<?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-21809778</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:59:34.725+08:00</updated><category term='i am aka youth.sg'/><category term='money oh money. where art thou?'/><title type='text'>Just us</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-8691393363718166352</id><published>2007-12-10T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:27:22.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;YAY YAY! School will be over soon and holiday is finally coming. LIKE THANK GOD! I can't stand agonising over the fact that i'm still pathetically in school during december and having to squeeze my already squeezed brain juice for another round of MCB, Immunology, Medical Technology and Genetics. The cold weather aint helping at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how it'll be like next year with the fyp, the new set of modules, kendarat, time with boyfriend, with the family, with the friends. Like this i want to belah myself lah. Or jump inside batu belah batu bertangkup. hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R11ZFcEhR6I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/64GVZaKJZq4/s1600-h/IMG_1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142364299496343458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R11ZFcEhR6I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/64GVZaKJZq4/s320/IMG_1602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R11ZF8EhR7I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/yrNJmcy5MNA/s1600-h/IMG_1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142364308086278066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R11ZF8EhR7I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/yrNJmcy5MNA/s320/IMG_1616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R11ZGcEhR8I/AAAAAAAAA4g/0XC9-zqltPc/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142364316676212674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R11ZGcEhR8I/AAAAAAAAA4g/0XC9-zqltPc/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142362877862168466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R11XysEhR5I/AAAAAAAAA4I/EVvNqsgvsEs/s320/IMG_1584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my girlfriends muchie much. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SuhaiLa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-8691393363718166352?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/8691393363718166352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=8691393363718166352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8691393363718166352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8691393363718166352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/12/yay-yay-school-will-be-over-soon-and.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R11ZFcEhR6I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/64GVZaKJZq4/s72-c/IMG_1602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1746026145101754480</id><published>2007-12-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:33:33.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been feeling exhausted lately. I wonder if it's because of the weather that causes my bones to be extra lazy and my brain incappable of thinking straight. Or issit because i don't really eat as much as I used to?  hahahaha! SUSU, NO EATING? But seriously, the only time i ever eat is at school. My mom seldom cook so i don't really eat when i'm at home. Furthermore, I'll be too tired from school to eat so i'll just end up hitting the bed instead of eating. &amp;amp; the cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've shrink...&lt;em&gt;horizontally&lt;/em&gt;. NOT vertically. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, PP presentation was ok I guess. Comments from asessor weren't that great though coz firstly, I didn't do any interview. &amp;amp; secondly, I got mixed up between schizophrenia and parkinson's disease. goodness! But, on the average, I think I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me and few of my gamelan mates were given complimentary tickets to Revelation's concert. One word. Awesome! It kept all of us glued to the storyline. A perfect coordination between Gamelan Asmaradana and the dancers. The music performed by Gamelan Asmaradana gives the mood while the casts adds colours to it.  Two thumbs up for them! Also, free tickets are always gooood. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, 15th December - Odessey! I'll watch how my mcg mates performed. heee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-1746026145101754480?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1746026145101754480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1746026145101754480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1746026145101754480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1746026145101754480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-feeling-exhausted-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-7663654533211045476</id><published>2007-12-04T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:39:35.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note: This post contains &lt;strong&gt;vulgarities&lt;/strong&gt; thus if ure not soo into that kinda words, please kindly leave this blog. And if ure interested in knowing what in the world i am toking about with vulgarities, do read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE WAIT TO BE SEATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh. 5 words. These 5 words are one of the most powerful words in the Food &amp;amp; Beverage industry. It allows the restaurant to have a smooth flowing and handling of its customers going in and out of it, thus creating a not-so-chaotic and peaceful eating place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some FUCKING customers, NOT ME, who are just SOOOO STUPID that they never really READ THE DAMN PHRASE! It's only 5 WORDS, and some FUCKING customers just WALKED IN as if the place that im working at is a fastfood restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THEM BASTARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i see that sign at ANY restaurant, i will FUCKING wait. and wait. and wait. cuz i KNOW. that if i WAIT at the stand, there'll be some staff who will come to me and serve me soon. customers ARE WILLING TO WAIT at Pizza Hut n Swensens before entering the restaurant but not the restaurant that im working at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to inform you, BOTH of this restaurants are of SIMILAR STANDARDS like where i am working. and its NOT a fastfood outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most customers NEVER FUCKING wait at the stand for just a short while at the restaurant that im working at, perhaps thinking that its a WALK-IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU PEOPLE WHO THINKS THE RESTAURANT IS A WALK-IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant they READ THE "PLEASE WAIT TO BE SEATED SIGN"???!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NABEH! CIBAI! KANNINNABU! BUTO LANCHIAO LAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to admit that... those DAMNED CUSTOMERS who walked in and NEVER READ THE FUCKING SIGN, LIKE AS IF the restaurant is like THEIR FUCKING FATHER'S, i would like everytime SWORE in silence while giving a FAKE SMILE that you DIE EARLY or HAVE A FOOD POISONING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN MOTHER FUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if some of you are among those customers who just WALKED IN without complying with the PLEASE WAIT TO BE SEATED sign, too bad, i ain't sorry about this, but ure just being &lt;strong&gt;VULGARISED&lt;/strong&gt; by me. i ALWAYS comply with this phrase at ANY restaurant that i go to, and even when the staff never come up to me, i'll just wait, if still never entertain, i'll go eat other places laa. cuz that restaurant DAMN FUCKING BAD SERVICE cuz the staff never come and entertain me mahhhh. at the very least, i comply with the 5 phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so remember guys. when you see ANY SIGN that says.. PLEASE WAIT TO BE SEATED, DO wait to be seated. there'll bound to be a staff who WILL come to you to send you to ur seat. if you just walk in and don't bother to read the FUCKING PHRASE, you're just another MOTHER FUCKING BASTARDS that i shall swore upon as said earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN ALL THOSE BASTARDY CUSTOMERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and btw. i worked at Delifrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abang Johnny-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-7663654533211045476?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/7663654533211045476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=7663654533211045476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7663654533211045476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7663654533211045476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/12/note-this-post-contains-vulgarities.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-7628352588874130120</id><published>2007-12-03T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:51:29.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MCB is driving me to the walls! What methylation? transcriptional repression? what starts the differentiation of cells? Sox17 &amp;amp; Sox2? goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially declare myself dead! MSN is being a bitch &amp;amp; so i couldn't get any informative url from teammates. So i'm stuck &amp;amp; lost. I'm sooo sleepy and my eyes are about to bloat. I wanna go home but there's UT in the afternoon. Plus gamelan training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the monday blues will end fast because I WANT TO SLEEP badly. I think i sleep too much. aiyoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139600134120810770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R1OHF1nSKRI/AAAAAAAAA3o/0FM9-ptZP78/s320/IMG_1492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(editted)&lt;br /&gt;I screw up genetics UT3. LIKE I MESS UP ON CHI SQUARE! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY FOR UT LAH HAIYO SUSU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm finally getting my hands on aldo shades. *jump around*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-7628352588874130120?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/7628352588874130120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=7628352588874130120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7628352588874130120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7628352588874130120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/12/mcb-is-driving-me-to-walls-what.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R1OHF1nSKRI/AAAAAAAAA3o/0FM9-ptZP78/s72-c/IMG_1492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-868286034399444045</id><published>2007-11-27T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:37:47.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halo people! It has been quite a while since i put up a post. Yeah, ive been busy. And lazy. To blog. So i leave the blogging duties to my babygirl. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(what duties? how come i didn't get paid??!! HUH?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite alrite. Im fine. Life doesnt get any better and, contradict to that, is boring too. I badly need some entertainment and fun. Perhaps by going to a concert by some international superstar for FREE, or walking around naked at Antarctica and playing "catch me if you can" with the Polar Bear, or wearing SWAT's full gear and rifles and entering the White House, or better still... take a Samurai sword and an M16 rifle and start shooting and slashing the random public, just like the game Grand Theft Auto. That'll be fun! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(what naked?! I SHOOT you then you know! &amp;amp; polar bear? HUAHUAHUA! don't tell me you're gonna play inside the igloo!