354752158302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1579581354752158302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-proud-of-it-or-am-i-proud-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SeXIsl71GnI/AAAAAAAABaY/9YMTXB4vtzI/s72-c/my+article.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-4649334667172747512</id><published>2009-04-05T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:37:52.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discovery</title><content type='html'>I love digging around in the closet, because I'll never know what I would find in there. Well, of course it isn't my closet since I know everything that's in my closet. I'm talking about my parents' closet, specifically my father's part of the closet(like duh!), because somehow, even though I &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; my father, he seems to have really cool stuff, from when he used to travel back in the day. So, I found a super cool, navy blue trench coat, which I'm so going to put my name on it, so that if I'm able to go to England for the Literature programme, then I could bring it with me, an act all English. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a random update, but this discovery of mine has ignited the passion in me to go thrift-shopping again. I love thrift shopping, because I'll never know what I'll find. One of the coolest thing I found at a thrift store was a LANVIN bow tie, but of course, back then, it was more of trying to find the treasures, instead of buying them. How I wished I had purchased that freaking bow tie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-4649334667172747512?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/4649334667172747512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=4649334667172747512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4649334667172747512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4649334667172747512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/04/discovery.html' title='discovery'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-534883801700473455</id><published>2009-04-04T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:32:52.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>Asyraf is in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAZY&lt;/span&gt; mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taming Of The Shrew is bloody difficult!&lt;br /&gt;-Wuthering Heights is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;-Shopping is awesome! Bought 4 shirts(totaling $300+), paid for by mum.&lt;br /&gt;-Air quality is bad. I bet some idiot in Indonesia is burning down the trees.&lt;br /&gt;-PI in progress. Pretty satisfied with research done. PW teacher=hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-534883801700473455?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/534883801700473455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=534883801700473455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/534883801700473455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/534883801700473455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazy.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-1476813277087584167</id><published>2009-04-03T23:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:26:14.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fierce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SdYzhJdDrzI/AAAAAAAABaQ/KOyjoqEfev0/s1600-h/2n7126h-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SdYzhJdDrzI/AAAAAAAABaQ/KOyjoqEfev0/s200/2n7126h-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320496654351314738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that this season of ANTM is super fabulous, even though there's that super whiny burn victim who shouldn't really model because (1) she doesn't have the body of a model, (2) she's got burn scars all over her body, (3) she will never be able to model, not even commercial, (4) Tyra only put her there so that she could interview her post show on The Tyra Banks Show. Personally, after 4 weeks, the girls have their own individual shots, and boy were my favourites all pretty good looking models. I love Alison's and Celia's shots the most though, because they both look super freaking fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, do I hate Econs, or do I hate Econs! Urgh, the test just now was alright, but I did not draw any graphs or diagrams, because fabulous me thought that since this is an essay test, everything has to be written down in words. So, I took great lengths to explain the formula in a written form, and decided to do everything as if it were a GP essay. Speaking of GP, the test was alright too I guess. i mean what can you expect from GP. You either have the chops to write, or you don't. And as of right now I will choose to believe that I can write, that is until I get back the results. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I think that Chrystal lessons in college are fun, as compared to the god-damned boring CME classes in secondary school. For one, it actually is effective, since the most recent lesson has inspired me to jot down all my work and plan my time management schedule well, so that at least, I won't be clueless as to what lessons are happening in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think my class has a weak immune system, as everyone is falling sick by the minute. There's migraine, vomiting, fever and even food poisoning in a span of just 1 week. Get well soon everyone! We must all go to the movie marathon in school next week, and then must be  super on about Naeem's open house. Haha;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-1476813277087584167?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/1476813277087584167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=1476813277087584167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1476813277087584167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1476813277087584167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/04/fierce.html' title='fierce'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SdYzhJdDrzI/AAAAAAAABaQ/KOyjoqEfev0/s72-c/2n7126h-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6218030262983007306</id><published>2009-04-01T21:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:33:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asyraf k.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SdNp1bpPv0I/AAAAAAAABaI/cWK2A2Rezro/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319711951529426754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SdNp1bpPv0I/AAAAAAAABaI/cWK2A2Rezro/s200/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that from today onwards, whenever I write articles, I'm going to sign off wth "Asyraf K", instead of using my full name, because it just seems a whole lot more professional looking this way. Plus, it sounds way cool-er, and makes me feel like an important person. Haha, the bells of narcissism has rung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, since today is the first day of April, I had managed to fool 3 people today, which says a lot, because I don't usually pull pranks on people. The usual routine in secondary school was, "Eh, your zip.", which is super duper lame, so I decided to punk people from college publications by sending an sms to them saying that there's no cca today, by using the tone that Nicole usually uses. So, that was a success, and Ming Yee was super duper sad. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Anyways, Suhaidah and Connie's big joke was a major failure, because both are them are lousy actresses. They initially wanted all of us to believe that both of them are fighting, but in the end, they couldn't go through with it the whole entire day, that they just burst out laughing during break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;On a serious note, I think that Econs for me is like the new A. Maths, because it's becoming the vampire of my life, as it just drains away my life energy. Other than that, lectures have been bearable, though I can be caught napping for a few minutes because my eyelids just could not take it anymore. But hey, at least I don't sleep for 50 minutes straight during tutorials in front of the teacher. Other than that, I've gotten my workload from College Publications, and if everything gets the green light, I'll be reviewing the Christian Lacroix exhibition. Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-6218030262983007306?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6218030262983007306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6218030262983007306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6218030262983007306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6218030262983007306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/04/asyraf-k.html' title='asyraf k.'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SdNp1bpPv0I/AAAAAAAABaI/cWK2A2Rezro/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-1427896853216629122</id><published>2009-03-31T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:57:16.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>luck</title><content type='html'>Never in a millon years would I ever thought that I would be watching a soccer match and actually be excited about it. So, let's just say that I was dragged by Erfi to watch the match even though the initial plan was to study. Anyways, it helped that MJ has the best college soccer team in Singapore, because otherwise, it would just be plain sucky to see your college lose on home ground. MJ of course won the match, but we(Danial, Erfi, Namira and myself) didn't really pay attention, since we only cheered when people cheered, and we were actually talking about flower beds(random!) when one of the goals was conceived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of going home after the match, we+Syafiqah stayed in school, initally to do homework, but then it turned into a group talk, which then turned into a youtube watching session. That's how random conversations go along in MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on another note, I've decided to do on Emergency for PW. Hopefully, it would turn out great, and help me score an A for PW, meaning I have a better chance of qualifying into NTU/NUS. On another note, here's a shout out for Suhaidah, who's been &lt;s&gt;punished&lt;/s&gt; chosen as the group leader for MJC Pre-U Seminar 2009. I really wish you all the luck in the world, because you'll be in contact with Swee-chu-ation almost all the time. Also, all the best to Connie, Syafiqah and Suhaidah(again!) for the Atlas House Council Nominations tomorrow. Must make sure that at least one of you is in the committee, so can at least have some connection within the house. Also, good luck to Danial and May Xuen, who's running for Callisto House Nominations too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-1427896853216629122?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/1427896853216629122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=1427896853216629122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1427896853216629122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1427896853216629122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/03/luck.html' title='luck'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-965397361064418997</id><published>2009-03-28T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:57:10.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sc3kEocGv2I/AAAAAAAABaA/qy9IYQm1zCs/s1600-h/DSC03276-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318157503220334434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sc3kEocGv2I/AAAAAAAABaA/qy9IYQm1zCs/s200/DSC03276-pola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I admit that I'm a freak for stalking Nicole yesterday, but hey, it's not everyday that you get to meet one of your favourite models you know, especially when you're in a tiny country like Singapore, where the idea of a fashion industry is that it is like a "wasteland" by at least 95% of the population. Anywyas, I did not manage to talk to her, but I did brush past her (OMG!), as she was exitting the tentage area. Can you believe it? I could have just pulled her in for a hug and slobber her with kisses right there and then, but I guess I practised a little bit of self-restraint last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just found out that even though there's not gonna be a Singapore Fashion Festival this year, there's gonna be Audi Fashion Festival featuring Christian Lacroix, Vivienne Westwood, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GARETH PUGH&lt;/span&gt;, Ashley Isham and many more! I am so going to save up to go to Gareth Pugh's runway show. The collection that he is showing (his S/S 09 collection) is beyond amazing. Too bad Beyonce has to butcher them in her music videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I have to sift through the pile of work on my desk now. Economics essay, Literature reading, Project Work research, and the script for Pre-U Seminar. But on a happier note, I bought new shoes which I'm so totally in love with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-965397361064418997?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/965397361064418997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=965397361064418997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/965397361064418997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/965397361064418997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/03/excitement.html' title='excitement'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/Sc3kEocGv2I/AAAAAAAABaA/qy9IYQm1zCs/s72-c/DSC03276-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-5600807841838309221</id><published>2009-03-24T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:02:20.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch mode</title><content type='html'>I'll try to not sound like a bitch when I say this. Oh well, it's gonna sound bitchy no matter how I twist it around. So, here goes. How far does the malay language help you in life? I gotta say, after looking back and pondering, I suddenly realised that studying the malay language is as redundant as, say, counting sheeps when you really want to go to sleep. I know that malay was one of my better subjects back in the heydays, but recent changes in life has made me think that this language definitely does not help you anywhere in life. I mean, what are the career oppurtunities that are available with a degree in malay? Becoming a teacher? Or just someone who migrates to Malaysia?  Um, sorry to say this, but speaking in malay 24/7 is like slitting the wrist of a newborn child really very slowly. Heck, I don't even converse that much in Malay anymore since everyone in college is like talking in english 24/7. I may sound like a douchebag for saying this, but somehow, there's nothing to be proud about only if you have a degree in the malay language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-5600807841838309221?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/5600807841838309221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=5600807841838309221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5600807841838309221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5600807841838309221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitch-mode.html' title='bitch mode'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-4412410190494393851</id><published>2009-03-15T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:39:21.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUTURE?</title><content type='html'>It doesn't feel good to fail classes. Even those classes that you know you're gonna flunk. It's not a good feeling to know that you're not the best at what you do. That's why life sucks. Perfection doesn't exist, but we all strive for it. But at the end of the day, we get all disappointed because the perfection we strive for is what makes us all miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people say that "imperfections are what makes life perfect." Truth be told, imperfections are like that stain on your white shirt, or that smudge on your cheeks after eating a slice of chocolate cake. You never want them to be there, but they're there, and you don't feel good about them. They make you question yourself. They make you feel self-conscious. They make other people judge you. Most of all, they make you insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confidence level has taken a beating since being in jc. And no, it's not about my body thank you very much, it's about something else, something that I know I've always been good at. My writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may have already known, I've always wanted to be a journalist, working for CNN or BBC, so naturally, I've always been proud with all the writings that I've done. Unfortunately, my writings have not been up to standard with what the teachers have expected of me. Bates gave me a bloody pass for my GP essay, and Dr S has commented that my analytical skills for novels has not yet matured. Well, of course it hasn't! It's only the first written assignment that I've done for English Literature in 3 years. Maybe I need more time for me to conform to the standards of writing. I hope I do, because I've always loved Literature and it would kill me to know that I suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my supressed feelings of insecurity is being let out, little by little. It makes me wonder sometimes why I had chosen to go to a jc instead of a poly. I've wanted journalism, so why not do mass communications? Well, part of my reason for wanting to go to a jc is to upstage my sister. I'm competitive by nature, so that means I have to outshine my sister. There's always been sibling rivalry between us, which I believe was stemmed when my parents have always complemeted that I'm better than my sister, even though there's an eleven years age difference between us. I always glee when I know I've done better than my sister. Maybe what drives me into choosing a jc are all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, it doesn't help that I'm reading the archives of peoples' blog and reading what they've been through in the past year. Case in point, I was reading N's archives and it makes me wonder if the same would happen to me. I mean no offence to NASS, although it was a good school, and competition was always there, I had always managed to pull through. And it feels good to know that you're better than other people, because you got in through merit and not affiliation. I can't say the same for MJC. Here you've got people from VS, RGS and CEDAR and you question whether you're good enough for this college. When you've got ex-students from VS being retained, you start to wonder whether the same would happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never in a million years thought that jc life could be so stressful. On top of studies, you've got to be in your A game for cca, because the teachers are going to write recomendations for you. Then to add to that list, there's REACH, which could potentially help you get into university because of your CIP hours. But apparently, that's not enough, you've got to be involved in other activities to add to your resume so that at least, the unversity would feel that you are worthy of a spot in their faculty. And wait, if that's not stressful enough, some people pay their way to get into certain faculties(ahem, ahem to a certain jc), so what are the chances of a normal teenager getting a spot in university in singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about all this just makes me so darn nervous that life won't go ahead as I had planned it to be. I want my life to be perfect, because I am the kind of person that cannot tolerate imperfections. Blame it on my Type A personality, which is the same as Resse Witherspoon, for making me feel this way. But I guess even the most perfect of human beings have to go through a rough patch. Just look at Reese, she went through a divorce, even though she's like one of the most perfect human being in the world in my opinion. Life is just so unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-4412410190494393851?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/4412410190494393851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=4412410190494393851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4412410190494393851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4412410190494393851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/03/future.html' title='FUTURE?'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-4370914693277984288</id><published>2009-02-20T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:39:45.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Activities</title><content type='html'>As much as I wanted Pre-University Seminar before, it is definitely draining most of my energy nowadays. I wouldn't comment much, but it's just that there are unnecessary meetings that just clashes with cca and other programmes, and it is so frustrating when you have to be at 2 places at once. Whats more, when PW starts in second term, all hell would break lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, I'm so glad I'm in college publications, because at least I'm going to be building up a portfolio in order to gain entrance into NTU. So, my first report would actually be really soon, as in tomorrow, for the Olympica Parada! OMG, I am actually excited to start interviewing people. And yes, being in CP means that people have to be nice to the members, since the CP are the ones who manages the yearbook. Muahahaha. Oh, and not to forget, the photographers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the Olympica Parada, was supposed to go to Sentosa with the whole Atlas House, but now, I'm not too sure about it. And then there's the roof-top concert managed by the CP again this thursday. It's so going to be happening man. Bands, singers, dancers, all products of Meridian. Tickets are $7, so better hurry. I'm 100% confident that the set-up of equipments won't take up like an hour like last year's performances by bands at NASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, I just realised I'm swarmed with activities over the weekend. The Soiree decorations, the CP piece, maths assignment and yes, lunch/dinner treat by Yusri and Kak N. WooHoo! And I so want to get a place in the overseas trip to Cambridge for literature. It would definitely make up for my apparent lack of overseas experience with NASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-4370914693277984288?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/4370914693277984288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=4370914693277984288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4370914693277984288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4370914693277984288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-not-yet-bought-australian-vogue.html' title='Activities'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6632727141285235585</id><published>2009-02-15T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:35:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running back - jessica mauboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aNqJNj3Clf4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aNqJNj3Clf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-6632727141285235585?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6632727141285235585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6632727141285235585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6632727141285235585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6632727141285235585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/02/running-back-jessica-mauboy.html' title='running back - jessica mauboy'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-2395420823861816268</id><published>2009-02-04T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:02:55.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jc life part 1</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm sure you non-jc people are dying to know what life in jc is all about in the first 3 days. One word sums it all up: HECTIC. Wait, make that 2 words: HECTIC and TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't talk to anyone on the first day, since we were all so busy attending the lectures and stuff. Furthermore, couldn't really hold a real conversation since all the talks in the hall and in the lecture rooms seemed to be of great importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was pretty slacked. Knocked off at 12.15 instead of 2.30 since I skipped all the lectures. I know, first week already skip, but the thing is, it's all repeated lectures for those who missed them the previous day. Whats more, I've already chosen my subject combination, so no point in going to all the other lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today was the day where I opened up more to the people around me. I talked to more than 10 people who are not in Ngee Ann, so that's like WOW! Anyhows, CGs would be posted tomorrow, together with the house allocations, so hopefully, will be able to meet more people and interact with the people in my CG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the mass dance practice, and of course, everyone danced along. I feel that people are getting more enthusiastic already. *kangaroo hop, egyptian dance, chicken to the side* That's an inside thingy, so sorry if you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and 1 more thing, I'll either be joining the college publication, or the guitar ensemble(no experience required). And I want to be selected for the pre-university seminar in June at NUS! Sign me up man. I promise that Ill stay comitted and do MJC proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, that sounds desperate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the next post will probably be at the end of the week since the real orientation starts tomorrow and of course, I'm anticipating it to be tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S, Phobos or Miranda please:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-2395420823861816268?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/2395420823861816268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=2395420823861816268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2395420823861816268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2395420823861816268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/02/jc-life-part-1.html' title='jc life part 1'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-4059704890803006263</id><published>2009-02-02T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:16:53.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Busy with JC stuffs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;H2 Econs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;H2 Geo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;H2 Lit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;H1 Maths&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/33324480-4059704890803006263?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/4059704890803006263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=4059704890803006263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4059704890803006263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4059704890803006263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-with-jc-stuffs-h2-econs-h2-geo-h2.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-968801902053877859</id><published>2009-01-29T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:47:58.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy</title><content type='html'>Does anyone realise that the holidays just zoomed past us that quickly? I seriously cannot believe that in 12 hours, I'll know which junior college I'm going to be posted to, and in less than 4 days, I'll be at my new school, or shall I say, college. Somehow, I don't miss secondary school, but I'm nervous about entering a new environment. I guess I have to be a little bit more sociable, and not make my angry(normal) face all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes, people disappoint you, and there's nothing you can do about it, except for some retail therapy, which I undertook just now. I have a feeling in JC, I need to find friends that aren't so selfish and dumb(what a combination!!), because if not, I'll have to undergo retail therapy every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I practically took the mrt all over singapore just now. First it was to Orchard Road, and then to Vivocity, and then to Heartland Mall, and then to Compass Point, and lastly to Hougang Mall. I seriously think I cannot bring a lot of money with me all the time, otherwise I would have the tendency to spend it all, buying things which are not in my list of "stuff to buy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate shopping for shoes, because most of the time, you won't feel comfortable with the new shoes, and whats more with the salesperson hovering above and around you. Anyways, I went to 3 different outlets, and ended up buying my sports shoe/school shoes from Royal Sporting House. Along with the shoes, I also bought a new water bottle, just for the sake of buying it. Since there was a promotion, I ended up having a 10% discount on my buys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a new wallet, and although I didn't get the Guy Laroche wallet which I had initially wanted, I'm quite happy with my new Goldlion wallet. It costs like $95, which is like 3 times more expensive than my normal MYUK wallet. My heart was beating super fast when I paid the cashier. As Amanda says, "heart very pain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a Club Marc long pants, which I thought were a steal, even though I don't really know when I would be wearing them. They are white, and informal, and the only place that I could think of wearing it to is the beach, and I don't think I'll ever have the time to go to one since school is starting very, very soon. Truth be told, I only bought it on impulse since the price was watered down to $39.90, while the original price was $129.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all I need is that Marc Jacobs shoe. Hopefully, by June, I'll be able to get them, although by then, I think that design would no longer be available since Fall/Winter 09 collection would take over the current Spring/Summer 09 collection. Whatever, since I always prefer Fall's dark collection, as compared to Spring's summery collection, I'm sure I would be able to find something I like then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, cycle 12 girls of ANTM are finally revealed and freaking god, they're crap. I usually start liking girls at the start, and then choose to hate them later on, but this cycle, I hate all of them from the start. Guess I'll have to tune in to change my opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-968801902053877859?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/968801902053877859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=968801902053877859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/968801902053877859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/968801902053877859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/01/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-4639263376453739010</id><published>2009-01-26T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:50:41.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>offensive post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;OFFENSIVE BLOG POST.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blog-hopping on certain websites and it compelled me to make this post. First and foremost, I've got to admit that I'm not the most religious of all people. I don't pray 5 times a day, and I don't go to friday prayers like I'm supposed to. At the same time, I do wonder how saintly boys who go to friday prayers are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of ironic for them to be preaching to people about the do's and dont's, when they themselves aren't the best of human beings. Case in point, a guy who goes to friday prayers, but who actually does heavy-petting with his girlfriend, does that count as being a good Muslim? Most probably not, but hey, as long as I pray, I can do anything right? WRONG! What's the point of praying when you're actually going to do dirty deeds with your girlfriend. So stop acting like you're some big shot guy that knows all about religion just because you have a religious group when you yourself ain't practising what you preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I wonder why people smoke. I mean I've read before that any harm that you do to your own body is against the religion. In my opinion, smoking is equivalent to slashing your own wrist. So why oh why do I see old men and teenagers smoking before friday prayers? It's kind of funny to think that these people actually think they know about religion, when in truth, whatever they're practising in their everyday life goes against the religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I don't get why people act all decent when they're out with parents, wearing the head scarf, when in truth, they're some wild bitch. Sorry for the coarse language, but I just got to say, some people don the head scarf as an act. You act all so decent in the presence of elders, when in truth, you're a bloody hypocritical biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bloody sick of all these poseurs who think that they have a right over my life by pointing out what I do wrong. My parents know that I'm not a religious person and I've said to them before that I'll only change when I want to, and not when they force me. Unlike all these other poseurs, I'm truthful with myself. I don't do contradictory things, like going to friday prayers and then have sex with a girl, or even don a head scarf and then have a make out session at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry if you feel offended by this post, because it's only meant for certain people. If you're flushing red when you read this, it means you're the one whom I'm referring to in this post, and I'm not sorry about that. Hah, it feels good to have a blog to slam certain people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-4639263376453739010?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/4639263376453739010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=4639263376453739010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4639263376453739010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4639263376453739010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/01/offensive-post.html' title='offensive post'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-4192769281338359295</id><published>2009-01-23T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:23:23.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>izzy surprise birthday</title><content type='html'>I was actually able to make it to the gathering at Area 3 of Pasir Ris Park despite being a little bit under the weather. The paracetamol from the night before certainly managed to keep the flu away a little bit, although it didn't help with my sleep. Was awake by 7am because I had to puke, even though the meeting was planned at 12 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, having a mobile phone sent for servicing can be a bitch, because you're practically rendered helpless. I was at the interchange at 12 on the dot, but because the people had actually waited at Macdonalds, I waited for 15 minutes, doing my fair share of walking around. Anyways, got the bottle drinks which I sponsored, since the girls had already spent so much money and also because Ben had already baked a surprise cake(more on this in the coming paragraphs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the gathering was to actually celebrate izzy's 17th birthday in advance, although we said to everyone else that it's just gonna be a gathering to celebrate our good results before the jc students start school in 2 weeks. Anyways, no one knew of what was about to happen, except the main actors, i.e Shaz, Amalul and Qomarul. There was a big hoo haa with Qomarul and Shaz, which resulted in Shaz walking away, and fucking everyone up, which was part of the plan. No one knew that it was all an act, especially Izzati, who scolded Qomarul pretty badly. Anyways, the surprise birthday was a success(a first for the clique!) and the birthday girl was moved to tears. Amalul's Oscar-winning performance happened before the Qamarul and Shaz's fake fallout, where he actually rode the bike all the way home to take the cheesecake from the refrigerator, with the pretense that he was going to meet his aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had cute presents made for her, thereafter we sang the birthday song and ate the 2 home-baked cakes, the cheesecake, which was nice, and the brownies, which I'd preferred since I'm more of a chocolate person. Then, we played with the cards, went to the playground, which I had teased Shaz about having a "kakak" beside her. After 4 years of non-existent playground adventure, the action of sitting on a swing and "flying" high was a liberating experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out of the place by 7 pm, when we actually walked all the way to downtown to catch the bus. So instead of going home, i went to my general practioner located near the Holy Trinity Church regarding my infection. Anyways, I got a jab, and he said that the infection would most likely clear up in a few days, which is great news. I also got pills to be taken one per day. Since I had time while waiting to see the doctor, I decided to be a busybody and snooped around the dental area. One of this days, I'm going to have my teeth whitened and polished, at a student rate of $30-$40:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bussed all the way home and was lucky to get a seat for the 35 minutes journey. At the same time, I'm actually finishing on my crime fiction trilogy. It feels like death to not be able to know the ending of the story. Usually, a post like this would be filled with pctures, but since my phone is sent for servicing, I relied on the others for the cam-whoring bit of the day. Am going to be taking the pill soon, so I'm going to be drowsy and off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-4192769281338359295?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/4192769281338359295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=4192769281338359295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4192769281338359295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4192769281338359295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/01/izzy-surprise-birthday.html' title='izzy surprise birthday'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-2587350568774792400</id><published>2009-01-22T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:28:21.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so over it</title><content type='html'>I am sick, literally and figuratively speaking. I have a sore throat, a blocked nose, a would be fever, and I think I have an allergic reaction to something that I ate yesterday, because my body seems to be itching all over now. At the same time, I'm sick of having to entertain crap from people over and over again. And might I add, from the same group of people. But that's all going to change, because I'm moving on to the next chapter of my life, and fortunately or unfortunately, our paths are not going to cross that often now due to the different decisions that we have all made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually a patient person, but having made to wait for 45 minutes is surely going to anger even the most patient of people, prompting them to leave. I'm O.K with having to wait for a maximum of 15 minutes, but anything more than that is considered absurd. Never mind that this incident is not the first time, but I just feel that time management is a much needed entity in youths today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to make myself feel better after a crappy start to the day, I decided to window shop, to look at school supplies that I might be buying in the coming week in preparation for the start of the new school life. There's the Nike shoe, the Guy Laroche wallet, the Giordano belt, and that vintage messenger bag, from believe it or not, Bata, although I may be wondering around Haji Lane or Bugis to find better deals for that kind of messenger bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just talked to my mom, and am pretty happy that she decides that she's going to sponsor 50% of my shopping spree. Yippee! there's so much a little psycho-ing can do. Anyways, am pretty unsure whether I'll make it to tomorrow's gathering. I'm feeling under the weather now, and I don't think the hot blazing sun would do me any good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-2587350568774792400?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/2587350568774792400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=2587350568774792400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2587350568774792400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2587350568774792400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-over-it.html' title='so over it'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-1861774316844532234</id><published>2009-01-21T17:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:45:41.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inauguration</title><content type='html'>Did anyone stay up late yesterday to watch the inauguration of Obama being sworn in as the 44th Presient of the United States of America? I did stay up until 2 in the morning, and let me just say, the atmosphere was amazing, and I could just feel a sense of pride resonating from the crowd at National Hall in Washington D.C. It amazes me that the people actually braved the cold just to be able to be part of such a historical event. Baiscally, this is the first time that I've seen an inauguration taking place and it was a sight to behold. Anyways, I did listen to Obama's speech and although I'm a little miffed by some parts of it, I shan't elaborate the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was interested in was to see what outfit that Michelle Obama would be wearing since she's like the new fashionista/first lady that people look up to other than Carla Bruni, although I've to say, no one can surpass Carla Bruni, just because she's a former model and she carries herself with such poise and elegance. Anyways, her first outfit of the day was a tad dissapointing. It was in my opinion, a frumpy dress suited fpr George Bush's mother. Wearing a bejewelled dress with matching trench coat is a bit over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293672751204261842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SXbnUfSx39I/AAAAAAAABZI/xzxJuHGhKvY/s200/mo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, her second dress, which she wore for her dance as the first lady was magnificently beautiful. It was kind of a surprise since the designer of the dress, Jason Wu, is a relatively new designer that's not yet as established as Oscar De La Renta. Anyways, at first glance, I didn't like the dress as I felt that the dress was too muted, but after seeing the gown up close, my opinions changed because there were little details that totally won me over. And the dress fitted her like a glove. Another plus point is that the designer himself sewed the dress. So, basically, you can see the hard work of the designer, and I'm sure he must be over the moon to have the First Lady to wear his garment. The same can't be said, for say, Oscar De La Renta, who most probably had his workers sew the gown which may have been chosen by Michelle O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SXbnNFu4a8I/AAAAAAAABZA/OJtX-l6GDyQ/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293672624083725250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SXbnNFu4a8I/AAAAAAAABZA/OJtX-l6GDyQ/s200/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SXbnHCdtaeI/AAAAAAAABY4/51OmIwIfbYU/s1600-h/michelleO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293672520127179234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SXbnHCdtaeI/AAAAAAAABY4/51OmIwIfbYU/s320/michelleO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a big hoo haa with the online sommunity before the Inauguration day about what designer would Michelle O be wearing on the big night. What's more, WWD actually published sketches of designers that would have died to have their creations worn by the First Lady. There were 40 creations, of which most was beautiful. There were however, some hideous sketches, like Betsey Johnson's flag dress. Anyways, Michelle O would have looked great in Monique H, Michael K and Diane VF. Anyways, at the end of the day, Michelle O still looked divine in Jason Wu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-1861774316844532234?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/1861774316844532234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=1861774316844532234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1861774316844532234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1861774316844532234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration.html' title='inauguration'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SXbnUfSx39I/AAAAAAAABZI/xzxJuHGhKvY/s72-c/mo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-541010808856429348</id><published>2009-01-19T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:14:18.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magazines are love</title><content type='html'>So, instead of going home yesterday, I stayed over at my cousin's place for a night, with the laptop in tow. Gosh, it can be a burden to tow the laptop from one place to another. Anyways, finally added up trait, and it feels good to be able to talk to someone who actually knows the difference between Lanvin and Balmain, and Steven Meisel and Steven Klein. No offence to Ben, but it gets kind of dull just talking about Natasha Poly all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being over at the cousin's place can be very beneficial, because the ka-ching keeps coming in. So anyways, when I woke up just now, breakfast or shall I say, lunch was at Banquet. We drove all the way to Simei for that, and also for my aunt's face moisturiser, which she bought at Lustre. Seriously, that small tube of lotion costs like $50++, of which it could actually buy me my monthly dose of magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I decided to leave the cousin's place at 7pm, and being me, I trained all the way to Harbourfront to go to pageone to get Harpers Bazaar US. Well, the editorials inside are alright and Freja looks great, though she's flat as an ironing board!!!Anyways, am so pissed with the staff there. I enquired on when the February issue of Vogue Australia with Daria on the cover would be available last week, and the manager said that it'll be ready by today. So, I was feeling all excited to get my hands on them but when I arrived, lo and behold, the January issue of Vogue Australia was being put on display. I mean Borders had the issue like weeks back and they're only displaying that now?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly bought French Vogue but it does seem to be a waste since a)I could actually see the editorials online and b)I don't understand their articles. Furthermore, there's so much hype about the cover model but I don't even know her. She's a Princess Stephanie of Monaco I think. Anyways, Brad Pitt looked especially bad on the cover of W with all the wrinkly lines on his face. So I guess his sex symbol status is diminishing. And Prada ads look super gorgeous and eye-popping when I finally get to see them in print:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just found out from my dad that my maternal aunt just got hospitalised. I may be visiting her tomorrow and also am still on a prowl for Vogue Astralia. And who knew that Dubai had a Harpers Bazaar. That's news to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-541010808856429348?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/541010808856429348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=541010808856429348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/541010808856429348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/541010808856429348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/01/magazines-are-love.html' title='magazines are love'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-1871838992233827588</id><published>2009-01-17T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:28:06.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>schedule</title><content type='html'>I've just checked MJC's calender of events, and OMFG, school starts on the 2nd of February, which is on a monday, which is in 2 weeks time. For those of you guys going to polytechnic, you lucky &lt;s&gt;fuckers&lt;/s&gt;. There's still so many things to do, and so little time for me to do it. I'm praying to some freaking mother of god to let me into meridian junior college, so all my fingers are crossed, including my toes. OK, so that's super duper lame. I just realised I'm becoming more and more like bread, a.k.a Geraldine, in my blog rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since school's starting soon, and since I do not have the luxury of time, shopping for school supplies needs to be done ASAP, meaning there's no time to waste! I need/want a  vintage slingbag(NIKE's and ADIDAS' are getting super common), a swatch watch(hopefully courtesy of the mother or father or whoever's kind enough), wallet, pencil case, sports shoes(what colour?) and loafers(ok, so this is so not technically part of the back-to-school stuffs but still), dress shirts(you never know) and trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the budget for all these stuffs: $200 of my own money, and the rest will be from the people whom I call parents with benefits. Ok, so that sounds totally wrong if you're in the loop, but, yeah parents=benefits. Maybe the loafers and dress shirts and trousers are not the priority at this second but at the end of the day, I still want them. Oh, and not forgetting, I need a bigger closet space!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from now on, I've got to start thinking of my own future, which means I need to do certain things to give me an advantage during the university admission exercise. So among other things, I plan to join NASS alumni since it'll look good on my testimonial, maybe run for council at jc(or not!), start a movement with the help of the school(be it mjc or tjc or cjc, but hopefully MJC) called "SAVE GAZA FROM ISRAEL" and volunteer at some old folks home or childrens' home. So I guess thses "aspirations" are going to keep me busy in the next few months, that is if I were to actually do them instead of just dreaming about doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all current friends, future friends, let's do some crazy things before the age of 20. I've got a few ideas. Since Singapore Idol is coming back, let's go audition for the heck of it. It'll definitely be an experience and it's a conversation starter. I mean at least for me, I know I can't sing to save my life, but at the end of the day, Singapore Idol is still a joke. I don't see no more albums coming out from anyone. And let's also go on the Carlsberg Tower at Sentosa, do some reverse bungee, and go on the Singapore Flyer(for people who's not been on it, like me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so many crazy ideas for my future, and P.S, don't you dare steal it from me. Haha!!!;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-1871838992233827588?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/1871838992233827588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=1871838992233827588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1871838992233827588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1871838992233827588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/01/schedule.html' title='schedule'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-5510857477595973878</id><published>2009-01-15T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:33:51.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final choices</title><content type='html'>Meridian Junior College&lt;br /&gt;Temasek Junior College&lt;br /&gt;Catholic Junior College&lt;br /&gt;Mass Communications @ Ngee Ann Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;Nanyang Junior College&lt;br /&gt;St. Andrews Junior College&lt;br /&gt;Anderson Junior College&lt;br /&gt;Advertising and Public Relations @ Ngee Ann Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;Creative Writing for Television and New Media @ Singapore Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;Media and Communication @ Singapore Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;Human Resource Management with Psychology @ Singapore Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;Communications and Media Management @ Temasek Polytechnic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-5510857477595973878?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/5510857477595973878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=5510857477595973878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5510857477595973878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5510857477595973878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/01/final-choices.html' title='final choices'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-2567017531545795832</id><published>2009-01-14T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:15:22.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arty, farty asyraf</title><content type='html'>Meridian Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;Diploma in Mass Communications at Ngee Ann Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;Nanyang Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;St. Andrews Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;Anderson Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;Catholic Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;Diploma in Advertising and Public Relations at Ngee Ann Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;Diploma in Creative Writing for TV and New Media at Singapore Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;Diploma in Media and Communiations at Singapore Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;Diploma in Human Resource Management with Psychology at Singapore Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;Diploma in Communications and Media Management at Temasek Polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;Diploma in Psychology Studeis at Temasek Polytechnic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-2567017531545795832?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/2567017531545795832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=2567017531545795832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2567017531545795832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2567017531545795832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/01/meridian-junior-college.html' title='arty, farty asyraf'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-7085829013610873661</id><published>2009-01-09T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:32:42.