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTA has gripped me and my brother tightly, and ive been playing it for at least 15 minutes everyday, despite my busy schedule. Its quite addictive, but not so addictive as compared to Football Manager 2007. hahas! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(yah! &amp;amp; that results you to sleeping late which results me having to wake u up in the morning like mad woman!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2 Sem 2 is a tough one. Looking at the grades that ive been getting, i began to wonder why in the world am i still in Engineering and getting these grades? Okok. I admit. I decided to be in the engineering line after O levels cuz the course, Higher Nitec in Mechatronics Engineering sounds cool. And now in poly, im STILL stuck in engineering and ive to learn deeper on the engineering principals. Digital and Analogue Electronics, C++ programming, Communication Systems, Circuit Analysis, Linear Circuits and Control, and blah blah blah. Stress my brain only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And working part-time at Delifrance didnt help either. I seriously need a loooooonnnnnnngggggg break where i can wake up, bath, eat, watch tv, play games, MSN and sleep. And the cycle continues the following day and the day after and the upcoming days. Slack like siao. Okay whatttttttt. Imagine having had enough resources to RETIRE by 30 years old. Woahhhhh. That's like... way soo coool laaa. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eh hello! retire at the age of 30 &amp;amp; then do what? rot? nvm! clean, cook, wash the house for me. macih!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? My professional Profilling Presentation will start in like... less than 24 hours and ive YET to even design the pp poster and print it out. GREATNESS. Good luck asri. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im in the lab. It's lunchtime (1130-2pm) and my babygirl didn't attend skul due to "woman's problem". So far, till this point of time, i oni understood about 5% of the problem today. Today's module is Microcontroller. In other words, C++ programming. Sounds easy? Of course it's EASY. TOO EASY FOR ME. My God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SuhaiLa: PSSTT! i didn't know the boyfriend did this post till i saw it. hahaha! anyway, whatever it is, I LOVE U LAH CHUBBY BOYFRIEND! oh! btw! the ones in italic are my comments! hehe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-abangjohnny-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-868286034399444045?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/868286034399444045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=868286034399444045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/868286034399444045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/868286034399444045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/11/halo-people-it-has-been-quite-while.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-6698734158268809555</id><published>2007-11-27T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:30:56.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Student by day, boss by night, kendarat by weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling for HOLIDAY SOS!!! A well deserve break get-away from all these for a while will do just nice for my immune system, my electrolytes to balance my bodily fluid &amp;amp; my heat shock response mechanism in my cells to regain back from 100 volts of shock and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I can't get my minds off all those medical terms. *sigh* But a good sign i remember what i studied! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is soo messed up right now. I'M GOING CRAZY DOING PP POSTER LAH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till it's over. 5th dec pp poster presentation. Let's hope i pass. OK DAH.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crazy messed up brain&lt;br /&gt;SUHAILA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I LOVE ASRI VERY THE MUCH. WHY? BECAUSE HE LOVE ME TOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm getting lame by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;this is what dbms is doing to ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-6698734158268809555?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/6698734158268809555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=6698734158268809555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6698734158268809555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6698734158268809555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/11/student-by-day-boss-by-night-kendarat.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2759444029051062004</id><published>2007-11-22T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:48:47.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While i was about to answer the quiz question, I realised nothing about today's lesson goes into my head at all. Nada. Zlich. Like i don't know how to obtain maximum resolution with sufficient contrast. I guess i was too overwhelmed with the frenzy butterfly attack in my stomach and the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways...performance was fantastic. I was amazed that i can actually play 'em subconciously. Like my hands 'magically' move itself, playing along to the beat of the drum. ok shoot me coz i forgot the drum's name in gamelan term. heh! Among the sea of audience, sadly I only saw one familiar face, non other than the boyfriend. If not, i'll be one pathetic person not having friends/family to come down and show support. sad eyh my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy people which i doubt are any busy at all. don't worry. no more invitation to my performances. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchestra Melayu has really live up to its name. One word. ENTERTAINING. Those who miss out on the concert just now, too bad you didn't get to enjoy traditional and fusion musics. What with the electronic sarons, bonang and peking. The soothing sound of the violins, the heart pumping beat of the various kinds of drums, the funky electric keyboard, background bass, the flutes and the funny people at the front. hahaha! It was really lively and some songs got asri into a deep sleep. &amp;amp; ohh they played asmaradana &amp;amp; one of the girl sang to the song. omg she has nice voice! At the end of the concert, gamelan naga kencana and orchestra melayu took pics together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful night to end with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-2759444029051062004?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2759444029051062004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2759444029051062004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2759444029051062004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2759444029051062004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-knew-it.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-8640905200575588405</id><published>2007-11-19T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:58:58.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll grow big muscles on my left arm one day after playing gamelan for&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;some time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one hella Monday for me and more HELLA(s) for me on Tues,Wed,Thurs,Fri. &amp;amp; i've been complaining nonstop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT! My immunology UT1 result perk me up. It came as a surprise to me because I'm expecting a MAJOR screw up for that UT (because i didn't study. &lt;em&gt;SSHHH!!&lt;/em&gt;), instead I get B+. LIKE WOW! Is that miracle or what? Nevertheless, I thank Allah for making miracles. heee! Give a pat on my back. Anyone wanna pat my back too? Call 1900-911-PATSUSUBACK. Thankiuk! haha ok lameeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seeing spaghettis now. nites!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SuhaiLa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134565808369584850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R0GkZgu8StI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Nm9lL5Ik9eo/s320/IMG_1337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/21809778-8640905200575588405?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/8640905200575588405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=8640905200575588405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8640905200575588405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8640905200575588405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-grow-big-muscles-on-my-left-arm-one.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R0GkZgu8StI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Nm9lL5Ik9eo/s72-c/IMG_1337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1414023915949134082</id><published>2007-11-18T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:41:57.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's date out with the boyfriend is one hella day. Blisters, long walks, crampy walkways etc. But it was worth it. Haha! Like finally i've opened DBS account. So now I can use my money which i've been itching to use since god knows when. It's like the 'forbidden' money. Heh! Actually it's just a bank account my dad saved for me since kiddo. So you can imagine how much is inside. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had crazy shopping spree &amp;amp; mr chubby influenced me to buy cars. I'm addicted to collecting them. We bought the cartoon Cars series. wahahaha! Crazy lust. Lucky thing i was 'very' discipline or I would have bought most stuff at wisma. heeeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134127292208663074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R0AVkgu8SiI/AAAAAAAAA00/XWL96e-a_5U/s320/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R0AVlAu8SjI/AAAAAAAAA08/yIv7g0tbrqw/s1600-h/IMG_1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134127300798597682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R0AVlAu8SjI/AAAAAAAAA08/yIv7g0tbrqw/s320/IMG_1371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R0AVlwu8SkI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zWLuRwFTDMU/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134127313683499586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R0AVlwu8SkI/AAAAAAAAA1E/zWLuRwFTDMU/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My baby ONTO. Like finally! i got my hands on this. Anypoops, since i had this, i'm selling away my limited edition pink sennheiser earpiece @ $25 only. Anyone interested mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:paddlexpop@hotmail.com"&gt;paddlexpop@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; yah? MACIH! heee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SuhaiLa.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134127317978466898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R0AVmAu8SlI/AAAAAAAAA1M/q2dCDlm5Q-Y/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-1414023915949134082?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1414023915949134082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1414023915949134082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1414023915949134082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1414023915949134082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterdays-date-out-with-boyfriend-is.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/R0AVkgu8SiI/AAAAAAAAA00/XWL96e-a_5U/s72-c/IMG_1370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-5860632681308325643</id><published>2007-11-15T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:32:31.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why but I'm totally drained.&lt;br /&gt;exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Gamelan Festival is around the corner &amp;amp; i've yet to memorise the notes.&lt;br /&gt;The notes are all jumbled up and tangled in my head.&lt;br /&gt;tsk!&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I'll play well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anypoops, there'll be Gamelan Festival from the 20th to 22nd november.&lt;br /&gt;Free admission from 4-6pm. Back to back gamelan music performed by various gamelan groups from different schools and organisations.&lt;br /&gt;RP Gamelan Naga Kencana will be performing on 22nd November, 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Do come and watch ok? It's FREE afterall, what more good music. A MUST watch!&lt;br /&gt;I get addicted playing the music. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: TRCC Studio. Don't know ask me for more information. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;br /&gt;ps: I'm craving for roti prata at jalan kayu. heeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-5860632681308325643?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/5860632681308325643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=5860632681308325643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5860632681308325643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5860632681308325643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-know-why-but-im-totally-drained.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-3089307529285821563</id><published>2007-11-11T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:56:38.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHHHHHHHHH!!! Holiday is coming to an end. CHET! I still wanna wake up late and sleep late and go out eat at jalan kayu and go town and eat until im maxed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it's still a good one week break, though i'm not ready yet to come back to school. pfft! sooo gonna dread the morning wakings and the loooonnngg routined school hours and the daily dose of trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok let's stop whining. Let's be happy that i'm still a student, studying and enjoying my life as a student, playing truancy(well at times!) and getting away with that. It's a bliss to be a student actually. You don't know how cruel the world is outside, you don't have to think of paying bills after bills because you're still being supported by the parents, you don't have to think how long can u sustain in the company before they decided to retrench you, you don't have to think triple or quadruple times before getting MC from work and such. Yah so there are many out there working part time but there are parts where your parents still pay for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends couldn't agree more that studying is way much better than working life. A friend of mine once said that&lt;em&gt; "when i was younger, i wish i could grow up fast and work so that i can buy what i want. But now, i wish i could just study all my life and not working because nothing beats than studying. There's an unspeakable freedom when you're still a student." &lt;/em&gt;It's true actually. But i believe it doesn't apply to everyone out there. Different people have different perspective. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i'm still a student, i'm gonna live each day like i'm gonna graduate tomorrow. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time during unity raya reunion, me and my ex-chairperson, nizam were talking about a friend of ours who's gonna get engaged soon. We agreed that 18 is still tad too young to get engaged or having any official knots with your partner. Obviously, this are just our perspective. I feel that at this age, we should explore more and widen our circle of friends. Enjoying our youth time because it only comes once in our life and it's one of the bestest time though somewhat awkward. Grabbing any opportunities coming our way and just have fun. Not being bounded by anything. I mean at the age of 18, how can you be so sure that he/she will be THE ONE for you? THE ONE who will spend the rest of her/his life with you regardless of your flaws, cranky moods, weird habits and whatnots. THE ONE who will go through the tidal waves and calming breeze with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting engaged and married is fun and exciting. The prospects of living with your loved ones, doing things together, have kids, seeing your kids growing up and be grandparents one day. But not every marriage have happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictory to my statement, age is not a factor to determine if you are eligible to get married. But still, is 18 of the age where you are at rational mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-3089307529285821563?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/3089307529285821563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=3089307529285821563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3089307529285821563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3089307529285821563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/11/ohhhhhhhhh-holiday-is-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-7500657383881224461</id><published>2007-11-06T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:41:50.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! Aldo shade is the kill! I'm going gaga over it. It's a lil of everything. A lil of class, a lil of rock, a lil of vintage, a lil of sweetness. AHHH!! B! I NAK GOLD FRAME ALDO SHADE!!!! macih! hehehe! $35 only. heeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the boyfriend's grinning from ear to ear when I bought him burberry weekend perfume. chet! &lt;em&gt;suka lah dapat bende free ehhh. &lt;/em&gt;the smell's nice btw.&lt;br /&gt;The salesguy gave alot of insights about perfume and what brand is strong or not suitable to our liking. Like I thought salvatore ferragamore smells nice but actually it's a tad too strong for me. He was so cool and recommended quite a few great brands. Like elizabeth arden 5th ave which im soo gonna buy soon, davidoff cool water, ck one, burberry and a few more. hoho! power ah that guy! gonna come back to that shop for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to get perfume that matches with our personality coz it will bring out the confidence in you. Who doesn't feel comfortable with nice pleasant smell on you, no?&lt;br /&gt;unpleasant smell totally turns me off eventhough he/she may be the hottest thing on earth. I was attracted to Nur'Asri bin Agus because he smell so wonderfully nice. i swear i was melting when i stand next to him. hahahahaha! ok SSSHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm developing fetish for perfumes and shades. money oh money! where art thou???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-7500657383881224461?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/7500657383881224461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=7500657383881224461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7500657383881224461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7500657383881224461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/11/omgomgomgomgomg-aldo-shade-is-kill-im.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-3345738711130749147</id><published>2007-11-04T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:38:10.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;one week holiday suddenly doesn't seem like a holiday or rather a break for me. it's so 'fun' filled pack with trainings, trainings and MORE trainings. Just when I thought I can take a break from waking up early in the morning. *sigh* nevermind. i'll wait for my much anticipated december holiday. let's hope this time round, it will be a real holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from unity's raya outing and boy i'm totally shagged. The thought of having training after training just make me sick. 9.30am all the way till 7pm. goodness. Let's hope i survive. Odessey and Gamelan Festival. Tell me again why am i involve in both performances? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh nites!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129009459212154482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Ry3m7bH1dnI/AAAAAAAAAz8/MywkwqmOES0/s320/IMG_1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/21809778-3345738711130749147?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/3345738711130749147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=3345738711130749147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3345738711130749147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3345738711130749147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-week-holiday-suddenly-doesnt-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Ry3m7bH1dnI/AAAAAAAAAz8/MywkwqmOES0/s72-c/IMG_1308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1253688980102996572</id><published>2007-10-31T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:44:19.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RygkALH1dmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ycOfTUG4g8w/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127387761165563490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RygkALH1dmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ycOfTUG4g8w/s320/IMG_0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold me like you'll be there for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me that you'll never let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz im leaving on a jet plane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't know when i'll be back again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh i love you so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/21809778-1253688980102996572?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1253688980102996572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1253688980102996572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1253688980102996572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1253688980102996572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-kiss-me-and-smile-for-me-hold-me.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RygkALH1dmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ycOfTUG4g8w/s72-c/IMG_0969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-6446750400548760947</id><published>2007-10-30T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:16:56.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127114841763706370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RycryLH1dgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/JyAChOuRGPg/s320/1117592024_49c6d661f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.O level is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, PP poster presentation! pfft! im so dreading it! the probability of passing or failing are the same. &amp;amp; i last heard we had to use 8 A3 papers for pp poster? GOODNESS. last year 4, this year 8, next year? 16? funny eh keep multiplying the number of papers for pp poster. i think in 3 years time, the entire school can paste A3 papers all over the school walls. atleast the posters will brighten up rp's too white and too zen-ish walls. hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;raya with PK gang was the kick man! me, eza, nisa and eiza formed the budak belakang bising gang. we kept gibbering and making all sorts of noises(random ones too) that it felt like zoo in lokman's car eh i mean his father's car. hehe! But hey! raya is suppose to be a happy occasion so once in a while acting like mad kids should be forgiven. afterall, this is month of forgiving and forgetting. hahaha! 9 of us in 7 seater car. we could have been SAMAN. but raya is on our side. so we're happy raya-ing kids. hahaha! We managed to cover like 10 houses and reached home like before 12 midnight. POWER EH? All thanks to the sleepy tired but we stuff him coffee driver of the day, LOKMAN! Thankiuk for sending us hoommee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: the algebra expansion was not done by me because my name is not peter. sumpah i tk penah blajar buat expansion gitu mcm! entah kambing sesat mane ajar si peter buat gitu mcm. pandai sekali! hahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-superbumblebee suhaiLa buzzing off!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127117710801860114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RycuZLH1dhI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Rk_kGFEQPBE/s320/IMG_1229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/21809778-6446750400548760947?