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I am writing this entry, my heart is racing at 100 miles an hour and my stomach is doing somersaults. Just the idea that in 2 days time, the results would be released, makes me wanna scream at the world, and tell them, PAUSE, isn't it all going a little too fast? I have not rested enough yet. I could still remember the first day of the O Levels, it's still fresh in my mind, and yet, a new experience is going to pile up upon it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go to a JC, it's going to be a hell of a ride, with The term tests starting and then, A Levels, right around next year.&lt;br /&gt;Should I go to a Polytechnic, would I be able to withstand the competitiveness, as NA had said, from her past experiences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is not on my side, ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-7085829013610873661?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/7085829013610873661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=7085829013610873661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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(1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SWYmLNJ-c7I/AAAAAAAABYE/7mQzFnlqSIg/s1600-h/Photo0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288956786345145266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SWYmLNJ-c7I/AAAAAAAABYE/7mQzFnlqSIg/s400/Photo0611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SWYmCIBfCyI/AAAAAAAABX8/eG--flv1tEo/s1600-h/Photo0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288956630348532514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SWYmCIBfCyI/AAAAAAAABX8/eG--flv1tEo/s320/Photo0610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288956195920835010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SWYlo1p2ccI/AAAAAAAABXk/TefCJAtMwFA/s320/Photo0608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SWYloWRPMDI/AAAAAAAABXc/8ZnNw9CZ4NI/s1600-h/Photo0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288956187496099890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SWYloWRPMDI/AAAAAAAABXc/8ZnNw9CZ4NI/s320/Photo0609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SWYln0KwIiI/AAAAAAAABXU/6UPwPjQ8WTE/s1600-h/Photo0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288956178342093346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SWYln0KwIiI/AAAAAAAABXU/6UPwPjQ8WTE/s320/Photo0612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SWYlnW6LhlI/AAAAAAAABXM/D4k-9boyqjo/s1600-h/Photo0613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288956170487957074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SWYlnW6LhlI/AAAAAAAABXM/D4k-9boyqjo/s320/Photo0613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/33324480-5454447378782921238?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/5454447378782921238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=5454447378782921238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5454447378782921238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5454447378782921238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/01/poly-open-house-1.html' title='poly open house (1)'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SWYmLNJ-c7I/AAAAAAAABYE/7mQzFnlqSIg/s72-c/Photo0611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6631654366969540511</id><published>2009-01-06T19:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:50:44.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEMASEK JUNIOR COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;fat hope:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERIDIAN JUNIOR COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please accept me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case of unforeseen circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Polytechnic:&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Integrated Events and Project Management&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Applied Drama and Psychology&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Media and Commnication&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Creative Writing ffor TV and New Media&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Human Resource Management with Psychology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngee Ann Polytechnic:&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Advertising and Public Relations&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Mass Communications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temasek Polytechnic"&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Communications and Media Management&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Law and Management&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Psychology&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-6631654366969540511?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3707484376919012252</id><published>2009-01-05T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:31:40.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISGUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/33324480-3707484376919012252?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3707484376919012252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3707484376919012252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3707484376919012252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3707484376919012252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-disgust-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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I did an unexpected thing today. When I woke up at 12, I took a bath staightaway, which rarely happens, because I'd be on the internet first. It also only happens if I were to go out, which I did. Totally out of the blue, I decided to go to Plaza Singapura, alone. It's totally kind of loser-ish but anyways, it's only a few MRT stops from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get Auntie Anne's pretzels, but thinking of the sugar content, decided to make do without it. Anyways, there was no agenda, nothing, and I was just strolling around. I had an impulse buy of 2 magazines, Australian Vogue and Harpers Bazaar, costing $20 altogether. Had initially wanted to get British Vogue, but it was like $17 a piece. Then, I wanted to get Dazed &amp;amp; Confused, which had an extra booklet showcasing new British designers, but it cost like $15 a piece. So I'd rather buy 2 magazines than just one, so I had to make do with Aussie Vogue and Harpers Bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to start making a scrapbook. I saw the episode on "Martha Stewart" and was totally in awe. However, it's quite an expensive hobby though. I saw this shop at Plaza Singapura that caters to scrapbooking fanatics. It's a nice little shop and I may be getting a few supplies from there should I ever want to start scrapbooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, saw a primary schoolmate of mine who was working as a donation collector for yellow ribbon project. I never knew people who actually collect donations actually gets paid. In my opinion, it's kind of ironic and defeats the whole purpose, right? Anyways, we had a quick chat, more like a 2 minutes chat, after which I declined to donate. I think $10 is a bit too steep. I would have donated, had I not bought the magazines, and I was down to my last 10 bucks for the day, so I'd rather buy food home for dinner since nobody's home, than donate to a prisoner, who may or may not turn over a new leaf. I'm so sorry for being judgemental, but the actions you do reflects your name.(quote on quote from Sugababes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Nabilah's boy crush, a.k.a Peter Pan is on television now. I'm off to go watch it, even though Robin William's version of Peter Pan scared the shit out of me. Peter Pan is supposed to be a young boy, not an old man. Anyways, I'm hoping to catch "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button", because Brad Pitt is in it, and my new woman crush, Cate Blanchett, is also in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3182839677785387710?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3182839677785387710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3182839677785387710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3182839677785387710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3182839677785387710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-im-going-crazy.html' title='vogue and harpers bzaar'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-480789026753671297</id><published>2008-12-25T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:21:24.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>I am freaking confused over what I'm going to strive for next year. I know that there have been multiple occassions where I've stressed that my number 1 priority is to get into a junior college, but now I'm just wondering whether it'll be the best choice. I'm not having second thoughts - I just want to weigh my options properly. God damnit, how can people - society, parents, siblings, family, teachers- expect us to make this crucial decision at the age of 16. A decision that can and will have a significant impact on the rest of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, like everyone else, I've gotten many, and I say by the dozens, of newsletters and brochures and booklets and magazines and leaflets from the polytechnics, and none, zilch from the junior colleges. I'm not complaining but would it hurt for them to send out brochures to interested students on their curriculum for next year and their activities and all of that? From the look of things, it really does seem to me that the polytechnics are more interested in luring students to their domains, as compared to the junior colleges. Maybe, in the colleges' point of view, they don't really need to lure students, since they will always have that constant supply of students coming through their gates, some even begging to be let in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten around to reading the magazines sans information booklets that the polytechnics have been distributing, and I must say, more than 1 of the courses offered appeal to me. Should the magazines have been given, say at the beginning of the year, I might have only been interested in 1 of them. But at this point, I'm keeping my options very much open. I have to admit that I'm so very tempted to join a polytechnic because as people have said, they have this vibrancy about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I must also think about where I'm going to be heading towards after junior college/polytechnic and the &lt;s&gt;National Service&lt;/s&gt;. A spot in a university is a guaranteed must or I'll just die. But what am I going to be taking there? Is it the course that I've been wanting to get ever since I was 11? Or will I surprise myself and take a completely different course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a little too far ahead of myself, but that's me, I'm not a spontaneous person, and I need to have a plan. Back to my current dilemma. I really want to experience the courses at the polytechnics, having hands on practical on a current niche. At the same time, 3 years is a pretty long period of time, factoring in &lt;s&gt;National Service&lt;/s&gt; after that, and also university life. Not only that, would being in a polytechnic really give me that much of an advantage? That's a given should I want to start working by the age of 20, but at a university, everyone is pretty much a blank slate, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of just studying a single niche subject scares the shit out of me. What if I'm crap at it? The consolation about being in a junior college is that the subjects are similar to those in secondary school, albeit 200% more difficult with thrice as much thinking. But at least it's not a complete overhaul of the current life. I just can't imagine starting school at 3 pm. It may sound like a lot of fun, but maybe, it's not for me. I need a structure in life I stick to it. Personally for me, I'd rather have a 7am-3pm schedule than have none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, my fear or my unsure-ness of getting into a polytechnic is because I'm fearful of choosing the wrong niche course for me. I don't think I'll ever have the courage to switch courses just because I'm afraid of the consequences and the outcome of my decision. I won't necessarily get into the desired course that I want and may end up somewhere where I have less or no interest at all. That's a scary thought to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about a junior college is that it's similar, yet so different from secondary school life. I may be able to adapt better there, but there's no guarantee that I'll perform. Hopefully, at university, I hope everyone gets an equal footing. At least I'm hoping that anything that would benefit me would be best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this blog entry has been therapeutic for me in a sense that i really got deep into my thoughts and sorted out all the puzzle in my head. There will be more reasonings as I keep thinking about the very decision that I'm going to have to make on my own to determine my next step in life. My mind is telling me 100% to strive for a place in junior college, but my heart is telling me that it's only about 75%. As cliche and corny as it sounds, it's true. It's up to me now to make them both 100%. If only the polytechnics would stop mailing in those booklets, then maybe I would have a peace of mind;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-480789026753671297?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/480789026753671297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=480789026753671297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/480789026753671297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/480789026753671297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/12/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-7429641520426251044</id><published>2008-12-24T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:40:50.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;To all those who celebrates this occassion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;For those who don't (like me), let's just join in the fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-7429641520426251044?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/7429641520426251044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=7429641520426251044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7429641520426251044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7429641520426251044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-262400260813760319</id><published>2008-12-22T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:52:05.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>philosophical change.</title><content type='html'>Today's plan to go out was scrapped at the very last minute. Certain things that could have been avoided happened so unfortunately, no Twilight for me today, unless I decide to be that total loner who goes to the cinema alone and watches the movie at the back of the cinema munching my popcorn away. I am a tad dissapointed but yeah, what can I do? Things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another hand, I could use the money to buy magazines. I know I've made a promise to myself to cut down on the magazines that I buy, but I can't help it. The January magazine covers are all so good, I have to/want to bend the rules and get at least one. I'd have to go check it out later at the bookshop. But, I'd seriously be regretting it if I were to buy the foreign magazine that costs like $20-$30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's the article that I read yesterday. There's two versions, the one that ends with the atheist professor winning his argument, while the other version ended with the Christian student defending his argument. There's also a muslim version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atheist Professor: &lt;a href="http://www.bowness.demon.co.uk/brain.htm"&gt;http://www.bowness.demon.co.uk/brain.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian Student: &lt;a href="http://t4jotr.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://t4jotr.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (the post is on sunday, 21/9/2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muslim version:&lt;a href="http://www.myiwc.com/forums/archive/index.php/t-3067.html"&gt;http://www.myiwc.com/forums/archive/index.php/t-3067.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the article, I truly find that philosophy is an interesting subject. Heck, it shouldn't even be classified as a subject, since it encompasses everything and goes beyond the four walls of the classroom. How I wished that classroom discussions in school could have been like this. But who am I kidding? Singapore's society is too shallow minded, that a conversation like this would make them feel uncomfortable. All those talk that Singapore is a cosmpolitan, globalised city does not make up for the fact that Singaporeans are too sensitive to talk about sensational issues. 1 different opinion said and you'll be labelled as a defiant person, who doesn't follow the norms of the religion or the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah, the perks of living in Singapore!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an undertone of &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sarcasm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in that last sentence if you could catch my drift. Till the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-262400260813760319?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/262400260813760319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=262400260813760319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/262400260813760319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/262400260813760319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/12/philosophical-change.html' title='philosophical change.'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6950754027352154988</id><published>2008-12-21T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:24:40.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want.</title><content type='html'>I seldom go out, since going out for me usually means spending money. But I had to go out today, since I wanted to cancel certain subscriptions fom my phone, especially stuff I don't normally use but have to pay for, i.e the 3G services. Anyhows, met my cousin and we went to the singtel at tampines mall to get it done. And then, we went home. I reckon that it's pathetic but I seriously do not want to spend money since I'm really going out tomorrow, watching Twilight(like finally!?!) with Farhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,I have a lot of things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm thinking of not getting the Converse shoes, but instead of getting myself a pair of Doc Martens. I've seen them around, i.e, on fashion blogs and not on the mats, and they really appeal to me. What's more with the rainy season here in Singapore. Anyhows, I hate how the mats steoreotype the the clothing that people wear. Can't they just stick to wearing sarongs? I'm being a bit racist here though. And also the topman stuff, I'm definitely not gonna wear some of their designs since they look so stereotypically mat-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I overheard a conversation that my sister had with my father, i.e through the use of another phone in the house and also because of the fact that my father talks loudly, which was what drew me to their conversation in the first place. Anyways, instead of just taking up permanent residency, my sister was asking my father's opinion on whether she should give up her singapore citizenship and go on and get an australian citizenship! OMG, how cool is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my dad objected to it. Seriously, I could just strangle him because if my sister were to be an australian citizen, there is an 100% chance that she may want the whole family to move there since she talked with me about it before. Thinking about my future, I thought that it would be a good idea. However, the reason my father rejected to the idea was because of the fact the we have relatives here and that it would be difficult for me to adapt should we move. &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;FUCK THE RELATIVES!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I mean there is always the plane to fly back here right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT I CAN/WILL ADAPT, GIVEN THE CHANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can definitely make new friends there should WE move. Like come on, Singapore is not the place if you wanna make contacts should you ever want to be a journalist, which by chance, happen to be my dream career option. You know, friends are important, but not all the time. Family: I can make do without. But the most important people in your life: business contacts. They, directly or indirectly, contribute to the amount of money that i can make. I happen to want to lead a comfortable life = money. Poor people who claim that they're happy are only kidding themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have a plan. After jc/poly, and the god-freakin' National Service, I want to be accepted into an Australian University, albeit a different one from my sister. Hopefully, it'll be somewhere in Melbourne. Definitely not Perth, since my sister says there a lot of Malay people. Come on, the only reason I am adamant of hopefully leaving singapore is to get out of this freaking hypocritical society. Why move to another city that have the same dynamics of the same city that you have just left? So, my short term goal is to end up in Australia in 5 years, and then NY in 10 years. Those are some big dreams, but big dreams are what I need to spur me on:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, this is one long post! Anyways, I came across an article that I may be commenting tomorrow. It's really interesting. So until tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-6950754027352154988?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6950754027352154988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6950754027352154988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6950754027352154988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6950754027352154988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want.html' title='i want.'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6249172276555632346</id><published>2008-12-20T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:32:20.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apparent activity.</title><content type='html'>The lack of apparent updates on this blog could only mean 1 thing, it's either that I'm busy, or just that I'm plain lazy. So in this week of absence, I've been kind of busy actually. Not necessarily rotting at home, because I've been out and about. Also, I owe people a lot of photos, so when I have the time, or when I want to, I'll post up some photographs taken this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's start with exactly a week ago, on a Saturday, which was my cousin's wedding day, or the day that he got legally married to his then-girlfriend-now-wife.  So, I should wish him a happy 1 week anniversary. The real event took place on sunday, which was the day of the reception, which was held all the way at HORT PARK, near Alexandra Road. Well, I wasn't too thrilled about the location since it's so far away, and the fact that I got lost on the way, but upon reaching, I found the place to be exquisite. The decoration was nice and the food were great. Plus, there were lots to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's just say that I'm not a fan of family gatherings. I'm not against it but I just don't see myself looking forward to it sometimes. It's a chance for people, who doesn't really get a chance to meet up in real life to come together and do what? TALK? Anyways, I got a little bit closer to my maternal side of relatives, since I don't really mix with them. Surprisingly, this was 1 family gathering that I did talk a lot, albeit to the ones closer to my age whom I don't really talk to at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, upon reaching home from the wedding reception, I got an sms from a primary school friend of mine, asking whether I would want to go shopping at this new mall in Johor. I agreed and so we headed down there taking a bus on Tuesday. Unfortunately, it was the "grand" opening of the new immigration checkpoint in Johor. There were all these reporters and such, so it was chaotic. We practically had to wait in the bus for a freaking 1 hour, and then had to wait in line to get our passports checked. Thereafter, we headed to city square, ate at Marrybrown, and proceeded to Jusco, ate, shop, ate, shop and went home. BTW, I &lt;3 dunkin donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I headed to this converse warehouse sale somewhere that had 40% discount on footwear. Of course, I was super excited to go since it's like a christmas sale. However, I didn't find anyhting that interests me, so I went home empty handed, much to the surprise of my mom, whom I think had expected me to splurge. But rest assured, I'm going there again, to scour for at least something that I want, so I'd be satisfied that I bought something from the sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day I spent the entire morning sorting through my wardrobe. I want to give some things away, but ended up taking them back and putting them into the rear end of the wardrobe. So, the only thing I managed to really clear out and be satisfied with is the school uniforms' compartment of my wardrobe. And, I seriously need to start wearing the new clothes that I bought, since I'm always wearing the same clothes at home. I have this syndrome, where I buy a lot of things and one go, hoping that I'll wear them some time, but when the time comes, I won't be wearing them. URRGGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, chalet planning has not been smooth sailing. There has been a lot of hiccups and misunderstadings that I really have to salute people that have planned chalets before. It's not easy getting confirmations from everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ some people are just a punch of f***** up asses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-6249172276555632346?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6249172276555632346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6249172276555632346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6249172276555632346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6249172276555632346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/12/apparent-activity.html' title='apparent activity.'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3103502409089404753</id><published>2008-12-10T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:42:50.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans?</title><content type='html'>Life is super mundane. I've not done anything productive, lest of all finding a job. I kind of feel like I do need a job right now. I don't mind working for like at the Expo for some conventions or whatnots. Well, at least it pays, rather than going through youtube and myspace and all those sites to keep me entertained. That's how pathetic my life is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least when I was still in school, during the holidays, I was occupied. Homeworks, although a nuisance, keeps me alive in a way. The brain is functioning. Not only that, when you're online, you have an aim, say to research on that project. Now, I feel like a cyber nomad, going through evrey sites there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister is finally going to permanently stay in Australia. YEAH! And thats not in a demeaning evil kind of way but a happy one. Because I can visit her there like whenever I want to. Ok, so not whenever but at least some times. No one to bother me anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random stuff here but Mcdonalds' getting more expensive than ever. I remembered in primary school the set meals cost no more than 6 bucks and now, they're nearing 7 bucks. It's so damn annoying. By the way, mega mcspicy sucked like hell. I think it's bland - don't know why people are calling it spicy - and the patties are like smaller than the regular ones. Ok, now I get it. 2 smaller patties = 1 mega mcspicy = 1 thick normal patty = 1 mcspicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, the cousin's wedding is this weekend and I'm helping out at the reception. At least I don't have to wear a baju kurung. Most probably wearing a similar ensemble to the one that I wore to prom. Well, better make use of the clothes anyhows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shazlyn wants to meet up on friday to discuss about the chalet stuffs. Mostly, everything or mostly everything has been settled. Maybe I can learn how to rollerblade at the park later on. So, I guess that's my new year's resolution: to learn how to rollerblade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3103502409089404753?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3103502409089404753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3103502409089404753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3103502409089404753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3103502409089404753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/12/plans.html' title='plans?'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-1570783707991905553</id><published>2008-12-06T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:26:54.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM BORED...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-1570783707991905553?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/1570783707991905553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=1570783707991905553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1570783707991905553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1570783707991905553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-8466905403091558705</id><published>2008-12-02T00:30:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:11:12.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i want to do in life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQWNckEXbI/AAAAAAAABCU/TfuhGH6XDfA/s1600-h/NY.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274865483819277746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQWNckEXbI/AAAAAAAABCU/TfuhGH6XDfA/s200/NY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I want to move to NEW YORK CITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQV4KNQ7oI/AAAAAAAABCM/DhRb7yxe5Uc/s1600-h/new-york-city-fire-escapes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274865118114541186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQV4KNQ7oI/AAAAAAAABCM/DhRb7yxe5Uc/s200/new-york-city-fire-escapes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want to live in one of these apartments that have fire escapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQVgHnTzaI/AAAAAAAABB8/uWfmlbPRg5I/s1600-h/Time_Warner_Center.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274864705101614498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQVgHnTzaI/AAAAAAAABB8/uWfmlbPRg5I/s200/Time_Warner_Center.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I want to work for CNN at The Time Warner Centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQVLFsoHXI/AAAAAAAABB0/tMvRMMh8IUo/s1600-h/ny+subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274864343809793394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQVLFsoHXI/AAAAAAAABB0/tMvRMMh8IUo/s200/ny+subway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I want to take the subway to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQVEq9Zg1I/AAAAAAAABBs/YzMVNzc0j-A/s1600-h/macys-new-york-city-store.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274864233553167186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQVEq9Zg1I/AAAAAAAABBs/YzMVNzc0j-A/s200/macys-new-york-city-store.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I want to shop at MACY'S and see their parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQU__dTT5I/AAAAAAAABBk/4owBhsXnJSw/s1600-h/nyNeimanMarcus.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274864153156341650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQU__dTT5I/AAAAAAAABBk/4owBhsXnJSw/s200/nyNeimanMarcus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I also want to shop at Neiman Marcus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQU5-a7aGI/AAAAAAAABBc/Eut2AWf-D68/s1600-h/ny_blooming_lgl.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274864049798735970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQU5-a7aGI/AAAAAAAABBc/Eut2AWf-D68/s200/ny_blooming_lgl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I definitely want to check out Bloomingdales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQUylBd13I/AAAAAAAABBU/DywiKaR5fZA/s1600-h/nycsunset_tyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274863922721970034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQUylBd13I/AAAAAAAABBU/DywiKaR5fZA/s200/nycsunset_tyson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I want to walk the streets of New York during sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQUqV3jpLI/AAAAAAAABBM/un211POBdoo/s1600-h/New_York_Morning__by_RavenBlakh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274863781214921906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQUqV3jpLI/AAAAAAAABBM/un211POBdoo/s200/New_York_Morning__by_RavenBlakh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; And just be one of those faceless people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want to be able to do great things in life, and not work in a stuffy office with boring co-workers who go to work just because they have to in order to keep their ricebowl. I want to work with people who have passion in whatever they do, who's not whiny to stay late in the office to complete the work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be surrounded with people that know their goals in life and reach for them, even if it means quitting their high-flying job just to be backpacking through the country and fulfil their life-long dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do all those things I've laid out in the pictorial above before the age of 30. So, to friends whom I hope will be able to keep in touch until then, please kick me in the butt and challenge me to do all these things should I not have already done them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yell at me, scream at me, kick my butt!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all those things because that's what good friends are for. They will spur you on the moment you falter and they will support you no matter what just in order for you to reach your dreams.&lt;/span&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/33324480-8466905403091558705?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/8466905403091558705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=8466905403091558705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8466905403091558705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8466905403091558705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-want-to-do-in-life.html' title='what i want to do in life?'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STQWNckEXbI/AAAAAAAABCU/TfuhGH6XDfA/s72-c/NY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-7898313555635826554</id><published>2008-11-30T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:34:24.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time or money?</title><content type='html'>I saw this while browsing through random blogs of people and thought it's interesting enough for me to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are given 2 choices. A choice of US$1,000,000 (a million), or one final hour with your dying father and mother, both of whom you’ll never ever get to see again. You can only pick one, forfeiting the other..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most politically correct answer that I think many people would give or have given is that they would choose to spend that final hour with their dying father and mother. It seems that family bond is the most important thing in the world and many people can't live without it. If that is truly the case, why are there so many cases of divorce that I've heard or read about in the newspapers? Or the increasing number of old people that are being send to old folks' home? Or the increased number of studio flats being built by the goverment to house the senior citizens because their children do not want them any more? Basically, everyone wants people to think highly of them, to think that they're taking good care of their parents or what nots. That's why the answer of spending the final hour with the dying parents is the choice that many people would have chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally for me, I would choose that $1,000,000. Now before you start thinking of this and that, hear my reasoning out. Ignoring my rants about parents in many of my previous posts, I would answer this question from a neutral point of view. Firstly, death is inevitable and we somehow have been preparing for it ever since we've had someone close to us pass away. From the question, it's obvious that the parents are sick since they're "dying". If it's a quick death, let's say an airplane crash or a heart attack, I would definitely have chosen the oppurtunity to spend time with the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the case of dying parents, would you have wanted to prolong their sufferings? I'm sure you wouldn't want to have the last memories of your parents to be them hanging onto their life by a thread with support systems all aver their body. What good would an extra hour make? Can you miraculously create a new medicine that can save their lifes? Or are you just going to spend that extra entire hour crying by their bedsides, because deep down in your heart, you know that they're still going to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for me, when I think about it, I'm thinking about the future and not the past. The past are memories that will forever be with you. The times you spend with the parents could have probably made up for their death. That extra hour may probably just be something that you seek solace from, where you seek forgiveness and blablabla. Imagine what that $1,000,000 could do. Pay for your rent, school fees or even get you a house. So for me, what good would an extra painful hour make when you could have spent a whole entire lifetime with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I would choose the $1,000,000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-7898313555635826554?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/7898313555635826554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=7898313555635826554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7898313555635826554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7898313555635826554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-or-money.html' title='time or money?'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6662186455353412121</id><published>2008-11-30T00:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:50:18.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>batman + giles deacon + model crush</title><content type='html'>Did you know that Batman has died. It's so sad. I may not be that big of a comic book fan but I still do read them ok. Yeah, hard to believe right? Batman was supposedly killed by this bad guy who pretended to be his father even though everyone knows that Batman's father a.k.a Bruce Wayne's father was shot when he was a kid. Is Batman that stupid? Whatever it is, to me, it still means that it's a loss of an ICON. I mean why are the writers killing all the superheroes. In a time like this, I think the fantasy of superheroes need to be kept alive. I mean Superman has been killed and just last year, Captain America was killed. it's so unfair. Why does the bad guys always win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Wayne has always been BATMAN for centuries and now that the writers have killed him, they're going to replace the person in the batsuit with either ROBIN or that wonder boy? If Robin becomes Batman, then who will become Robin and be Batman's sidekick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STF9FzlaawI/AAAAAAAABA8/ehOGNDty6ys/s1600-h/batman+dies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274134177327508226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STF9FzlaawI/AAAAAAAABA8/ehOGNDty6ys/s400/batman+dies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wanna have this T-Shirt. It's practically probably the only thing I can afford from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giles Deacon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! The fact that the Batman died has nothing to do with me wanting this T-Shirt. Ok, so maybe a little bit but still. It costs like €12 so that basically translates to S$36. If only I could get my mom to get it for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274132792298400322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STF71L8vakI/AAAAAAAABA0/jlNcNo2h6n0/s320/giles.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a new model crush and her name is Natasha Poly. However, Alice is still my number 1 model forever! &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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STF1KX_Jo-I/AAAAAAAABAs/--QX1dk-a44/s1600-h/natasha+poly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274125459725591522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STF1KX_Jo-I/AAAAAAAABAs/--QX1dk-a44/s320/natasha+poly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STF0ukaoXkI/AAAAAAAABAc/amz0eBq3FJk/s1600-h/natsha+poly+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274124982025739842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STF0ukaoXkI/AAAAAAAABAc/amz0eBq3FJk/s320/natsha+poly+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-6662186455353412121?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6662186455353412121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6662186455353412121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6662186455353412121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6662186455353412121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/model-crush.html' title='batman + giles deacon + model crush'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/STF9FzlaawI/AAAAAAAABA8/ehOGNDty6ys/s72-c/batman+dies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-8577100236717166735</id><published>2008-11-29T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:23:37.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move/moving/moved on</title><content type='html'>I think that it has finally hit me that I may never be able to see so many Nassians in one room ever again other than the collection of results next year. To never be able to sit at the same table in the same classroom anymore. Or even go to the same school. Or talk about the teachers' appearances with people at the back of the class. I think that I will forever miss those moments. Aww, I'm getting all sentimental and mushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never realised all of that until prom night where everyone was decked out in their best garments. Nobody looked particularly trashy or bad as everyone looked good. In fact, dare I say that 99.9% of everyone who attended the prom was absolutely terrific-looking. The girls were fabulous. I mean they really went all out to look their best. And they carried their looks well. The teachers were severely underdressed that it looked like they weren't even making an effort, except for ms low who wore this spaghetti strap red floral dress that looked divine on her! Even if it was supposed to be a night to remember for the students and not the teachers, it doesn't hurt for them to at least look their best on the last day/night that we're ever going to call them our teachers. Get over it by now because I think that most people would rather be shot in the head by a gun than be seen by a teacher outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, I think that 4r3 has been a really great class. There aren't any major drama queens like some of the other classes and we are kind of in the good books of the teachers so that helps in getting a lot of praises! Personally for me, secondary school life has been great. 4 years of your life is being spent with all these people. It's the best because it helps to develop you as a person. 1R6 05', 2R6 06', 3R3 07' and 4R3 08' will be the experience that I'll never forget at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WILL REMEMBER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amelia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as the ballet dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liu Ting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the table-table player who is really good at PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geraldine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the girl whom I often tease with the name, G-BAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mei Ling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the Ms Susana Tan look-a-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kelly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as the life of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bao Yi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as the girl with hair clip in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yan Wei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the girl who sleeps in front of the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as this feisty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rui Shan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as the mother of the class + an awesome writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the girl whom I did last minute Geography revision with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elaine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as the girl who always turns around in classand laughs with Yi Ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Fong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the girl who's in drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Germaine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as this quiet girl that people say is awesome in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Goh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as a very confident girl who spoke in front of class 1R6 on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yi Ting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as the girl who always turns around in class and laughs with Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adeline &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as the girl who has a high, cute voice that dances at the Chingay Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zuo Yi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as this pro-volleyballer that wore a breathtaking black gown at prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serene &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as the choir girl + girl that I sat with during Sec 1 + girl who I have the most engaging conversation with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meitri &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as the girl Ben likes to tease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the great dancer + awesome good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Izzati &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as this band and maths geek + awesome good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bee Cheng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as BB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miki &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as the NPCC cadet + Mickey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee Chuang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the girl I've known since Primary 2 + awesome class chairperson + tomato + girl who nearly drowns hadn't Kenny saved her during Sec 3 camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pei Wen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the enthusiastic girl who cannot settle for second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tasha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the emo girl who's not really emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shir Lin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the girl that I first knew at Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theresa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the girl who brings a huge water bottle to the exam hall + girl who brings a whole tissue box to exam hall + girl who can't stop sneezing in the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angeline &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as this super enthu girl that dances/shouts/screams/sings in class who wore a hot fuschia/hot pink gown at prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winnie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as one of the sweetest girl in school + Winnie Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yan Ting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the girl that is super enthusiastic who dances with energy during graduation day + girl that wore super gorgeous maxi dress to prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yee Ling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the girl who may possibly be a genius that answered my question in 2 seconds when everybody else is still thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shun Zi&lt;/strong&gt; as the tallest girl in class that always plays around with lee chuang and yan ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ken &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as the lollipop sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the guy that I squashed in the tent during Sec 3 camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as this super great scouts guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jansen &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as the guy whom I see on the bus almost every day + guy who I asked last minute maths formula before exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benjamin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as this Swedish guy who is actually a Persian who have this religious Muslim mother but who drinks martini + awesome good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ren Wei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the guy who brought this big green umbrella to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yong Guang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the guy whom I teased kelly with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as this Liverpool fanatic that saved Lee Chuang during Sec 3 camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-8577100236717166735?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/8577100236717166735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=8577100236717166735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8577100236717166735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8577100236717166735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/movemovingmoved-on.html' title='move/moving/moved on'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3134300878656947436</id><published>2008-11-26T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:14:05.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SS0c_HQPBAI/AAAAAAAABAU/JTid_wToF-k/s1600-h/you+remind+me+of+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272902609325196290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SS0c_HQPBAI/AAAAAAAABAU/JTid_wToF-k/s200/you+remind+me+of+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I'm done reading this book and I must say, it's a really nice book, even though it doesn't have the sense of suspense and thriller that one would have hoped from a book about adoption and kidnapping. It just seems to be too perfect. 2 brothers - the one older by 5 years was borned to an unwed mother of age 16 and was later given up for adoption. Younger brother found himself stuck to the mother who became depressed. Years later, younger brother found older brother and wanted to be part of his life. Unfortunately, older brother was not too sure so younger brother sort of took older brother's son away on a camping trip. The background of the story was about drugs and jail time and vices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, for me, by the middle of the story, I kind of knew the direction of where the story is going to be going at. Although there are some redeeming qualities like the writer's ability to make you feel that you're going through what the character is going through, but at the end of the day, it just doesn't give you that oomph factor. Plus, this book does not make me feel sad approaching the last chapter. An excellent book always makes me feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BTW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super freaking excite for tomorrow that I could just pee in my pants. PROM is going to be tomorrow baybeh! Like finally, tomorrow night is going to finally be the night where I really have graduated from secondary school. After all those hectic shopping sprees and what-nots, finally, everyone would be able to be and look their best on prom night:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3134300878656947436?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3134300878656947436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3134300878656947436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3134300878656947436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3134300878656947436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/book.html' title='book'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SS0c_HQPBAI/AAAAAAAABAU/JTid_wToF-k/s72-c/you+remind+me+of+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3115379173952094884</id><published>2008-11-25T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:23:26.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absurd</title><content type='html'>Agence France-Presse - 11/24/2008 12:05 PM GMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Singapore PM to earn almost 2 million dlrs -- after pay cut&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's prime minister is to lose 19 percent of his salary because of the global economic turmoil but will still earn almost &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;two million US dollars a year&lt;/span&gt;, a report said Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong, his cabinet, and other senior administrators will see their pay cut by up to 19 percent next year because of salary components linked to the city-state's economic growth, The Straits Times website reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is in recession and the government said the economy could contract next year.