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/6446750400548760947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=6446750400548760947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6446750400548760947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6446750400548760947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-level-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RycryLH1dgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/JyAChOuRGPg/s72-c/1117592024_49c6d661f4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-183349306467984282</id><published>2007-10-26T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:56:16.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just filling up my time because i can't seem to get a head start for english. now tell me, is this like year 2005 repeating itself again. haha! Few more days left &amp;amp; my preparation for english...well...let's just say in singapore typical language..cannot make it one. addooiii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really blame me since i'm so hype up with the raya celebrations. tomorrow another raya outing with the PK darlings. even better, we'll be having a transport. at the very least i don't have to reach home at 1am. tiring you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with my professional profilling on neuroscience. LIKE FINALLY. 6 months long of pp done in just 1 day. COOL eh? I was already thinking of just failing it this year and repeating pp next year but unfortunately some smart people decided to play the game and change the rule. No year 2 is allowed to do their pp in their 3rd year. A fail in pp module will means you have to stay another 6 months, as a YEAR 4. wahahaha! wasting mantings lahh!! Having to pay school fees for a module which you don't even need to go to school. chet!&lt;br /&gt;I've just submitted. hope my supervisor pass me. *prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall post up pics since im getting bored with my picture-less entry. OH! don't worry! i won't post unnecassary pictures for i don't wanna be labelled a materialistic by some who don't understand the meaning MATERIALISTIC. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i believe this is of much more cultural, spiritual values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RyGAprH1dJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KG2YULUp_08/s1600-h/IMG_1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125519304362914962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RyGAprH1dJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KG2YULUp_08/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125519295772980354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RyGApLH1dII/AAAAAAAAAv0/8OG0-BNmpiI/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125518617168147570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RyGABrH1dHI/AAAAAAAAAvs/v380xLKb7r8/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125518608578212930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RyGABLH1dEI/AAAAAAAAAvU/eFbG9LHCJD0/s320/IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125518612873180242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RyGABbH1dFI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Gqzji1udKc8/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125518608578212914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RyGABLH1dDI/AAAAAAAAAvM/X27BuH9SUVw/s320/IMG_1096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125518612873180258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RyGABbH1dGI/AAAAAAAAAvk/eTa_uHSB7-k/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-183349306467984282?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/183349306467984282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=183349306467984282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/183349306467984282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/183349306467984282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-just-filling-up-my-time-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RyGAprH1dJI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KG2YULUp_08/s72-c/IMG_1072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-5103016739093568199</id><published>2007-10-25T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T12:19:00.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooo!&lt;br /&gt;like been ages since i blog. muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;what to do. busywoman marh. chehh! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya this year is pretty much well celebrated. We're still continuing the tradition whereby all the childrens with their family heading down to gather at atok's house and then go together to visit other relatives. Only this time round, no more mini bus to drive us around. So we took car and cabs. It's still a happy occasion despite some matters brought. Ahh...family affair, every family has some problems in a way.... mm shan't talk much about those. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anypoops, the four cousinhood finally had a raya together. If you don't get what I mean, it's actually me, my girl cousing eda, my guy cousin edi and ali. Our age gap is only 1 year difference. Since young we're very close and my uncles LOVE matching us up. pfft! Of course now when we're older, nothing happen between us obviously. I can't imagine falling in love with my guy cousins whom i've seen for like 18 years of my life. haha! It's pretty weird. NO. VERY weird. haha! Furthermore, marrying with cousins is the act of inbreeding and this will cause limited genetic variations, in turn, in ur following generations, there maybe genetic defects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i digress. too much genetics up in my head. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my raya money has run VERY DRY.  power eh! Most were victoria secrets stuff(their perfume rocks!), (no i don't buy their panties and bra and put on blog just to tell the entire world what i buy.), Gojane(im developing a fetish for shoes), f21, wetseal, benefit(i find buying online save a hella lot of money and well ALOT of people buy benefit anyway because they are good) and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say...raging feminine instincts. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari raya-ing with the FD people are total madness. As you know typical malay janji melayu(malay's promise) almost everyone was late from the time of the meeting. haha! Me and the boyfriend were the last 2. thanks to him for waking up at the nick of time. We started with umar's house at jurong east at around 1pm and then to each of our houses plus 2 UNKNOWN house(staring hard at asmin and kholique) where series of hilarious happenings happened. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last house was Hus's house. It was already 11.15pm when we reached her house by taking cab from kholique's house. 11.15pm at TAMPINES. What time do you think I reached home eyh? However, since hus's mom cooked delicious lontong and the dishes for us, we took it as late supper. hahaha! Damn the sotong is freaking spicy. Almost every house we had to eat a dish. So you can imagine how bloated each and everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.45pm and we hailed a cab hoping no midnight charge incurred. But luck wasn't on our side. Me, hunny buns, asmin and umar the westerners took cab together and shared the amount. Total about 30 plus bucks. haha! The longest and the most expensive taxi ride ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...it got me thinking. How do you define materialistic? Just because you buy expensive stuff does that mean you're being materialistic? Purchasing something expensive is just a preference of oneself. It could be that the expensive stuff are better in terms of quality and durability in the long run. As taken from &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;, it states that materialist is a person who is markedly more concerned with material things than with spiritual, intellectual, or cultural values. So how has buying expensive things interverne with spiritual, intellectual or cultural values eh?&lt;br /&gt;So...unless you know the person upside down, inside and outside, you don't have that right to say "Hey, she's being materialistic. I saw her buying alot of expensive stuff online", just because it's from what you observe and what you see. It's her pasal lah kann she wants to pamper herself with QUALITY expensive stuff. I'm sure it is at everyone's liberty to purchase whatever he/she wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-suhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-5103016739093568199?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/5103016739093568199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=5103016739093568199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5103016739093568199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5103016739093568199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/10/wooo-like-been-ages-since-i-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-883986161852643821</id><published>2007-10-13T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:49:14.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rw-dqDFDI8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/XTttb-hBvF8/s1600-h/Selamat_Hari_Raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120484647050093506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rw-dqDFDI8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/XTttb-hBvF8/s320/Selamat_Hari_Raya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HARI RAYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still can't believe it. Feels so surreal. muahaha! Felt like i just started fasting. So this is the second time i'm celebrating raya with the boyfriend and the 18th time with my family and relatives. haha! that's so irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to step out of the house but I have already received moolahs. haha! HOW COOL! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; another COOL fact, before i know it, i've already spend 'em! hahaha! you know i know. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think somehow my browsing through online websites in class have manage to influence people to do online shopping. muahaha! It's a fave past time, well only when I have the money lah eh. Omg, I can see asri's head shaking in the air already. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sooo excited! Gathering of Haron blood family and catching up on each other. The cousins I met once a year and the food that's available once a year like ketupat, lontong, rendang and many2 more. The once a year time I get to wear fancy design custom made baju kurung and killer heels (this year's heels is really a killer!). The time I'll wear myself out from visiting I-dunnoe-how-many-aunties-uncle-grandfather's sister-blablabla houses and having to answer once a year questions like "What school are you in?" "What's your age?" "ehh...who's daughter is that? So cute"(haha! ok this one i put myself) and bla bla bla. Despite all that, it's worth it for once a year thing. =) Oh and before i forget, the once a year thing when u see your house is the cleanest and the most well decorated with freshly smelled nippon/juton paint. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; then there'll be raya outing with the friends, polymates,sec school mates and whatever mates i have. ehh...oooppsss! hahaha! It'll be like touring around singapore especially with the poly mates since all of us live around the world eh i mean singapore. hehe! The couple will be donning clothes of same design, same colour and whatever that you can make it same. The streets will definitely be filled with walking colours that from u feel like you're in circus. haha! for this year, me and asri willl be in purple and red. next year green eh b? hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the spirit of hari raya, i don't feel like writing rj. Because it's a blank question. Like you can just write whatever you want. How irony i lack of inspiration to write for rj but I generate alot here. Ahhhhh the power of the mind. nevermind the boyfriend's doing his gentleman thing. hehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I feel like posting pictures but there's no hari raya pics at the moment so i shall put up last year oness. *awww....flashback of last years celebration*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120491952789464018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rw-kTTFDI9I/AAAAAAAAAoA/4nswRekfmds/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120491978559267810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rw-kUzFDI-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Xo3agiWB5qI/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120491982854235122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rw-kVDFDI_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/00lJzQxITsg/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120491987149202434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rw-kVTFDJAI/AAAAAAAAAoY/eCuJ24-xCjE/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120491995739137042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rw-kVzFDJBI/AAAAAAAAAog/gxtn_esb8M8/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-suhaiLa.&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/21809778-883986161852643821?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/883986161852643821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=883986161852643821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/883986161852643821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/883986161852643821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-its-hari-raya-already-i-still-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rw-dqDFDI8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/XTttb-hBvF8/s72-c/Selamat_Hari_Raya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-4196401881994491001</id><published>2007-10-12T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:11:46.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rw8J3DFDI7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/MXTs9CGBAGs/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120322142667482034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rw8J3DFDI7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/MXTs9CGBAGs/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:27pm. 1 and half hour more to go before I'm a free woman. Eve of raya just as expected not many turn up. More than half of my muslim friends didn't even turn up for school. Everyone will be busy having spring cleaning, cooking, last minute painting and whatnots. The joy of celebrating Hari Raya mixed with sadness of leaving Ramadhan, not knowing if you'll meet that month again. It's irony how people make a big fuss over Hari Raya when they 'neglect' the more important one. I don't remember seeing the middle east-ians celebrating Hari Raya extravagantly. It's more of a simple affair rather. It's the Hari Raya Haji that are much more celebrated while here we seldom really look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it's just the geographical distance that we're experiencing two completely different things. And the meaning of Hari Raya is somehow not there when we're looking forward to receiving money and feeling the relief of finally able to eat in public. hah! It's just not right but if i were to say i'm not looking forward to receiving money, I would be lying. The prospect of being a day richer is HIGH. I mean for those who don't earn income. hehe! I bet the working adults are dreading for that day, poor for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's problem involve doing genetic probability. a profession of geneticst counselor. definitely i'm not going to indugle myself in finding the probability of having genetic defect child and presenting it to anxious couple. It's troubling that you have to get medical database from relatives and trace ur lineage to find what genetic defect has been passed down through generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh I realised I've yet to mention about my sem 2 classmates. haha! Close to a month now. More than enough for me to talk about them. For now I can say my class is very into discussions. One team presentation can go up to half and hour. OH yes i did TIME. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to all! If in any case my posts offended you in anyway(i still think it's just a matter of being too sensitive) do forgive me. Afterall, hari raya is the time for forgiveness. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-4196401881994491001?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/4196401881994491001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=4196401881994491001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4196401881994491001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4196401881994491001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/10/127pm.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rw8J3DFDI7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/MXTs9CGBAGs/s72-c/IMG_0997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-274321495783696945</id><published>2007-10-01T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:48:57.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! Some people can be either plain dumb or ignorant. Which one eyh? I think i'll choose the former or maybe both. My tagboard is not for you to bomb with your ads. Like hellllllooo!! Did you see anything that writes - "tag here for advertisements". No right? So don't waste your time. I'm not your advertisement centre for goodness sake. It's my personal blog. I don't need unwanted rubbish at my tagboard. So please...BUZZ OFF. &lt;div&gt;pfft! despo people! Even if you wanna advertise, do it at the right place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anypoops, weekend is fruitfully spend at home. haha! You'll see me sticking my ass at home during the weekends only in ramadhan. nyahaha! I cook new recipe and I paint my bedroom walls. I feel like SUPERWOMAN already! hahaha! Now my room is totally GREEN-ified. It's so bright green my face looks greenish. My new recipe is a big hit and I'm craving for moreeee. Arabic meat and Butter Oat Prawn. How droooooooooling. I think i wanna be a chef now since my cooking turn out pretty well. AHH! Can marry asri already! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B! Bile nak masuk meminang? haha! So gatal. Blajar blom habis. Boyfriend have yet to go ns. dah nak kawin. chet! ok back to research. *sigh* How come we have to keep researching on Dna for the past 2 weeks? i'm getting bored actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-274321495783696945?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/274321495783696945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=274321495783696945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/274321495783696945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/274321495783696945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-some-people-can-be-either-plain.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1399990461005457511</id><published>2007-09-27T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T13:56:36.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the fasting month and as much as I anticipate and embrace this holy month with 2 wide er short hands, it gets pretty frustrating to see people eating happily right smack infront of me. Even some of the MALAYS do that in public. Do note MALAYS and MUSLIMS are two entirely different things. So don't get mixed up. The MALAYS are just a race, people with that malay-ish physical traits with muslim names but i wonder if they really are muslims. Like might as well change ur name to non-muslim names if you can't act like one. &amp;amp; MUSLIMS are the people believing in ISLAM and following what the religion ask to and actually FAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah so females have their monthly menses but that doesn't mean you can be ignorant and dumb so as to eat in public. Must you tell the entire world from North Pole to South Pole that you're having menses? Little respect shows how shallow you are. Well to me that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy are worst lah. No excuse to skip fast but create ur own excuse. Go one corner to smoke thinking no one sees you. Oh God! That is the dumb-est thing i ever heard. Like the earthlings are born without nose and eyes? Even if u're craving for the ciggie, can't u wait atleast after break fast. It's not like as if you'll die anyway though earth needs less people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The makciks and pakciks relek oni like sardine eat at local coffee shop. Happily sipping tiger beer and gossip about teenages nowadays. OMG. Look WHO'S talking eyh? Tell me how do i respect people like this? They don't even respect themselves. Aren't they ashamed of doing such prohibited things even during the holy month. OMG! *rolled eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* im like soooooooooo whatever man. No wonder people think little of us. Thanks to those bunch of people for tarnishing our image. I know you'll go so what, that's my problem. But hell do you know what one person do will affect the entire society? So don't be STUPID ok? thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ONLY 1 MONTH people! Can't you try to be saint for this whole month?? Does it hurts till your heart bleeds to respect and be considerate plus using ur brain for once just for this holy month? I didn't say I'm good nor I'm the perfect example coz I have flaws too. Only that I'm more considerate, I have respect for the holy month and I think using my BRAIN. What's brawn with no brain anyway. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH. &amp;amp; i'm frustrated with some people in my class for being so insensitive, ignorant and whatnots. Eating in class. You know there's such an area called urm...........CANTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, it's a place specially for people to gobble food like hungry ghost. GOD! hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-1399990461005457511?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1399990461005457511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1399990461005457511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1399990461005457511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1399990461005457511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-fasting-month-and-as-much-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2610492810473292762</id><published>2007-09-15T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:39:00.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they say when you're at home, money won't flow out.&lt;br /&gt;but it's the same for me. home or no home. my money's gushing out like tap water.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;old navy flip flops, bags from tw, elf makeup, f21&lt;br /&gt;all bought online&lt;br /&gt;and all amounted to more than 100 bucks. (&amp;amp; the boyfriend got scared by that amount because erm...i kinda use his. hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;how TAK cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgghh!! it's time! it's time i surpressed my unnecessary desire to buy stuff online. it's ramadhan, the holy month and i shall, should, must, have to tahan my nafsu to buy too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anypoops, baby snore while sleeping. it's like im talking on the phone but the responds are his snores. how FUN is that ah. a snore means a yes and no snore means no.&lt;br /&gt;so he still love me afterall even when he's snoring. hahahahahaha! ok that's very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting soon and science students are being pushed all the way to block W5. HOW VERY FAR! So kental lah! now i have to wake up early. thank god UT's not in the morning though. &amp;amp; OH OH! im in the same class with mary anak kambing. let's rock the class babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darlings! here's the spree for Old Navy flip flop @ only $7.50! Not retailing in singapore! do join hokeh that is if you're patient enough to wait for a few weeks for them to be shipped. left with only 6 orders so hurry! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://summerfleshmate.livejournal.com/3099.html#cutid1"&gt;http://summerfleshmate.livejournal.com/3099.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure of the shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veganline.com/shoe-sizes.htm"&gt;http://www.veganline.com/shoe-sizes.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will help. =D&lt;br /&gt;ok. dah bye!!!&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-2610492810473292762?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2610492810473292762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2610492810473292762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2610492810473292762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2610492810473292762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/09/they-say-when-youre-at-home-money-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2576460209435445646</id><published>2007-09-12T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:53:37.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just as i'm typing this, my cute boyfriend is onboard SuperStar Virgo having the time of his life. Well not really since he just complained to me how bored he is right now and it's the 4th time he's been calling me. Prolly since I'm not there with him. tsk! If only i had not back out on Poly Forum, wouldn't be here typing out this post and trying to force myself studying. It's abit pathetic that I have nothing interesting to do right now except online shopping but that's going to suck my money dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to study but I have nothing to make me study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room is half done. Left with the painting. I'm still deciding. Green or purple? Or maybe both? But that would look like I'm crazy over Barney and Friends which I'm not. &amp; I realised my room looks IKEA-ish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a few minutes time the boyfriend will turn 20. He's hitting the 2 but he doesn't really act like one, well only infront of me. Adorable in his own way but yet knows when to be a man when needed. I've mentioned break ups countless of times but yet he's still here, holding on to our relationship tightly. Reason being he still love me very much. Aint that sweet. Not that I'm wasting him or anything but I don't believe love can survive alone in a relationship, especially when we kept fighting all the time, patience tempering and flaws lying all out. But there he is, still believing love is the only reason he ever needed to stay with me. It's simple but actual fact is, it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is my post dedicated to my one and only lovely boyfriend who change the better not only for me but for himself too, giving up on past activities he used to do like *ehem* clubbing etc. (i shan't elaborate) and constantly trying to make our relationship work. Happy 20th Birthday sayang. Ur presence is very much wanted by your family, me and your friends. I'll be waiting for your return sweetheart. muackz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109345928645836066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RugLDTeF_SI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/hJoRP6CMl2w/s320/collage50-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&amp;amp; i love you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hugs and kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/21809778-2576460209435445646?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2576460209435445646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2576460209435445646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2576460209435445646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2576460209435445646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-as-im-typing-this-my-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RugLDTeF_SI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/hJoRP6CMl2w/s72-c/collage50-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-3981061693553700265</id><published>2007-09-10T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:08:15.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So how many days have I gone missing to? hoho!&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with activities lately and urm dashes of laziness to add to the cooking pot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made my decision. I'm so gonna work part time. Where? Ahh...i'll decide later after hari raya. haha! Online shopping has really got me broke terribly and what with spending alot like really alot on boyfriend's bdae present and earle swensens meal, hence explains my decision to work part time. =D Speaking of which, beloved boyfriend has been awfully sweet as to pay for my shipping fees. Sugar yummy sweet! Now my makeups just gonna need less than 10 bucks to spend on 'em. Now tell me where can u get awfully cheap but good quality makeup at only SG$1.58 in Singapore? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday's left with only a week and for the past two weeks im packed with activities and outings and stuff. So it's just gonna be pics and more pics.&lt;br /&gt;ps: im just too lazy to type and describe 'em all out. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471962162433474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTwLwm8DcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/wZvwsX0Y5R0/s320/IMG_0900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471962162433490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTwLwm8DdI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Y3pKpOq9fn8/s320/IMG_0899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471966457400802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTwMAm8DeI/AAAAAAAAAlw/xe3KsMCOiDA/s320/IMG_0913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471970752368114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTwMQm8DfI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xQjOeO4cN94/s320/IMG_0933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471970752368130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTwMQm8DgI/AAAAAAAAAmA/dUwtvo6W2XM/s320/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471541255638386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvzQm8DXI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SExAt88HzUE/s320/IMG_0882.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471545550605698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvzgm8DYI/AAAAAAAAAlA/k_LU0mP0hlU/s320/IMG_0884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471545550605714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvzgm8DZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/oJ0Ps7Qz9RQ/s320/IMG_0896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471549845573026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvzwm8DaI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/fNIx8h6NEDQ/s320/IMG_0897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108471549845573042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvzwm8DbI/AAAAAAAAAlY/jFlIxuEBEDo/s320/IMG_0898.JPG" border="0" /&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;MCG Family Day '07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108470738096753954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvEgm8DSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/dFucTpZVIqk/s320/IMG_0831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvEwm8DTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/J7hD2AjxKfM/s1600-h/IMG_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108470742391721266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvEwm8DTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/J7hD2AjxKfM/s320/IMG_0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvFAm8DUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/o5al60aXrwg/s1600-h/IMG_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108470746686688578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvFAm8DUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/o5al60aXrwg/s320/IMG_0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvFgm8DVI/AAAAAAAAAko/sw04z-YQM_0/s1600-h/IMG_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108470755276623186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvFgm8DVI/AAAAAAAAAko/sw04z-YQM_0/s320/IMG_0856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108470763866557794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTvGAm8DWI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vG2RG5eOtSs/s320/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108467929188142290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTshAm8DNI/AAAAAAAAAjo/KgD6ScapB58/s320/IMG_0799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108467942073044194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTshwm8DOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Z2oIPCfyIuA/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108467946368011506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTsiAm8DPI/AAAAAAAAAj4/S6B_OmYZ2QY/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108467954957946114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTsigm8DQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/FtmBsuzsGMg/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108467963547880722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTsjAm8DRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/QCdAvDIGFCw/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108464957070773378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTp0Am8DII/AAAAAAAAAjA/8m_HN5H7Njw/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108464969955675282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTp0wm8DJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/iEwiSO_u1VQ/s320/IMG_0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108464974250642594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTp1Am8DKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/OPKrPFVLrDY/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108464982840577202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTp1gm8DLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jS9S8KOLiJM/s320/IMG_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108464987135544514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTp1wm8DMI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3saD_OOOuic/s320/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108462015018175538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTnIwm8DDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cPUy8Mq3XuU/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108462019313142850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTnJAm8DEI/AAAAAAAAAig/7KzAsk0s3J4/s320/IMG_0812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108462019313142866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTnJAm8DFI/AAAAAAAAAio/qVTQFNQIMnw/s320/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108462027903077474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTnJgm8DGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/gKLuBX8-Qyg/s320/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108462032198044786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTnJwm8DHI/AAAAAAAAAi4/uahLnXjkQCM/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108483206386814482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuT6aQm8DhI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ikWVDYU-bgA/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;br /&gt;ps: i love my cute boyfriend very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-3981061693553700265?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/3981061693553700265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=3981061693553700265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3981061693553700265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3981061693553700265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-how-many-days-have-i-gone-missing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuTwLwm8DcI/AAAAAAAAAlg/wZvwsX0Y5R0/s72-c/IMG_0900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-942096377490291381</id><published>2007-09-07T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:29:54.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13TH SEPTEMBER 1987</title><content type='html'>On Thurs, 6th September 2007, baby darling and i went out for an advanced birthday celebration. Yeap, i'm turning 20 next Thursday. Mind you, ive reached the "2" level on my age. I'll officially be an adult in ONE YEAR'S time. Not a teenager no more. Weeeeeeee! I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R21, HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a looooooonnngggg discussion, we decided to go to Vivocity. Baby was having her monthly "you-know-what" and she had cramps in her tummy. Awwwwwww. Being the "ever-so-sweet-and-cute-plus-handsome" boyfriend, i bought her the pinkish pills after we bought the tickets at GV Vivocity to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Reservations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After resting for a while, we went to Earle Swensens. So this WAS my advanced birthday treat by my babygirl. Awwwwwwwwwwww again. Hahas. I had a fish and chips while baby had a half-chicken. Thought of ordering some of Swensen's famous ice-creams but my stomach's begging me to stop eating, else it'll explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after eating and watching the movie, i accompanied baby to look for her science books. If i remembered correctly, the two books are called &lt;em&gt;Immunology&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Micro Cell Biology&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone had any idea on what are these stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;Typical biomedical-ish terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page One at Vivocity never had that kinda books so we ended hitting Borders in town, which to our dismay, yet again, never had that kinda books too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby just bought a &lt;em&gt;Demystified book on Genetics&lt;/em&gt; and some stationeries, afterwhich, we had a cool end to the day by having a bread and cone ice-cream respectively and off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the pictures to the talking now. Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJAAm8C7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/9DRpDuHNFc4/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107725191903710130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJAAm8C7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/9DRpDuHNFc4/s320/DSC00986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my salad,which looks like a main-course. (I took alot of it. It's free, afterall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJAgm8C8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/of_W1hKAoqg/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107725200493644738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJAgm8C8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/of_W1hKAoqg/s320/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is her salad, which looks like, a typical salad. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJAwm8C9I/AAAAAAAAAho/nW8Yu-qIuow/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107725204788612050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJAwm8C9I/AAAAAAAAAho/nW8Yu-qIuow/s320/DSC00989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My so-called "main course" to the left, and actual main course, fish and chips, to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJBAm8C-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/Y470EQziU14/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107725209083579362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJBAm8C-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/Y470EQziU14/s320/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her half-chicken main course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJBQm8C_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/e3drdS6U9Y0/s1600-h/DSC00988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107725213378546674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJBQm8C_I/AAAAAAAAAh4/e3drdS6U9Y0/s320/DSC00988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me smiling for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107725879098477570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJoAm8DAI/AAAAAAAAAiA/TElN5XX1ZOI/s320/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Her smiling for the camera. Notice that this picture was taken after she ate her food. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107725883393444882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJoQm8DBI/AAAAAAAAAiI/xpsxLHyuG5E/s320/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And she's leaning against the station's door, wondering whether she should buy the shampoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Truly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ask Rey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107725887688412194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJogm8DCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/izlspyS84H4/s320/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-942096377490291381?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/942096377490291381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=942096377490291381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/942096377490291381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/942096377490291381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/09/13th-september-1987.html' title='13TH SEPTEMBER 1987'/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuJJAAm8C7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/9DRpDuHNFc4/s72-c/DSC00986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1761170096074675053</id><published>2007-09-05T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:14:45.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two weeks have passed and there're about a week-plus more of term break before we Republicans drag our lead-chained feet back to school on the 17th September 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's only a 3 weeks term break, there're alot of activities lined up in my schedule that i feel like this break isn't actually like a break. There're poly forum meetings, npcc commitments, night class and work. Well. work isn't actually much of a problem as i was being "cut labour" for like the 2nd time in two months due to Delifrance not doing well in business. Cut labour = no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCC takes up quite alot of my time this couple of weeks. Yeah, im the overall CI in-charge of my unit thus, ive to do quite alot of paperwork and such. Pretty exhausting at times but, what to do, ive a passion for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week back, MCG'S Family Day event was held and at the end of the day, it was quite enjoyable. I somewhat had a fun time throughout the day at ECP, with the FD committee members making lotsa jokes and laughters around. There're certain things that i'm not at all satisfied which i'll bring up during the AAR, but other than that, i truly had fun for the whole day, despite being uber exhuasted at the end. ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going for a cruise next week from 12th-14 September 2007 on-board Superstar Virgo. Wooooo! It'll be the 3rd time i'm boarding Superstar Virgo, and the 1st without any family or relatives with me. Hehehe. Yah, im part of the poly forum 2007 participants and im one of those representing RP in the forum. My team, which comprises of students from other polys, and i have gone thru meetings after meetings and doing research and surveys tirelessly for the past months and this cruise culminates all our hard work with a final presentation at Temasek Poly on the evening of 14th September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch is, im celebrating my 20th birthday on board Superstar Virgo in international waters. How great can that be? Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby dear bought me a BEAUTIFUL Liverpool bag (picture below) which i sooo want to buy it but im short of cash. HOW SWEEET OF HER!!! In return, i bought for her a mouse from Creative at Comex to show my thanks and appreciation. Awwwwwwww. I lurvee my baby sooo muchie much lahhh. Hehehe. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107386318984055714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuEUzAm8C6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/e2vLOl2h0A4/s320/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheerios!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Ask Rey-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-1761170096074675053?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1761170096074675053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1761170096074675053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1761170096074675053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1761170096074675053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-weeks-have-passed-and-therere-about.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RuEUzAm8C6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/e2vLOl2h0A4/s72-c/DSC00994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-832655929479914814</id><published>2007-09-03T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T16:07:50.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The person said that the person has given up on the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The person said that the person won't put in any effort into the relationship no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The person said that the person has given up on the other person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The person said that the person have had enough on the other person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The person said that the person want to go the person's own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The person said that the person was always being pointed for the flaws by the other person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-832655929479914814?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/832655929479914814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=832655929479914814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/832655929479914814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/832655929479914814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/09/person-said-that-person-has-given-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2655915680659567868</id><published>2007-08-23T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:25:24.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awww...man..I'm having this sudden pang of sadness. It's the last day of school which means the last day of being together as a class and the last day of having the sense of familiarity when you step into the class. *sigh* I've always dreaded this moment as much as I embrace the long awaited deserve semestral break. But can we like stop changing classes every now and then. It ain't fun you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss everyone in the class. Ok i think im gonna tear here. oh crap. im in emo shit right now. But I mean who doesn't right? What with parting with people you love, the memories, the fun, well you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things going on and Im suddenly so busy, so packed. Oh! I've mentioned that countless of times and Im getting abit bored here. The same old thing. I need something to spice up my life abit but alas, Im weighed down with 2853732 things to do. I'm eating lesser and lesser. I'm losing appetite. I'm always feeling oh so sleepy, not to mention tired. I keep getting this exhaustive kinda feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even complaining anyway. It's not like as if my workload will be uplifted in an instant. pfft! nevermind. I shall endure this and make the best of it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 29734382 photos to be uploaded but I can't be bothered because I'm in emo shit. get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. this entry is so emo-fied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm losing faith in myself slowly. i don't know why. maybe im just not good in doing what m doing rite now. maybe im not cut out to be one. can somebody make me SMILE. ouh i so need it. *sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-2655915680659567868?