&lt;br /&gt;"In view of the clouded economic outlook and the likelihood that salaries will be lower next year, the government has decided to defer the January 2009 salary adjustment," the report quoted the Public Service Division as saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Division could not be immediately reached for comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the pay cut, Lee will earn &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3.04 million dollars (1.99 million US)&lt;/span&gt; a year, while ministers will see an 18 percent drop to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1.57 million dollars&lt;/span&gt;, The Straits Times said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare public fury erupted in April 2007 when the government announced salary hikes for politicians and senior officials. In response, Lee said the government would pay him the higher salary but he would "donate" the increase "to suitable good causes" for five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White House said at the time that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;US President George W. Bush got paid 400,000 dollars&lt;/span&gt; per year for doing his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore officials have said high salaries are necessary to recruit and retain talented individuals, and to prevent corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teo Chee Hean, the minister in charge of the civil service, said the government last year introduced the mechanism linking a significant proportion of senior civil servants' salaries to economic performance, a system which is working as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Public sector salaries follow the market up and down," The Straits Times quoted him as saying. "This mechanism allows salaries to respond more rapidly to market conditions."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3115379173952094884?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3115379173952094884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3115379173952094884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3115379173952094884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3115379173952094884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/absurd.html' title='absurd'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-415274582753022460</id><published>2008-11-24T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:21:31.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion television</title><content type='html'>Ok, let's face it. I'm getting bored doing nothing at home. So, what better thing to do than search for television series online. Yes, I scoured through the abbyys of the internet and managed to find STYLISTA! Like finally, after so long of waiting for it to be up on youtube. And I kind of like it even though some people out there may say that it does not reflect the true sense of working in a fashion magazine. But whatever, it's still a good television series to keep up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it's OFFICIAL! Project Runway season 5 really suck. After a brilliant season 4, it kind of fell flat on the ground. Nothing revolutionary that redefines fashion at all. I guess all the talents were cast in season 4 and no new talents were found for the later season. It was kind of an underwhelming feeling watching the first episode. The first design challenge was a recycled theme from season 1, the "make-a-garment-using-supermarket-stuffs", which brought about the infamous corn husk dress. Anyways, the designers mostly used cloth-based materials, which was not what the challenge was all about. So, it missed the mark and did not have the WOW factor as compared to season 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also seen the final episode. At first, I thought the winner kind of sucked, just looking at the photos, but after a while, it sunk into me, that her simplistic style was the overall best. The rest of the designers in the finale made the clothes look cheap. When you're given 5 months and $8000, you create gorgeous, revolutionary garments, not some denim jeans and cowboy boots. Also, the lack of creativity led to one designer having similar garments to Balenciaga and Alexander Mcqueen. WHAT A RIPPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was looking through ontd and came across this photos. I personally think that they're wonderful. It's a composition of the 12 months of vogue editions this year alone. Surprisingly, I really like the Asian editions because they look pleasant and tranquil. The worst no doubt is the US version. I think that US Vogue will only redeem it's position as a number 1 magazine after Anna Wntour retires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrBiqMPFHI/AAAAAAAABAM/B6MCg_fMCnk/s1600-h/vogue+brazil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272239114975908978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrBiqMPFHI/AAAAAAAABAM/B6MCg_fMCnk/s200/vogue+brazil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vogue Brazil - I LIKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrBii7RCOI/AAAAAAAABAE/Zf956ipk_Ck/s1600-h/vogue+china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272239113025685730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrBii7RCOI/AAAAAAAABAE/Zf956ipk_Ck/s200/vogue+china.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vogue China - Surprisingly, I LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrA5LcfMiI/AAAAAAAAA_8/PBPPGGyLHvY/s1600-h/vogue+germany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238402347938338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrA5LcfMiI/AAAAAAAAA_8/PBPPGGyLHvY/s200/vogue+germany.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vogue Germany - I LIKE 50%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrA4281bAI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jLiAEO3nngk/s1600-h/vogue+italy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238396846468098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrA4281bAI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jLiAEO3nngk/s200/vogue+italy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vogue Italia - I HATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrA4buCusI/AAAAAAAAA_s/DtxS0cEI9Tk/s1600-h/vogue+japan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238389536668354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrA4buCusI/AAAAAAAAA_s/DtxS0cEI9Tk/s200/vogue+japan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vogue Japan - I REALLY LIKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrA3VCKRkI/AAAAAAAAA_k/0XRQnc-iaGg/s1600-h/vogue+korea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238370562131522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrA3VCKRkI/AAAAAAAAA_k/0XRQnc-iaGg/s200/vogue+korea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vogue Korea - MY FAVOURITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrAjqeU0JI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/jw8qLBSXnLo/s1600-h/vogue+paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238032720023698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrAjqeU0JI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/jw8qLBSXnLo/s200/vogue+paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vogue Paris - Surprisingly, I DON"T LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrAjWCRq5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/sSi6jo5vozg/s1600-h/vogue+russia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238027233667986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrAjWCRq5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/sSi6jo5vozg/s200/vogue+russia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vogue Russia - I'M TORN ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrAjAYbTwI/AAAAAAAAA_A/toewr66r0hw/s1600-h/vogue+uk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238021420994306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrAjAYbTwI/AAAAAAAAA_A/toewr66r0hw/s200/vogue+uk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vogue UK - I KINDA LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrAjF9gYOI/AAAAAAAAA-0/m2H8EZ9xY6s/s1600-h/vogue+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238022918693090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrAjF9gYOI/AAAAAAAAA-0/m2H8EZ9xY6s/s200/vogue+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vogue US - I ABSOLUTELY HATE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see Drew Barrymore and Reese Witherspoon. URRGHH!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-415274582753022460?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/415274582753022460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=415274582753022460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/415274582753022460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/415274582753022460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/fashion-television.html' title='fashion television'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSrBiqMPFHI/AAAAAAAABAM/B6MCg_fMCnk/s72-c/vogue+brazil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-2563242320211746697</id><published>2008-11-23T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:20:44.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>antm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSj1zDAV3fI/AAAAAAAAA-k/lPCYyGo_Mwo/s1600-h/mckey+cg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271733621166038514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSj1zDAV3fI/AAAAAAAAA-k/lPCYyGo_Mwo/s320/mckey+cg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The latest winner of America's Next Top Model: MCKEY SULLIVAN&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 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/33324480-2563242320211746697?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/2563242320211746697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=2563242320211746697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2563242320211746697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2563242320211746697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/antm.html' title='antm'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSj1zDAV3fI/AAAAAAAAA-k/lPCYyGo_Mwo/s72-c/mckey+cg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-8971955608042413198</id><published>2008-11-23T13:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:16:49.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just because</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSjxr-cyxGI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ksiK0b8eA7A/s1600-h/Alamela_-_Test_107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271729101637600354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSjxr-cyxGI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ksiK0b8eA7A/s320/Alamela_-_Test_107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel like posting this photo just because I like it. No reason at all. Okay, so I've had no life and have been going through top model forums and galleries and I found this photo. I just like it, so I've decided to post it. No harm done. Anyways, I like how the red dress contrasts with the vines of the brick wall. And how the train of the dress flows like water in the wind. It has a gothic vibe to it which I love. And, she looks like a dancer, no a ballerina. *sings human by the killer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm free to use to the laptop as and when I want to since my sister is no longer in Singapore. Yippee! That sounds a little bit bad but it's just a relief to have my things just the way they are. No disturbances and no more fighting on who to use the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out like every single day since the last week. There's a birthday celebration for a little nephew of mine later on. He wants "LEGO" as presents. Damn little obnoxious children, always wanting presents. I'm going to go broke buying presents all around. BTW, I sent my sister to the airport yesterday, an I must say, I love Terminal 2 out of all the terminals. I dunno why. Terminal 1 sucks whereas I don't feel a connection to Terminal 3. YES, I AM WEIRD! She was boarding the plane alone and her luggage weighs like 40kg when the designated weight for each person was 25kg. Of course she panicked for a while, rushes to take out certain useless things, and in that process, broke the handle-bars of her luggage. *sings handlebars by flobots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I sad she has to leave? A LITTLE BIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-8971955608042413198?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/8971955608042413198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=8971955608042413198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8971955608042413198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8971955608042413198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-because.html' title='just because'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSjxr-cyxGI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ksiK0b8eA7A/s72-c/Alamela_-_Test_107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-1794355231908490207</id><published>2008-11-22T23:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:09:44.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>long overdue photos</title><content type='html'>So, finally I have the time to post these long-overdue photos up. SORRY NABILAH! Kept you waiting for the photos for a long time. Basically, all these happened on the last day of O-LEVEL paper on 13 November! 6 crazy &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;ex-NASSIAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; decided to meet up at 1 pm but only 1(me!) arrived on time. The honour of the last person that arrived has to go to BEN: 45 minutes late. Anyways, the bowling was guys vs gals. Guys ruled the first game. Girls managed to overcome their weakness and swept the next 2 games. Whatever. Anyways, ate sushi after that and went around WHITESANDS. The end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgs9kEvpWI/AAAAAAAAA-U/p7mII6k1Q9o/s1600-h/untitled8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271512800004384098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgs9kEvpWI/AAAAAAAAA-U/p7mII6k1Q9o/s320/untitled8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgsxvjSOwI/AAAAAAAAA-M/yvkw6XGL4BY/s1600-h/untitled6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271512596926839554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgsxvjSOwI/AAAAAAAAA-M/yvkw6XGL4BY/s320/untitled6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgsjd-OgcI/AAAAAAAAA-E/PZww4-9a7pA/s1600-h/untitled5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271512351689834946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgsjd-OgcI/AAAAAAAAA-E/PZww4-9a7pA/s320/untitled5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgsb0S0eaI/AAAAAAAAA98/B6r-0zF1pfI/s1600-h/untitled7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271512220242835874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgsb0S0eaI/AAAAAAAAA98/B6r-0zF1pfI/s320/untitled7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgsTxyx0yI/AAAAAAAAA90/WoyuaS2lmA0/s1600-h/untitled4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271512082132620066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgsTxyx0yI/AAAAAAAAA90/WoyuaS2lmA0/s320/untitled4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgsF95UFOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/lj6c889eWsU/s1600-h/untitled3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271511844863087842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgsF95UFOI/AAAAAAAAA9s/lj6c889eWsU/s320/untitled3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgr1ZWpX9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/LwXyqrUKKb4/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271511560176099282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgr1ZWpX9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/LwXyqrUKKb4/s320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgrjfwmG5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/tonJO_Hk4JQ/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271511252657904530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgrjfwmG5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/tonJO_Hk4JQ/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/33324480-1794355231908490207?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/1794355231908490207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=1794355231908490207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1794355231908490207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/1794355231908490207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-overdue-photos.html' title='long overdue photos'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSgs9kEvpWI/AAAAAAAAA-U/p7mII6k1Q9o/s72-c/untitled8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3422359400064387933</id><published>2008-11-20T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:37:43.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patience is virtue</title><content type='html'>Dearest people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been able to upload certain pictures now because I am outside and I do not have my thumb-drive with me. So hopefully, I'll be able to get it all done by tonight, 12 am. Anyways, I've found my prom clothes and I must say, I'm satisfied with it. Of course, like duh, I must be happy with it. If not, I'm not even gonna be wearing it to prom night in the first place. The ttal cost of my outfit is $189, so it's under my budget, which is a good thing. Going to buy jodi picoult's book with the rest of the money though. So, can swap books with SERENE. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my sister has been pestering me to get a part-time job. I mean, what's the point when the hoilidays are so short and I've so many plans to get done, eg, prom, chalet, movies, picnics. So stop pestering me to get a bloody job. Firstly, I do not want to work at mcdonalds because one, the pay is too little, secondly, I DO NOT clean up after people and thirdly, I have better things to do than say, "Would you like to upsize your drink sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not working during the holiays does not mean that I'm lazy. It just means that I do not want to waste my holidays. After slogging off for 4 boody years, I think I deserve a long break. Just because you have worked part time before doesn't mean that I have to follow in your footsteps. Anyways, if you have not realised it yet, I've tried to do things my way all this while. The reason you got a job is because you went to a polytechnic. I am aiming for a JC, so I need to concentrate. If I am not wrong, You're the one who said that I do not need to get a part-time job since our parents are going to provide for me. So can you please get off my back now. Oh, I forgot, you're going back to Australia this week. It's a good thing I won't be following you because if not, you'll be drumming words into my ears. SO LONG SISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;ASYRAF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3422359400064387933?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3422359400064387933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3422359400064387933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3422359400064387933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3422359400064387933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/patience-is-virtue.html' title='patience is virtue'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-8822654335480076791</id><published>2008-11-18T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:15:10.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSKjelNxPbI/AAAAAAAAA9U/CMrgy05JObc/s1600-h/untitled5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269954259758169522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSKjelNxPbI/AAAAAAAAA9U/CMrgy05JObc/s400/untitled5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Am a little bit busy. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PREVIEW&lt;/span&gt; of next post, by friday:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-8822654335480076791?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/8822654335480076791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=8822654335480076791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8822654335480076791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8822654335480076791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/preview.html' title='preview'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SSKjelNxPbI/AAAAAAAAA9U/CMrgy05JObc/s72-c/untitled5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-5408558601586576250</id><published>2008-11-13T10:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:39:14.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O LEVELS IS SO OVER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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;br&gt;P.S Update later tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/33324480-5408558601586576250?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/5408558601586576250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=5408558601586576250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5408558601586576250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5408558601586576250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/over.html' title='over'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3102470022670767404</id><published>2008-11-11T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:40:27.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personality</title><content type='html'>I know I shouldn't be doing this since there's chemistry mcqs tomorrow but I just feel so bored going through chemistry facts over and over again. I guess the tests aren't too reliable, so I tried 2, and they showed similar results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test: &lt;a href="http://www.personalitytest.net/"&gt;www.personalitytest.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an INTJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;INTJs’ precision thinking and need for accuracy causes them to be inflexible at times. Having thought out a strategy, the INTJ may stubbornly disregard those who they think have not spent as much time reflecting on an idea as they have. This, along with their drive to produce something significant, can make them demanding and difficult. If their plans and solutions fall short of their high standards, INTJ's feel pressured — as if everything is on the line. "Everything," for an INTJ, is the competence and ability to produce something significant. Fear of not living up to this expectation will increase their stress and possibly dissuade them from risking or trying out their ideas. They may then find themselves thinking about ideas that do not have a meaningful or productive end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When stress increases, the INTJ can become argumentative and disagreeable. Social interaction, which is not their strength, becomes increasingly difficult for them. Not trusting their own abilities, they become preoccupied with obsessive notions. The INTJ may then find themselves spending an inordinate amount of time fighting horrible thoughts, tempting absurdities, and feelings of worthlessness. Fearful of others recognizing their perceived failure, the INTJ incessantly ruminates about mistakes, inadequacies, weaknesses, ineptness, and incompetence. Because this distracts them from risking what little confidence they may have left in themselves, it therefore keeps them from obtaining the success and achievement they so desperately need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3102470022670767404?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3102470022670767404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3102470022670767404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3102470022670767404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3102470022670767404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/personality.html' title='personality'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-2848083863159195640</id><published>2008-11-10T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:20:53.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting or just plain weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRf4gRBBjmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/HomtTyOA0JM/s1600-h/name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266951522440285794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRf4gRBBjmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/HomtTyOA0JM/s320/name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was reading the TODAY newspaper yesterday night and I came upon the "quirky world" section. Anyhows, can you imagine introducing yourself, let's say to a job interviewer, as "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CAPTAIN FANTASTIC FASTER THAN SUPERMAN SPIDERMAN BATMAN WOLVERINE THE HULK AND THE FLASH COMBINED&lt;/span&gt;". And it's not a joke, it's a real name. Imagine when you have to write it down when you're about to sit for your exams, on all 8 pages of the answer paper. That must have been a lot of fun. Supposedly, this person was bored of his conventional name - George Garratt - and decided to change it so that he can be unique. I think freak should have been the word to describe him when he decided to change his name to that of superheroes combined. Ingenius I must say? Or is it plain stupidity? God knows how his children are going to adress him. Papa Wolverine or Mr Hulk? Would he even get any girl with that weird name? Maybe those who are freaks like him most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, some genius person at Oxford University(dreams ^.^) has managed to compile a list of most annoying and irritating phrases. Seriously? There's 10 of it apparently. So, if you want to annoy people, use all of these 10 phrases concurrently when you talk to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Absolutely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I, personally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a nightmare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At this moment in time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shouldn't of&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24/7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With all due respect&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fairly unique&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the end of the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not rocket science&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Example from The Daily Telegraph: Absolutely, I, personally, think it's a nightmare! At this moment in time,he shouldn't of to go to work 24/7. With all due respect, his job is fairly unique, but at the end of the day, it's not rocket science. If you really want to annoy people, use it all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-2848083863159195640?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/2848083863159195640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=2848083863159195640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2848083863159195640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2848083863159195640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/interesting-or-just-plain-weird.html' title='interesting or just plain weird'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRf4gRBBjmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/HomtTyOA0JM/s72-c/name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-4740267795814027327</id><published>2008-11-09T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:57:20.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video log'/><title type='text'>video log number 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7mi2B75wHw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7mi2B75wHw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, this is my first video log ever and it's just me trying out new stuff. I just watched the news on channel 5 about the execution of the bali bombers and just had something to say about it. Seriously, if you don't like my face, don't watch the video because it's me commenting on issues I want to talk about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-4740267795814027327?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/4740267795814027327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=4740267795814027327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4740267795814027327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/4740267795814027327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/video-log-number-1.html' title='video log number 1'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-723944935296562858</id><published>2008-11-09T18:49:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:53:33.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>books after the exams</title><content type='html'>I find myself drawn to this blog again for whatever reason. It's like that first time you start blogging and you just want to write it all out. Since this is my blog, I can do whatever I want with it. And it's an avenue for me to write whatever I want, when I want to. Sort of like a journal I used to keep when I was in primary school. So, there might be a few posts in a day or none at all. Anyways, I'm hungry as hell but nobody's at home and there's no food and I don't want to waste my own money to call mcdonalds so basically, I'm just eating an apple. Anyhows, I just want to post about certain books that I've read when I shouldn't have been reading them. And it's all Jodi Picoult's books. I've no idea but she has such great affinity to write about stuffs that will tug your heart-strings and make you think about whatever subject that she's written about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266608805938545986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRbAzijpRUI/AAAAAAAAA80/g0O4jfqQhLg/s320/jodi+keeping+faith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This first book I read was I think after the June holidays after I found it in the school library. I figured I should at least sample the book first before buying it. But anyways, I did not buy the book since I've finished reading it before the date due. It's like I could never put it down. When I'm reading a book, I won't be watching the tv or even be on the internet. It'll be 100% on the book. So I think I was lucky to be reading this book first since it really got me hooked onto this gem of an author. I've always noticed her books at Popular but never really got to or wanted to pick up any of her books. Anyways, this is one book that I think would play in your mind even after you have put it down. Topics like divorce and extra-marital affairs all comes into play. It's not in the lewd manner that some authors have the tendency to write about but it just sets the basis to how a child could suffer during a divorce and how he/she would cope or struggle or find ways to get the parents' attention once again. But of course, I wouldn't pick up this book if it didn't have the sensational issue of : Is this child really talking to god? I know that some people are really uncomfortable with issues like this but to me, it's jst a book and there's no harm in reading it. So believe me when I say that if any parents or couple are thinking of getting a divorce, you should really read this book first and then think how it's going to affect that child. That child may just grow up being able to talk to god and have an imaginary friend or just be an obsessive compulsive liar and be locked in a mental instituition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRbAl9UPdYI/AAAAAAAAA8s/7fHcAc2AmNE/s1600-h/jodi+nineteen+minutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266608572603528578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRbAl9UPdYI/AAAAAAAAA8s/7fHcAc2AmNE/s320/jodi+nineteen+minutes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the second book that I've really read about is also by Jodi Picoult. Surprise, surprise! Anyways, the reason that I really wanted to read this book was not because of the Virginia Tech Massacre that happened last year but it was because of The Columbine High School Massacre that happened way earlier in 1999. I knew when I started reading the book that I was going into a roller-coaster ride of emotions. Sometimes, you just feel sad for the victims, and sometimes you're glad that they did die. Then, sometimes, you feel that the shooter should just have been shot by the police on the spot while at other times, you feel like you really want to get to know the shooter. This book provoked me mentally quite a number of times and the question that comes to mind is always, "WHAT IF?" What if people in high school were to be nicer to one another? What if the shooter had more friends? What if the shooter was not embarrased in front of the whole cafeteria? Would things have been different? When you read about these shootings in the papers, people always think about the victims' families. Nobody really gives a damn to whatever the offender's family feels about. Everyone is quick to point fingers and this book goes into the depth to uncover the reasons why a person commits an act. And it also brings to light what the offender's family might be going through, not just the victims. This book gave me more respect to Jodi Picoult as a writer. And this is the second book that I really cried- albeit alone- while reading, after P.S I LOVE YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRbAeMjgnXI/AAAAAAAAA8k/4T5zh9wVaCo/s1600-h/jodi+picoult+salem+falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266608439255145842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRbAeMjgnXI/AAAAAAAAA8k/4T5zh9wVaCo/s320/jodi+picoult+salem+falls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, the third book that I read was again by Jodi Picoult and it was during the 3 weeks after graduation day. The month before the exams and I was still hooked into reading her books. One great thing about her books is that they're not inter-connected, so you could just pick out any book and read it. Although some of the characters may be seen in other books, and their primary scope of character is the same, each book gives a different depth to the character. Don't be fooled by the somewhat cheesy name of the book and it's synopsis behind. It could definitely be a turn-off to those who lack imagination. Mention the word witchcraft and you'd think of fiction and harry potter. Come on! In real life, there's the witch religion wicca, and it's just a background information that doesn't get played much in this book. It's about how certain people practice other eligion that are not the norm because they want to get away from real life or from being raped from their father(oops, spoiler). Anyways, this one may be a little heavy for some since there's somewhat uncomfortabe scenes, like only 1 paragraph near the ending of the book, that is a bit adult-ish. Basic idea behind this book is: Can a leopard really change it's spots? Anyways, this book reminds me just a tiny bit about the yellow ribbon project. Is the community quick to point out the mistakes of others, especially ex-offenders, while at the same time, turn a blind eye on people with reputation since they's got money and are well-respected?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, I really think that Jodi Picoult should have paid me write on this post. Haha. It's so long so don't bother reading it if you don't want to. I really want to get my hands on the rest of the books because I promised myself I'm going to get them after the exams. First up will probably be "My Sister's Keeper" because I really want to read the book before watching the film starring Cameron Diaz and Abigail Breslin. When I've read more books, I'll be sure to post about them up her anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-723944935296562858?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/723944935296562858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=723944935296562858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/723944935296562858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/723944935296562858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/books-after-exams.html' title='books after the exams'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRbAzijpRUI/AAAAAAAAA80/g0O4jfqQhLg/s72-c/jodi+keeping+faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-8191553887598480320</id><published>2008-11-09T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:38:59.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>I can't help but somehow, feel happy today. Well, in a way that is. Nothing bad has happened today - yet. Plus I'm alone at home since parents are working/ going to wedding. Anyhows, first good news when I woke up today is that I'm going to get me a new pair of spectacles. The silver-rimmed + blue spectacles that I used to wear broke into 2 when I wanted to wear them last week. So, I've been having a bit of a headache since not wearing the spectacles but I can somehow still see. That first day was bad because I was somehow squinting and my eyes were all watery. So, the new spectacles will be ordered after the exams and I'm getting 1/2 price for it. Reason being my sister bought the transition "freaking-expensive-cost-$500" glasses and they decided that if she wanted to make a second pair, it's going to be half-price. Anyways, I don't think I'm getting the transition lenses since my mom will scream at me if that one were to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the second reason that I'm happy today is somehow connected to the videos below. It's a collection by Sonia Rykiel for Fall/Winter 08 and somehow, it just made me feel happy. From the clothes and the colour, I just feel like it's so bubbly and happy and like out of this world. I used to overlook her collections each time I browse through certain websites but not anymore. Her clothes tell a story and they're whimsical. Granted it's female clothes but still, it's very light and airy and it made me happy looking at it. It's supposed to be worn right now in the western countries since they have winter but I've yet to see anyone wear it and post it up anywhere. It's so bright and colourful that it sucks all the solemn-ness of winter, if there's such a word. I want those gloves in the first picture man. They're so hot even if it's damn hot here. No pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CALL ME WEIRD, BUT I DON'T CARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRZz4tB6hfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/yciUy6LtBzs/s1600-h/sonia+comp+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266524232253867506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRZz4tB6hfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/yciUy6LtBzs/s320/sonia+comp+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRZz4hw95_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/Um3cjECV2KY/s1600-h/sonia+comp+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266524229229996018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRZz4hw95_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/Um3cjECV2KY/s320/sonia+comp+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Video Part 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YIbmb4baJk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YIbmb4baJk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2it70R9e7Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2it70R9e7Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-8191553887598480320?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/8191553887598480320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=8191553887598480320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8191553887598480320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8191553887598480320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRZz4tB6hfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/yciUy6LtBzs/s72-c/sonia+comp+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-7744211309498279139</id><published>2008-11-08T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:23:28.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complain</title><content type='html'>This post will be all about me complaining and bitching and the what-nots. So, I was pissed off today because there's so many phone calls to take. Is it defined in the dictionary that SATURDAY is a "call-and-harass" people day? NO! From what I know, Saturday is the day for one to relax and sleep in until late afternoon. But apparently, some companies or people in human resource are just dumb enough to call on a saturday. Is it because they think they know that people will be at home just waiting for their calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point. Earlier today, there's this lady who called my house. Apparently, she wanted to speak to a mdm zubaidah. So, since there's nobody in the house that goes by that name, I told her she had the wrong number. But did she hang up? NO she didn't. She kept on saying that she got the correct number. And I was thinking in my heart, "hey bitch, this is my house and I think I know who lives here!" Then suddenly, she said, "Oops, sorry, I'm looking for mdm mariam", which of course is my mother. I told her that she ain't home and being polite, I asked to take a message. Apparently, she wants to talk to my mother and asked for her personal contact details. I mean if you're from a charity organisation, there's a reason people don't give you personal contact details like handphone and office numbers so that you won't harass them. I kept saying that I can't give my mom's number and then suddenly she just hang up the bloody phone. I was so pissed man. It's like I was woken up from my sleep because of your call and you're giving me attitude. BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I went out yesterday and took the bus, and sat near the back of the bus. So behind me was like 3 malay dudes who were definitely younger than me since they're like wearing east view soccer shirts and were carrying stuffs and all. And guess what their stupid conversation was all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"WHY CAN'T THIS BUS DRIFT?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have to admit, that must have the dumbest conversation that I've ever heard anyone talk about. Firstly, a bus is not a race car and therefore, its purpose is not to drift but to act as a means of transportation to ferry people around so that there will be an efficient transport system. Secondly, if a bus were to drift, I sure as hell wouldn't be on that damn bus since I fear for my safety. Why oh why can't certain groups of people find anything deep and meaningful to talk about? Case in point, and I'm not discriminating. Why do certain people talk about senseless stuff like the drifting of a bus or soccer like you own the soccer club or about underground music and just stupid things in general? Is there like a lack of other things to discuss like politics and fashion or religion? I find that there's only a minority of them that I could talk about serious stuff with i.e. only 1 whom I usually converse with. The reason why I don't talk to certain groups of people is because I'm unfamiliar with their realm of reality and scope of conversation. I shall stop about this because I don't think that any of them could change since they've got brain the size of a pea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm also mad about bus drivers that charge students extra when they pay with coins and have showed their ez-link cards. I've experienced this twice and I just feel like giving these old faggots a freaking tight slap. The reason you're a bus driver is because you didn't study hard enough while you're in school and therefore, have to be stucked behind the wheels while you ferry more successful, younger people around. I sure as hell won't grow up to be like you. Anyways, it's not as if you are the owner of the bus. So, do you need to earn extra money to send your kids to school and that is why you need to charge students extra money. Idiots, and yes I am discriminating in this post because I need to let all of these emotions out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that the world would be void of dumb, senseless and idiotic people because seriously, there's no space for them in this world. I'd rather have lesser human beings and help conserve the environment than have to interact with people like these. It's like they would ruin my day if they're the first people that I meet in the morning, especially in the case of the bus-driver. URRGGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-7744211309498279139?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/7744211309498279139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=7744211309498279139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7744211309498279139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7744211309498279139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/complain.html' title='complain'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-2805143723882166898</id><published>2008-11-08T15:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:19:49.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best birthday present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRVKxmapN3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/xURWMnSjmWA/s1600-h/alice+chanel+rykiel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266197555266008946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRVKxmapN3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/xURWMnSjmWA/s200/alice+chanel+rykiel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alice representing Chanel for Sonia Rykiel S/S 09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kw_JwQOFDpk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kw_JwQOFDpk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I intended to post this a while back but couldn't find the full video. It happened before O-Levels so I guess it's old news. But it's the commemoration of Sonia Rykiel and her birthday at the same time. And her birthday present: 30 designers designed garments with her in mind. I think many would be floored if a designer designs stuff with you in mind. Plus, she gets to keep all the garments. WOW! Apparently, during the show, Alice was modelling for Chanel which I wasn't aware of before. Check out the video between 4.30-5.00 when she's modelling for Chanel. So, does that mean that Karl Lagerfeld likes her? Will she be in any Chanel advertisments? My guess is she was chosen because she's a red-head, since it's for Sonia Rykiel after all. Pfft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-2805143723882166898?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/2805143723882166898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=2805143723882166898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2805143723882166898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/2805143723882166898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='best birthday present'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRVKxmapN3I/AAAAAAAAA8M/xURWMnSjmWA/s72-c/alice+chanel+rykiel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-3439780763558590328</id><published>2008-11-07T19:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:12:45.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Photos from Before &amp; During O-Levels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQruEJB5YI/AAAAAAAAA8E/tPAOuXtK4MY/s1600-h/DSC01947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265881934688544130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQruEJB5YI/AAAAAAAAA8E/tPAOuXtK4MY/s320/DSC01947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQruNaErPI/AAAAAAAAA78/qSLOsEPdCao/s1600-h/DSC01961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265881937175948530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQruNaErPI/AAAAAAAAA78/qSLOsEPdCao/s320/DSC01961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrt0e2GMI/AAAAAAAAA70/SRGdI1UqMJc/s1600-h/DSC01962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265881930485078210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrt0e2GMI/AAAAAAAAA70/SRGdI1UqMJc/s320/DSC01962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I know, we're such thoughtful students to have given our malay teacher something that we made so she'll remember the students that made up her best cohort ever in the whole entire world. That's because we have the most fun during higher malay lessons. So, what's left now is to get A1 for the subject later in January. And oh, my hair sucks at that time. Damn the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrYJHPfII/AAAAAAAAA7s/E5w3IGzvLKY/s1600-h/DSC01974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265881558066101378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrYJHPfII/AAAAAAAAA7s/E5w3IGzvLKY/s320/DSC01974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrYPbKOXI/AAAAAAAAA7k/BeE1OgQSHbA/s1600-h/DSC01973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265881559760255346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrYPbKOXI/AAAAAAAAA7k/BeE1OgQSHbA/s320/DSC01973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrX1dghkI/AAAAAAAAA7c/QHEA0p_HLzc/s1600-h/DSC01972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265881552790783554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrX1dghkI/AAAAAAAAA7c/QHEA0p_HLzc/s320/DSC01972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrX5BOUAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/te8-If2Q8xc/s1600-h/DSC01971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265881553745891330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrX5BOUAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/te8-If2Q8xc/s320/DSC01971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 students have nothing better to do so we cam-whored in front of the enormous, gigantic mirror in the new music studio. Of course this is all done on the last day of school where we took the oppurtunity to disguise as helpers for teachers in order to gain entry. Apparently, Nabilah doesn't want to take this picture because she said she's got a big mirror at home. So, camwhore at home alone is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrFJ9OdeI/AAAAAAAAA7M/_RrEbXhHcLU/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265881231875012066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrFJ9OdeI/AAAAAAAAA7M/_RrEbXhHcLU/s320/DSC01984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrEg7Rg5I/AAAAAAAAA7E/4_kyXe_s_bQ/s1600-h/DSC01983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265881220860969874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrEg7Rg5I/AAAAAAAAA7E/4_kyXe_s_bQ/s320/DSC01983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrEsAOy3I/AAAAAAAAA68/5n02yJSshXY/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265881223834553202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrEsAOy3I/AAAAAAAAA68/5n02yJSshXY/s320/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, here we have 2 young ladies of Ngee Ann who turned up the volume of the radio and danced their hearts out. Don't you just want to punch their faces when they stare at you like that? It's that !@#^&amp;amp; in your face look, like, "what see see?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrEeguf9I/AAAAAAAAA60/31PHSG-7OKg/s1600-h/DSC01988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265881220212752338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrEeguf9I/AAAAAAAAA60/31PHSG-7OKg/s320/DSC01988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrEeZ-u4I/AAAAAAAAA6s/lgQjU7KKqbI/s1600-h/DSC01989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265881220184456066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQrEeZ-u4I/AAAAAAAAA6s/lgQjU7KKqbI/s320/DSC01989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqmEX2gWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/6GQlkoUqbyk/s1600-h/DSC01954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265880697800130914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqmEX2gWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/6GQlkoUqbyk/s320/DSC01954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqmEq9CzI/AAAAAAAAA6c/JH8bBd5PkM8/s1600-h/DSC01953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265880697880251186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqmEq9CzI/AAAAAAAAA6c/JH8bBd5PkM8/s320/DSC01953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqmEiC52I/AAAAAAAAA6U/0JnM-ZBod3I/s1600-h/DSC01952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265880697842886498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqmEiC52I/AAAAAAAAA6U/0JnM-ZBod3I/s320/DSC01952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQql9fq-SI/AAAAAAAAA6M/33oA7vFFMJs/s1600-h/DSC01950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265880695953881378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQql9fq-SI/AAAAAAAAA6M/33oA7vFFMJs/s320/DSC01950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqllAG51I/AAAAAAAAA6E/GhqPOmNVEo0/s1600-h/DSC01951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265880689379043154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqllAG51I/AAAAAAAAA6E/GhqPOmNVEo0/s320/DSC01951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqQ3Zl4xI/AAAAAAAAA58/3aKDsPtWv1o/s1600-h/DSC01978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265880333540516626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqQ3Zl4xI/AAAAAAAAA58/3aKDsPtWv1o/s320/DSC01978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqQS_3ntI/AAAAAAAAA50/Mn9Ms0nvGHM/s1600-h/DSC01975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265880323768950482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqQS_3ntI/AAAAAAAAA50/Mn9Ms0nvGHM/s320/DSC01975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqQXNQQwI/AAAAAAAAA5s/q1KcTWd9tvQ/s1600-h/DSC01965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265880324898833154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQqQXNQQwI/AAAAAAAAA5s/q1KcTWd9tvQ/s320/DSC01965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQp3u3y-0I/AAAAAAAAA5k/wmGj72w-phU/s1600-h/DSC01996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265879901754555202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQp3u3y-0I/AAAAAAAAA5k/wmGj72w-phU/s320/DSC01996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently, as teenagers, you have to master the art of random shots where you just twist your body, distort your limbs, jump and pose in order to get a picture. Everyone will get this chance at least once in their lifetime, especially during secondary school life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQp3UjuKXI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Z-_IpLGvAZo/s1600-h/DSC01990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265879894691031410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQp3UjuKXI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Z-_IpLGvAZo/s320/DSC01990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQp3GrJw9I/AAAAAAAAA5U/5J-dnXKn2ag/s1600-h/DSC01993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265879890964104146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQp3GrJw9I/AAAAAAAAA5U/5J-dnXKn2ag/s320/DSC01993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQp26lvfNI/AAAAAAAAA5M/B5wWVh-LyCk/s1600-h/DSC01992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265879887720185042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQp26lvfNI/AAAAAAAAA5M/B5wWVh-LyCk/s320/DSC01992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQp282bdXI/AAAAAAAAA5E/0FfGPRwID-g/s1600-h/DSC01991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265879888327046514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQp282bdXI/AAAAAAAAA5E/0FfGPRwID-g/s320/DSC01991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Groups photos are like the bomb because everyone's looking oh-so-fierce and contorting their body and bending that knee and smiling with their eyes. Except for Jia Tong of course. Where did his eyes go too? And look at Nabilah and Farah's fierce poses. And look at me, so calm, yet so breath-taking. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQpN-824NI/AAAAAAAAA48/ihf7EkeJ7Es/s1600-h/DSC02110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265879184516243666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQpN-824NI/AAAAAAAAA48/ihf7EkeJ7Es/s320/DSC02110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQpNj6YLpI/AAAAAAAAA40/L0Xz0jvkDMc/s1600-h/DSC02117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265879177258086034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQpNj6YLpI/AAAAAAAAA40/L0Xz0jvkDMc/s320/DSC02117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQpNizf4dI/AAAAAAAAA4s/WXodlZdw-BI/s1600-h/DSC02109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265879176960795090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQpNizf4dI/AAAAAAAAA4s/WXodlZdw-BI/s320/DSC02109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last shots were taken during O-Levels English and Geography Papers. That blue geography note book of mine that's been with me since last year to store all the things the brain needs to know have been kept safely in the storeroom. Oooh, apparently, Ben likes sitting at urinals to see little boys when they pee. And that's how our classroom looks like now. Sort of reminds me of the classrooms of third world countries. And I promise that this will be the last post for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-3439780763558590328?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/3439780763558590328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=3439780763558590328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3439780763558590328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/3439780763558590328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos-from-before-during-o-levels.html' title='Photos from Before &amp; During O-Levels'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQruEJB5YI/AAAAAAAAA8E/tPAOuXtK4MY/s72-c/DSC01947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-8217589645157448042</id><published>2008-11-07T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:21:12.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>certain videos of people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farah and Nabilah Dancing in the new Music Studio in School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6SP5Fb45IM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6SP5Fb45IM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benjamin's Birthday Prank Last Month &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-g1qSlGDIo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-g1qSlGDIo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's another post for today. After rummaging through my phone for photos and videos, I've managed to find these 2 gems of a video. So, I guess they say picture sand videos are forever, so whatever you do, be mindful. Or else, you're going to get videod. There were 2 videos on the dance but the first one was taken off guard and it's not that nice to begin with. So, I think that dance routine is going to be performed during prom night I guess. You better work it girls! And by the way, there's going to be another post on pictures that people have been wanting later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-8217589645157448042?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/8217589645157448042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=8217589645157448042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8217589645157448042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8217589645157448042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/certain-videos-of-people.html' title='certain videos of people'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-5973284806979154674</id><published>2008-11-07T16:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:29:33.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTM vs REAL MODELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQFFOHeIcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/xAwGYQxa9hw/s1600-h/rockclimbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265839451549868482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQFFOHeIcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/xAwGYQxa9hw/s320/rockclimbing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Victoria Cycle 9 VS Suvi Koponen in French Vogue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQE9m7oNgI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ovI_TtRVZmI/s1600-h/flowerpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265839320772130306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQE9m7oNgI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ovI_TtRVZmI/s320/flowerpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bianca Cycle 9 VS Magalena Frakowiak in Numero 93&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQE2ZEZJaI/AAAAAAAAA4U/CLXx_NZ-Fg8/s1600-h/meat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265839196791711138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQE2ZEZJaI/AAAAAAAAA4U/CLXx_NZ-Fg8/s320/meat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whitney Cycle 10 VS Caroline Trentini in Vogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQEucdId-I/AAAAAAAAA4M/S4c-ssxy7Ug/s1600-h/GAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265839060261828578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQEucdId-I/AAAAAAAAA4M/S4c-ssxy7Ug/s400/GAP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, it's no secret that I'm an ANTM &lt;s&gt;maniac&lt;/s&gt; fan and since I have all the time in the world today, I decided to do a post about the show. So, I've been kind of searching through websites and I find certain concepts that are used on ANTM had been copied from certain fashion magazines. I know I'm not the first person to realize this but at least I finally realised it after so long. Sorry to those who are going to watch ANTM on Channel 5 from next week at 12 am since there's kind of a spoiler here. But anyways, on the latest cycle, I wouldn't mind any of the top 4 girls to win. Finally Tyra is getting something right. It brings me back to cycle 2 where the final 4 were all great in their own way. The pic above is the top 5 contestants that had been composited by &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;efface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on topmodel, so credits to him or her. Anyways, it looks like a GAP advertisment or a Calvin Klein advertisment. Love, love, love it.&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, that new show starting next week on wednesday night about old, aged female models above the age of 35 sucks to the hell of the core of the earth. I don't think anyone wants to watch grey-haired women shake their bom-boms and work it for the camera, except for the ah-peks of course. &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;&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO NOT WATCH "SHE'S GOT STYLE." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQEaRJxVSI/AAAAAAAAA4E/a4u-kCeuwGM/s1600-h/celebrityvogue.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265838713630446882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQEaRJxVSI/AAAAAAAAA4E/a4u-kCeuwGM/s320/celebrityvogue.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyways, I've composited the VOGUE magazines featuring celebrities which I hate so much. It shows how much time I'm wasting on stupid stuff like this and how I'm just slacking off. But at least there's next week to refresh my mind on chemistry and biology. It ain't that bad, right? I think I'm gonna write another post tonight since I've promised Farah to post crazy pictures when the group sneaked into the new school building before it officialy was open to the students. Gosh, I felt that at that time, I was breaking all the rules on that last day of school. Hey, it's a once in a lifetime experience you'all.&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/33324480-5973284806979154674?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/5973284806979154674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=5973284806979154674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5973284806979154674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/5973284806979154674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/antm-vs-real-models.html' title='ANTM vs REAL MODELS'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRQFFOHeIcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/xAwGYQxa9hw/s72-c/rockclimbing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-597134677675631236</id><published>2008-11-07T12:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:44:54.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't concern me, but it's fashion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRPKCxnMNmI/AAAAAAAAA30/_OToNtPCNvQ/s1600-h/obama3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265774538352506466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRPKCxnMNmI/AAAAAAAAA30/_OToNtPCNvQ/s320/obama3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm like so behind in the news since Obama was elected as President of the most powerful nation in the world like eons ago. On thursday I think to be exact. And it doesn't concern me at first but I remembered that some garments that were shown during fashion week were clearly supporting Obama. Like the Rodarte sisters for Sonia Rykiel during Spring/Summer 2009 and Jean Charles de Castelbajac way before that. Does that mean that fashion is always 1 step ahead of politics? It seems like that is the case. Is it appropriate? I don't know but it sure as hell is fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Michelle Obama wearing the yellow dress to one of the conferences? She most probably won't since it costs a bomb and nobody wants that kind of attention except for Sarah Palin. $150 000 worth of clothes for her whole family from Barneys New York and Saks Fifth Avenue. I guess Sarah Palin ain't your average hockey mum after all. But at least she looks hot - for a 40 something old woman. And, Michelle Obama may appear on the cover of VOGUE. Apparently, VOGUE needs that kind of a boost to help move the magazine off the stands. But it still kind of sad since there's so many fashion models out there that dying to be on the cover of VOGUE. Heck, even established models can't appear on American VOGUE since Anna Wintour prefers to have random celebrities on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Reese Witherspoon for November 2008 issue (All-American Girl for Independence Day)&lt;br /&gt;-Rachel Weisz for October 2008 issue (Mysterious, Beautiful Woman for Halloween)&lt;br /&gt;-Sarah Jessica Parker for June 2008 issue (Sex and The City Promotion)&lt;br /&gt;-Gwyneth Paltrow for May 2008 issue (Worst-Selling Issue)&lt;br /&gt;-Nicole Kidman for July 2008 issue (Pregnancy Issue?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As Barack Obama's Campaign Slogan : IT'S TIME FOR CHANGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-597134677675631236?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/597134677675631236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=597134677675631236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/597134677675631236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/597134677675631236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-doesnt-concern-me-but-its-fashion.html' title='It doesn&apos;t concern me, but it&apos;s fashion.'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SRPKCxnMNmI/AAAAAAAAA30/_OToNtPCNvQ/s72-c/obama3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-7467027987004579054</id><published>2008-11-06T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:45:55.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It ain't over till it's over.</title><content type='html'>Basically, 3 months have passed since my life was free from the burden of the O LEVELS. So, I guess that explains the lack of functional activity at this blog, except if you count the spams at the tagboard. Since it's going to be a long weekend this week, I might as well revamp this whole blog. As one says, "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a tiny bit of hope in getting th A1 for Geography already. The hope is diminishing with every page that I flip in the textbook. I could nit-pick the information that I've left out from the essays and it's killing me. Yah, yah, don't cry over spilt milk. But hey, don't blame me for taking charge of my future. I want to go to a junior college god-dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole feeling and ambience of the big examination just does not settle in me at all. That adrenaline rush came and went on the first day after the chemistry paper. So it's safe to say that once you're head on with challenges, you're just going to pull through it no matter what. Maybe that's what I'm telling myself to believe in at this moment. The hope may be diminishing but i sure as hell hope that there is going to be bright light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how am I going to handle things if they don't go my way. I've basically had things the way that I'd wanted since young. Except maybe which family I should have been borned in but that's beside the point. Will i take it in my stride or will I just crash and burn? My sister said that I may have the probability to crash and burn. Believe it when I say that that's the first real conversation that I've had with my sister in 4 years - about MY FAILURE. It must have delighted her to finally be able to get into her "big-sister role" if there is such a designation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, my first entry back into the blogging realm and I've gone all gloomy. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Like I said, I DON'T CARE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-7467027987004579054?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/7467027987004579054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=7467027987004579054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7467027987004579054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/7467027987004579054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-aint-over-till-its-over.html' title='It ain&apos;t over till it&apos;s over.'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6841599389183642212</id><published>2008-07-12T15:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:59:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night study</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhaC_pg3aI/AAAAAAAAA3M/3IyWYAm_3qk/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022775427882402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhaC_pg3aI/AAAAAAAAA3M/3IyWYAm_3qk/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The soon-to-be school hall at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZ8zd3hZI/AAAAAAAAA3E/YVU4h8VgJDM/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022669078594962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZ8zd3hZI/AAAAAAAAA3E/YVU4h8VgJDM/s200/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She just got the t-shirt on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZzGyJIPI/AAAAAAAAA28/Cwt9SPnI4VE/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022502465216754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZzGyJIPI/AAAAAAAAA28/Cwt9SPnI4VE/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The people that came to night study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022392406248466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZssyCjBI/AAAAAAAAA20/t9_chtoWKHc/s200/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZn_s63XI/AAAAAAAAA2s/GsQdeZVlsAk/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022311585701234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZn_s63XI/AAAAAAAAA2s/GsQdeZVlsAk/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZhqxM9eI/AAAAAAAAA2k/8ri5dP1Ut_E/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022202887304674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZhqxM9eI/AAAAAAAAA2k/8ri5dP1Ut_E/s200/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZbPWonGI/AAAAAAAAA2c/X_qzEHaRjEQ/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222022092448898146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZbPWonGI/AAAAAAAAA2c/X_qzEHaRjEQ/s320/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZVTU9bwI/AAAAAAAAA2U/RdRrNVjcWWY/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222021990436400898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZVTU9bwI/AAAAAAAAA2U/RdRrNVjcWWY/s320/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EN-VOGUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZPxuPuHI/AAAAAAAAA2M/VoKc-PkWD-Q/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222021895516305522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZPxuPuHI/AAAAAAAAA2M/VoKc-PkWD-Q/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZG8zK1jI/AAAAAAAAA2E/_RmzboprNQc/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222021743870924338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhZG8zK1jI/AAAAAAAAA2E/_RmzboprNQc/s200/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ghost apparition beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhY_NJpbjI/AAAAAAAAA18/96nvQ8RJJV4/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222021610821217842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhY_NJpbjI/AAAAAAAAA18/96nvQ8RJJV4/s320/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it funny that a relief teacher that is supposed to be relieving a class is absent?&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-6841599389183642212?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6841599389183642212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6841599389183642212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6841599389183642212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6841599389183642212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-study.html' title='&lt;b&gt;night study&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SHhaC_pg3aI/AAAAAAAAA3M/3IyWYAm_3qk/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-300186899668725073</id><published>2008-06-22T16:31:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:00:01.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farah's birthday + bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FARAH"S BIRTHDAY (19 June&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2008) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4gzFv97fI/AAAAAAAAA1U/sclTn_pFnBs/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214641480630398450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4gzFv97fI/AAAAAAAAA1U/sclTn_pFnBs/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4gzt8kJdI/AAAAAAAAA1c/0OpVSrJwq20/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214641491420653010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4gzt8kJdI/AAAAAAAAA1c/0OpVSrJwq20/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4g0Ca5e0I/AAAAAAAAA1k/_7nr8OP35Ko/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214641496916589378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4g0Ca5e0I/AAAAAAAAA1k/_7nr8OP35Ko/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4g0vih3YI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Ra5crfUP3_c/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214641509028191618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4g0vih3YI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Ra5crfUP3_c/s320/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4g0-w_bWI/AAAAAAAAA10/gj6X9Lmxxxo/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214641513115381090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4g0-w_bWI/AAAAAAAAA10/gj6X9Lmxxxo/s320/P1010016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday Cake = CUPCAKES = cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4f-ZtGwsI/AAAAAAAAA0s/q3u189pa5yI/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214640575454036674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4f-ZtGwsI/AAAAAAAAA0s/q3u189pa5yI/s320/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spastic brothers = Qomarul + Hafiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4f-Qxf_LI/AAAAAAAAA00/zWJnOaWrYiM/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214640573056548018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4f-Qxf_LI/AAAAAAAAA00/zWJnOaWrYiM/s320/P1010012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4f_E4lCnI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Ogeu4jG1duo/s1600-h/P1010014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214640587044883058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4f_E4lCnI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Ogeu4jG1duo/s320/P1010014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hungry Ghost Festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4f_cwwdeI/AAAAAAAAA1M/GCTtmx3XZhI/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214640593454527970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4f_cwwdeI/AAAAAAAAA1M/GCTtmx3XZhI/s320/P1010015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4fSSIS5xI/AAAAAAAAA0E/XvyqhpFxklw/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214639817506350866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4fSSIS5xI/AAAAAAAAA0E/XvyqhpFxklw/s320/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4fSpUwcEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ViNyawfgnsM/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214639823732633666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4fSpUwcEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ViNyawfgnsM/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4fS485z6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/Ro8Qxjq0v9E/s1600-h/P1010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214639827927551906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4fS485z6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/Ro8Qxjq0v9E/s320/P1010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4fTXkkqYI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Dq4SzQKHntY/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214639836147001730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4fTXkkqYI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Dq4SzQKHntY/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4fTo4rHtI/AAAAAAAAA0k/qXHU0DVb8IQ/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214639840794713810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4fTo4rHtI/AAAAAAAAA0k/qXHU0DVb8IQ/s320/P1010022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4eiAtXeZI/AAAAAAAAAzc/wIrK7hSwCkU/s1600-h/P1010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214638988196280722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4eiAtXeZI/AAAAAAAAAzc/wIrK7hSwCkU/s320/P1010023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4eiQn_bSI/AAAAAAAAAzk/-YS0nPyFzDc/s1600-h/P1010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214638992468700450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4eiQn_bSI/AAAAAAAAAzk/-YS0nPyFzDc/s320/P1010025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4eigLjoeI/AAAAAAAAAzs/FMsTuMRmgRg/s1600-h/P1010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214638996644405730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4eigLjoeI/AAAAAAAAAzs/FMsTuMRmgRg/s320/P1010027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 for baby boy, 1 for baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4eiiBrx8I/AAAAAAAAAz0/UZvJeYHus_c/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214638997139867586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4eiiBrx8I/AAAAAAAAAz0/UZvJeYHus_c/s320/P1010029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emo + Cheerful = HAPPY COUPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ei2GErkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/3kYGmz2yJYI/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214639002526985794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ei2GErkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/3kYGmz2yJYI/s320/P1010030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cupcake Girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4dzThrpTI/AAAAAAAAAy0/avxBCWU5NKY/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214638185793692978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4dzThrpTI/AAAAAAAAAy0/avxBCWU5NKY/s320/P1010031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4dzi_gE6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/BztpZe41tZE/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214638189945295778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4dzi_gE6I/AAAAAAAAAy8/BztpZe41tZE/s320/P1010032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4dzz8oQGI/AAAAAAAAAzE/-zGb7G2eDng/s1600-h/P1010035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214638194496651362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4dzz8oQGI/AAAAAAAAAzE/-zGb7G2eDng/s320/P1010035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camwhoring Guys in the Toilet = UNHEARD OF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4d0NO-iYI/AAAAAAAAAzM/GvLR9Ucl9_g/s1600-h/P1010037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214638201284495746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4d0NO-iYI/AAAAAAAAAzM/GvLR9Ucl9_g/s320/P1010037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SHIOK SENDIRI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4d0UrDTKI/AAAAAAAAAzU/KxRBcIxuOG4/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214638203281296546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4d0UrDTKI/AAAAAAAAAzU/KxRBcIxuOG4/s320/P1010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She took a shower! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4cufQY31I/AAAAAAAAAyM/7XzG1op_Zak/s1600-h/P1010040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214637003531411282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4cufQY31I/AAAAAAAAAyM/7XzG1op_Zak/s320/P1010040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben, jangan emo please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4cuhrttqI/AAAAAAAAAyU/U2rQNtIJjlY/s1600-h/P1010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214637004182894242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4cuhrttqI/AAAAAAAAAyU/U2rQNtIJjlY/s320/P1010041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4cu3u9fOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Xj6mjGMdNUo/s1600-h/P1010042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214637010102090978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4cu3u9fOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Xj6mjGMdNUo/s320/P1010042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4cvGeJmzI/AAAAAAAAAyk/J-Hk7xb4otM/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214637014058113842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4cvGeJmzI/AAAAAAAAAyk/J-Hk7xb4otM/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUBBLES:) But something is off with the picture. HMM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214637019855111426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4cvcEQxQI/AAAAAAAAAys/po4ndPC1t8I/s320/P1010045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4b8PHHVRI/AAAAAAAAAxk/04vByPb8ucU/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214636140204086546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4b8PHHVRI/AAAAAAAAAxk/04vByPb8ucU/s320/P1010046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emo lagi Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4b8Y19gQI/AAAAAAAAAxs/kJH-o79h1tE/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214636142816493826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4b8Y19gQI/AAAAAAAAAxs/kJH-o79h1tE/s320/P1010047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4b8d08VGI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Ok8ct5KynB8/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214636144154399842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4b8d08VGI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Ok8ct5KynB8/s320/P1010048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4b8jYjSTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/e7XF5rqWwBU/s1600-h/P1010051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214636145645930802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4b8jYjSTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/e7XF5rqWwBU/s320/P1010051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4b86zSmfI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Tpw6CLp3i9U/s1600-h/P1010052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214636151932099058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4b86zSmfI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Tpw6CLp3i9U/s320/P1010052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4bJinrlpI/AAAAAAAAAw8/WYDPu47vY4A/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214635269267625618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4bJinrlpI/AAAAAAAAAw8/WYDPu47vY4A/s320/P1010053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4bKGPdvPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/F1lmFQpX8W8/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214635278829731058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4bKGPdvPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/F1lmFQpX8W8/s320/P1010055.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;BOWLING(20 June 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4bKS5_g9I/AAAAAAAAAxM/m2aTH9ez4Ec/s1600-h/P1010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214635282229330898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4bKS5_g9I/AAAAAAAAAxM/m2aTH9ez4Ec/s320/P1010056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4bKkRk6EI/AAAAAAAAAxU/6SR0iktUV8w/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214635286891653186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4bKkRk6EI/AAAAAAAAAxU/6SR0iktUV8w/s320/P1010058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camwhoring at the bus-stop for the early people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4bK-7Ff5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/SRiqtU9nOMk/s1600-h/P1010059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214635294045077394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4bK-7Ff5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/SRiqtU9nOMk/s320/P1010059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ZiB6ICCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Vy81Bgcv2HA/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214633490960091170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ZiB6ICCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Vy81Bgcv2HA/s320/P1010060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing illegal, the guys and girls have a shared sink at the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ZiJx8v8I/AAAAAAAAAwc/QHrprYY47JE/s1600-h/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214633493073280962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ZiJx8v8I/AAAAAAAAAwc/QHrprYY47JE/s320/P1010062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Zib_EvmI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Bx86ESREaAY/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214633497960169058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Zib_EvmI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Bx86ESREaAY/s320/P1010063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Zijf_-iI/AAAAAAAAAws/wtkB8Lv1Uy8/s1600-h/P1010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214633499977316898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Zijf_-iI/AAAAAAAAAws/wtkB8Lv1Uy8/s320/P1010064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Zi4h1YqI/AAAAAAAAAw0/A1mgJM8nKR0/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214633505622155938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Zi4h1YqI/AAAAAAAAAw0/A1mgJM8nKR0/s320/P1010065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4YmT13QDI/AAAAAAAAAvs/8h9rA5PPLwo/s1600-h/P1010066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214632464981901362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4YmT13QDI/AAAAAAAAAvs/8h9rA5PPLwo/s320/P1010066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4YmsGJGsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/c-nYHpozSmo/s1600-h/P1010067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214632471492631234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4YmsGJGsI/AAAAAAAAAv0/c-nYHpozSmo/s320/P1010067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Ym1WrgQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/pBX-jACGEMQ/s1600-h/P1010068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214632473977913602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Ym1WrgQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/pBX-jACGEMQ/s320/P1010068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fake neoprints with digital camera. I know, cheapskate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4YnOQdXvI/AAAAAAAAAwE/D73PD-BNZS4/s1600-h/P1010069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214632480662707954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4YnOQdXvI/AAAAAAAAAwE/D73PD-BNZS4/s320/P1010069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gambar pengantin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4YnSXHe1I/AAAAAAAAAwM/Dfw3lWAeBqk/s1600-h/P1010070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214632481764375378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4YnSXHe1I/AAAAAAAAAwM/Dfw3lWAeBqk/s320/P1010070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4W--hH6EI/AAAAAAAAAu8/drxvPlLDg1Y/s1600-h/P1010072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214630689731242050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4W--hH6EI/AAAAAAAAAu8/drxvPlLDg1Y/s320/P1010072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4W_IBkSrI/AAAAAAAAAvE/TOPerbBPi1Q/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214630692283239090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4W_IBkSrI/AAAAAAAAAvE/TOPerbBPi1Q/s320/P1010073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arcade games. We weren't actually playing, just posing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4W_rmBq8I/AAAAAAAAAvM/e1ucuqOakkg/s1600-h/P1010074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214630701831400386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4W_rmBq8I/AAAAAAAAAvM/e1ucuqOakkg/s320/P1010074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; EMO PEOPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4W_yAav0I/AAAAAAAAAvU/9mzDH15yGtY/s1600-h/P1010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214630703552708418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4W_yAav0I/AAAAAAAAAvU/9mzDH15yGtY/s320/P1010075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SPASTIC, HAPPY PEOPLE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214630713576268594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4XAXWOIzI/AAAAAAAAAvc/wAS3wyIzcGA/s320/P1010077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4WRcbIEWI/AAAAAAAAAuU/40uXFwhOmbA/s1600-h/P1010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214629907485167970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4WRcbIEWI/AAAAAAAAAuU/40uXFwhOmbA/s320/P1010079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4WRuEqKtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/RWX86xlMJ54/s1600-h/P1010080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214629912222771922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4WRuEqKtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/RWX86xlMJ54/s320/P1010080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4WRwvq3YI/AAAAAAAAAuk/hzrcMOZe3mM/s1600-h/P1010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214629912940043650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4WRwvq3YI/AAAAAAAAAuk/hzrcMOZe3mM/s320/P1010081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4WSHBdweI/AAAAAAAAAus/yGEjxlEaI_c/s1600-h/P1010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214629918920262114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4WSHBdweI/AAAAAAAAAus/yGEjxlEaI_c/s320/P1010082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4WSF0zksI/AAAAAAAAAu0/o8QlDlCos6A/s1600-h/P1010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214629918598730434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4WSF0zksI/AAAAAAAAAu0/o8QlDlCos6A/s320/P1010083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Vh5rlFzI/AAAAAAAAAts/yuyRWbzfdM8/s1600-h/P1010084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214629090705086258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Vh5rlFzI/AAAAAAAAAts/yuyRWbzfdM8/s320/P1010084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Disgusting facial expression. Simply wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ViMKQUtI/AAAAAAAAAt0/3M6xulzK3Ws/s1600-h/P1010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214629095665586898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ViMKQUtI/AAAAAAAAAt0/3M6xulzK3Ws/s320/P1010085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ViS_-cEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/CmdRzj3_DOs/s1600-h/P1010087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214629097501519938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ViS_-cEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/CmdRzj3_DOs/s320/P1010087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Vin_KvtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Yl493HEkPNI/s1600-h/P1010088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214629103135276754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Vin_KvtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Yl493HEkPNI/s320/P1010088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Vi5C_eMI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6iLvxur7UOc/s1600-h/P1010089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214629107714717890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Vi5C_eMI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6iLvxur7UOc/s320/P1010089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Tl-14-II/AAAAAAAAAtE/3RcUj7b5Cns/s1600-h/P1010091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214626961786730626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Tl-14-II/AAAAAAAAAtE/3RcUj7b5Cns/s320/P1010091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4TmCqXxtI/AAAAAAAAAtM/r4zl1XOB3Qo/s1600-h/P1010092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214626962812159698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4TmCqXxtI/AAAAAAAAAtM/r4zl1XOB3Qo/s320/P1010092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4TmVE8gTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/tREp8ZeNqro/s1600-h/P1010093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214626967755456818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4TmVE8gTI/AAAAAAAAAtU/tREp8ZeNqro/s320/P1010093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Tmun2FWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/BUWIfL4i1P8/s1600-h/P1010094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214626974612723042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Tmun2FWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/BUWIfL4i1P8/s320/P1010094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Tmk-lsNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/yTsgR6_A52A/s1600-h/P1010106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214626972023763154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Tmk-lsNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/yTsgR6_A52A/s320/P1010106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ScYUrMQI/AAAAAAAAAsk/aIDoFRvuIU4/s1600-h/P1010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214625697316417794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ScYUrMQI/AAAAAAAAAsk/aIDoFRvuIU4/s320/P1010095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ScnU1uYI/AAAAAAAAAss/mKcbyw-xp2I/s1600-h/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214625701343639938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4ScnU1uYI/AAAAAAAAAss/mKcbyw-xp2I/s320/P1010097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;s&gt;We were all so good&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I WAS GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4SdGk95-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/CrFkjKihz6A/s1600-h/P1010109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214625709732784098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4SdGk95-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/CrFkjKihz6A/s320/P1010109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4SdXF184I/AAAAAAAAAs8/RU53ltolFuI/s1600-h/P1010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214625714165642114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4SdXF184I/AAAAAAAAAs8/RU53ltolFuI/s320/P1010111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4RO-h9VTI/AAAAAAAAAr8/5QlxX_7uJd8/s1600-h/P1010098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214624367542883634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4RO-h9VTI/AAAAAAAAAr8/5QlxX_7uJd8/s320/P1010098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4RQB05DpI/AAAAAAAAAsE/vrXX6c5ePb8/s1600-h/P1010099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214624385607470738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4RQB05DpI/AAAAAAAAAsE/vrXX6c5ePb8/s320/P1010099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4RQmjoBuI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yVBR2RiSrKs/s1600-h/P1010100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214624395467163362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4RQmjoBuI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yVBR2RiSrKs/s320/P1010100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4RRYsZMrI/AAAAAAAAAsU/nL6igEBQwgA/s1600-h/P1010101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214624408925713074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4RRYsZMrI/AAAAAAAAAsU/nL6igEBQwgA/s320/P1010101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4RSOyJuwI/AAAAAAAAAsc/7nenCyMOxuE/s1600-h/P1010102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214624423445379842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4RSOyJuwI/AAAAAAAAAsc/7nenCyMOxuE/s320/P1010102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4QIhpFvLI/AAAAAAAAArU/-uswzD1zJak/s1600-h/P1010110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214623157197323442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4QIhpFvLI/AAAAAAAAArU/-uswzD1zJak/s320/P1010110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4QJcRyoZI/AAAAAAAAArc/Q_W9p9fWInI/s1600-h/P1010112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214623172937294226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4QJcRyoZI/AAAAAAAAArc/Q_W9p9fWInI/s320/P1010112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4QJ0gX2gI/AAAAAAAAArk/leEK6ju8dA8/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214623179440904706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4QJ0gX2gI/AAAAAAAAArk/leEK6ju8dA8/s320/P1010113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4QKS0HfeI/AAAAAAAAArs/NZC0SB3VpH8/s1600-h/P1010114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214623187576782306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4QKS0HfeI/AAAAAAAAArs/NZC0SB3VpH8/s320/P1010114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4QK457rAI/AAAAAAAAAr0/eXT2g_RiniQ/s1600-h/P1010115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214623197801720834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4QK457rAI/AAAAAAAAAr0/eXT2g_RiniQ/s320/P1010115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4PbYShZVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tP84lvyM6Gs/s1600-h/P1010117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214622381592634706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4PbYShZVI/AAAAAAAAAqs/tP84lvyM6Gs/s320/P1010117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4PbqzCIfI/AAAAAAAAAq0/GgpQbJSeS40/s1600-h/P1010119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214622386560836082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4PbqzCIfI/AAAAAAAAAq0/GgpQbJSeS40/s320/P1010119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Pb97ildI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Kfev70HBgcM/s1600-h/P1010120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214622391696790994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Pb97ildI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Kfev70HBgcM/s320/P1010120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4PcXoiaDI/AAAAAAAAArE/Rdk6cXFRmEU/s1600-h/P1010121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214622398596409394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4PcXoiaDI/AAAAAAAAArE/Rdk6cXFRmEU/s320/P1010121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4PcoxkiiI/AAAAAAAAArM/nL-euuvtiJg/s1600-h/P1010122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214622403197700642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4PcoxkiiI/AAAAAAAAArM/nL-euuvtiJg/s320/P1010122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the final scores for the 3 rounds are&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="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="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's the best of them all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4OmmcOv0I/AAAAAAAAAqU/lQ7Eudgh-pg/s1600-h/P1010103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214621474858385218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4OmmcOv0I/AAAAAAAAAqU/lQ7Eudgh-pg/s320/P1010103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Om0ZxKeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/9ZEUmvC0z-M/s1600-h/P1010108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214621478606154210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4Om0ZxKeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/9ZEUmvC0z-M/s320/P1010108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4OoY4fSbI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Y932e1GxasQ/s1600-h/P1010124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214621505578551730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4OoY4fSbI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Y932e1GxasQ/s320/P1010124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-300186899668725073?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/300186899668725073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=300186899668725073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/300186899668725073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/300186899668725073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/06/farahs-birthday-bowling.html' title='&lt;b&gt;Farah&apos;s birthday + bowling&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SF4gzFv97fI/AAAAAAAAA1U/sclTn_pFnBs/s72-c/P1010007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-6591620140682414231</id><published>2008-06-15T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:29:53.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beach</title><content type='html'>So, instead of mugging today, I went to the beach with the whole entire extended family. So, I initially did not want to go. Then changed my mind, so had to take the bus all by myself all the way to changi beach. It's a long journey that I feel depressed. I counted - its 1 full fucking hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reached the place and was surprised to see tents being pitched. So, this is the serious hardcore picnic. The last time we did all that was like when I was in primary 5. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, due to the hardcore-ness of the picnic, I did not study because there's too much fun to sit at 1 quiet corner and ignore everyone. So, played soccer ( surprising!) and volleyball. But I didn't swim because I have no intention of ever getting wet. So, bullied the younger cousins ( 3 of them) and nephews (there's 3 but only 1 can really walk)...hahaha. Forced them to take for us drinks and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to cycle. But gave up halfway. Too tired. And am not used to ride a 2 seater bicycle. Hahaha. Then, it started to get really dark at Tekong and Ubin. Saw lightning (OMFG!). So, packed up and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently downloading songs. Going to read bio spa file before going to bed. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-6591620140682414231?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/6591620140682414231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=6591620140682414231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6591620140682414231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/6591620140682414231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/06/beach.html' title='&lt;b&gt;beach&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-9100306985406901909</id><published>2008-06-14T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:00:01.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SFPQSGgVMXI/AAAAAAAAAqM/46bIPXLi2zU/s1600-h/mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211738203200237938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SFPQSGgVMXI/AAAAAAAAAqM/46bIPXLi2zU/s320/mag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random picture. A guy can dream right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Magazine Cover anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUICKIE POST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday(9 June 2008):&lt;br /&gt;-study session at airport burger king&lt;br /&gt;-10am to 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened when I was walking under the void deck with kids playing soccer!&lt;br /&gt;1 boy is shooting the ball as I walked past...&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, wanna kill people is it?", this blue-shirt boy said.&lt;br /&gt;"What?", the shooter replied.&lt;br /&gt;"I said stop right" the blue shirt boy said again.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sorry I never hear.", the shooter said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-Friday(10 June-13 June 2008)&lt;br /&gt;-youtubing/homeworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday(Today!)&lt;br /&gt;-study session at tampines library.&lt;br /&gt;-10 am to 3pm&lt;br /&gt;-saw many nassians src 4 collecting with those donation tins.&lt;br /&gt;-older cousin may have seen me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Farhan took the wrong bus to go to his friends place for another study session. Instead of taking a bus to kembangan, he took a bus to yishun with 969. Hahaha. Then he called me while I was waiting for the bus. Then I laugh. LOL! First time stupid mistake. All the way to yishun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday(Tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;-may/may not go to the beach with whole extended family&lt;br /&gt;-I NEED TO STUDY BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-9100306985406901909?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/9100306985406901909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=9100306985406901909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/9100306985406901909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/9100306985406901909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/06/lazy-update.html' title='&lt;b&gt;lazy update&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SFPQSGgVMXI/AAAAAAAAAqM/46bIPXLi2zU/s72-c/mag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33324480.post-8553285940441966925</id><published>2008-06-07T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:45:16.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prince caspian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.empireonline.com/images/news/temp/princecaspianposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.empireonline.com/images/news/temp/princecaspianposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to watch The Chronicles of Narnia : Prince Caspian and it was really, really good. I have to give it 4/5 because I love the movie. And trust me, I'm not a fan of this type of fantasy films. Even for the first movie, I didn't understand the hype surrounding it. But, lucky me, I watched the first moive like a year after it's release and I love it so much. So much so that I managed to convince and drag along Farhan to watch this movie even though he was not too keen on watching a talking lion. At the end of the film, I've managed to turn Farhan into a convert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we're not planning to watch movie today because there were other plans. Was supposed to go eat at Charco's because I've heard it was good and tasted similar to Nando's which I so totally fell in love whilst in Australia. But unfortunately, you know who couldn't/didn't/shouldn't make it so that plan was canceled. But, because of this cancellation that Narnia came into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, both of us were early since the movie only starts at 3.20pm. Grabbed a bit of food culture and hell, the prices were raised like there was no tomorrow. My usual favourite cost like $1 more but I still bought it because there's nothing else I really wanted to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, went around the mall. I am so going to buy that chick-click book because that's the only type of book I can quickly finish reading. Then went to library which was super quiet and I like. Talked non-stop for nearly 2 hours and in between, we got shooed away by the librarian because we weren't reading. I mean, there were kids playing around with toy cars and they can stay. Yeah, we were at the kids room. Haha. But whatever, because we managed to sneak back into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and watched an indonesian horror movie. It made me laugh instead of making me scared. Haha. Anyways, planning to study at the airport next week, Hopefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33324480-8553285940441966925?l=asyrafachap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/feeds/8553285940441966925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33324480&amp;postID=8553285940441966925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8553285940441966925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33324480/posts/default/8553285940441966925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asyrafachap.blogspot.com/2008/06/prince-caspian.html' title='&lt;b&gt;prince caspian&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>ASYRAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15656550332071415334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JCG29nrW-g/SVHXAkZyoZI/AAAAAAAABW0/VUZ3EZCiTjA/S220/PC160166.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