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2655915680659567868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2655915680659567868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2655915680659567868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2655915680659567868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/08/awww.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2666580312913945152</id><published>2007-08-20T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:23:15.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no self-pity here please.&lt;br /&gt;dont make it like as if it's our fault&lt;br /&gt;like durh it's a fact&lt;br /&gt;only i dont do it directly.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;see it from our point of view&lt;br /&gt;like quoted from &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why do you even need your committee when you are doing almost everything"&lt;br /&gt;minus the vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;get it clear that i want EQUAL workload in the comittee&lt;br /&gt;no one shall do more than what i/asmin deem as&lt;br /&gt;unless you've settled yours and nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i'm just doing my job and i believe im being professional here.&lt;br /&gt;I rather let you know than to talk behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm not a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;i don't want someone else to be blamed for something else he/she didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;aint fair you feel me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to people outside, if you don't know much about what's happening, keep your mouth to yourself and don't come here and spurt nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-2666580312913945152?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2666580312913945152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2666580312913945152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2666580312913945152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2666580312913945152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-self-pity-here-please.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-3757715601223027183</id><published>2007-08-16T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T14:03:36.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been on hiatus for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my silence kill u?&lt;br /&gt;Does my sudden emergence sent shivers down ur spine?&lt;br /&gt;Does my absence brought about peace in the society?&lt;br /&gt;Does my rise concerned u to the very tip of ur armpit hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever are the answers to the questions, i don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to know either.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's self-answered. Duh~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past month, ive been bombed with quite a number of activities.&lt;br /&gt;Let me rephrased.&lt;br /&gt;For the past month, ive been bombed with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of activities.&lt;br /&gt;Mind the "grammatical" error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPCC&lt;br /&gt;- Being the most senior cadet inspector (this year is my 4th year serving as a CI) back at my unit, i was tasked upon to be the overall CI in-charge for any matters with regards to TWSS-NPCC. Discipline, training, badge tests, send cadets to npcc hq courses, planning out monthly activities/training, admin work, logistic work, armoury work, and such. Pretty a fun but stressful job especially when im doing all this to get at least a Silver, if not, Gold for my TWSS-NPCC unit in year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK&lt;br /&gt;- Im currently working part-time at Causeway Point Delifrance, just fyi. Ive been working there for the past 1 year 7 months. At times, i do think of quitting and finding a better paying job but, though the customers at CWP-DELI are at times one assholic bunch, i love the working environment; great and understanding managers and serious but funny staffs. im still contemplating to change to Secret Recipe at PS though. contemplate, contemplate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;- School has been a little okay for me, aside from the fact that the ut is f-ingly short-timed. i lurve electronics. and ive been scoring As n Bs with a once-in-a-fortnight Cs, though my UTs, haha, are Bs and Cs and Ds. I came from ITE and scoring As and Bs with only ONE C for all the exams at Dover made me think that i can do the same in RP, but i guess its much tougher though. I WANT TO GO NTU OKAY! stress, stress, stress. (im glad all the UTs are over. phew!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY DAY&lt;br /&gt;- Okay so. Ive been placed in the Welfare committee in this family day activity for RP-MCG. i felt like backing out at first but i did not due to baby darling hunny bunny's advice to stay put and contribute as much as possible. Well, i gez i didnt contribute much though as ive alot of other work, mainly NPCC, to be done. Well, at the very least, i did help to approve and clear the loan of tents and canvas sheets right? Hehehe. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLY FORUM&lt;br /&gt;- Okay, so im among the 30-odd selected to represent RP in Poly Forum 2007 which culminates on Superstar Virgo (a cruise ship) from 12th-14 September 2007. Though our presentation to the Minister will be on-board the ship in international waters, the finale would be done at TP. There's a lot of work to be done for the presentation, collecting datas, researching on globalisation and the individual, meetings after meetings with my poly forum team, consisting of 7 members from the 5 polytechnics. Not easy u see, cuz each of us have different time tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GCE 'O' LEVELS 2007&lt;br /&gt;- I failed my E.Maths during my GCE 'O' Level 2003 examinations which put me in ITE. So now, to make my O level and my future nicer and brighter respectively, i decided to retake the paper while going for the E.Maths part-time class every Tues night at J.East BMC. I wanna get at least a B4 for E.Maths okay! NEVER GIVE UP, ASRI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im done. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. As days past, i love my cutey sweetie baby darling even more. Muacks muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ask Rey -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-3757715601223027183?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/3757715601223027183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=3757715601223027183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3757715601223027183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3757715601223027183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-on-hiatus-for-quite-while.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-8836827256193413952</id><published>2007-08-16T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:31:22.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very political eh my previous entry?&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so neyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY YANA! mooacckz!&lt;br /&gt;ok that's so past. yah but what to dooooooooooooooo, imma busy woman. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah! Did I tell you I had to go for FULL vaccination for Hepatitis B and I am NOT protected against Hepatitis A. This is what I had to go through before i can take med tech. Is it worth all the pain from the jabs? tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Day is in few weeks time and im getting more irritated than stress. Why? Because some decided to back out LAST MINUTE and some..well..just because we put 17th as the latest, on the 17th then they will pay. You see, I don't like chasing after people asking them 'Are you coming for the event? Why can't you come? Why not confirm? Why suddenly back out?' PFFT! And then we have the people who say 'YA YA I"LL PAY.'  But like typical singaporeans, NATO &lt;em&gt;(no action, talk only).  &lt;/em&gt;And then some question our motive in organising this event or rather 'Why bother yourselves to make this event anyway'. Like seriously, don't you want to spread those wings of yours and know more people? With more connections you have, the more likely you'll be successful. That is if you know how to use those connections wisely. *ehem* nevermind. ONE DAY, you'll thank us for organising such event for you guys. BLUEK!&lt;br /&gt;ps: im not directing this to anyone or whatsoever. Tidak ada kaitan dengan yang mati mahupun yang hidup. Siapa yang makan cilli, dia yang terasa pedasnya.&lt;br /&gt;My blog my pasal la kanss? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok cool. I shan't be bothered with people who don't appreciate our effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, SCHOOL'S ENDING IN ONE WEEK TIME PEOPLE! ahh! my much awaited holiday since june. haha! even that, holiday won't seem like a holiday since i'm very much packed like sardine can with alot of stuff. But atleast, I get to have enough sleep which I'm totally deprived off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in hot campbell mushroom soup. No wait. Soon uh. My bank account is really dwindling down. I better put some money into my bank before my dad take back my card. No wait. I think that'll be better since i wont be having the card in my wallet and i won't be tempted to buy 823752953 things online. No wait. What if Im in dire need of money? Then my card will be my saviour! No wait. Then the money will decrease.&lt;br /&gt;Ah ok shut up susu. shall see on the 25th. Now why am i telling this to you guys? I think I need to work. But then Im lazy you see.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..this paragraph is totally uncalled for. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;This is what FD and DANDB production has done to me.&lt;br /&gt;hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! slamat malam!&lt;br /&gt;btw! di is so mean! depriving me of window online shopping. but alaaaa i still love her! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-8836827256193413952?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/8836827256193413952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=8836827256193413952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8836827256193413952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8836827256193413952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/08/very-political-eh-my-previous-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-6217225057795403894</id><published>2007-08-14T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:58:23.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Innocent lives killed at the expense of political conflicts and the act of misusing the power the people entrusted upon the leaders. The faith on the supposingly heroic leaders to pull them out of poverty and illiteracy, shattered as cruelity and brutality reigns the country. Leaders are suppose to protect the people, to build a better life for the people, to provide equal opportunities to the people, to bring the country forward, to bring peace, but where has all that gone to? Power and wealth yields arrogance and corruption in a person &amp; revenge blind the heart from act of mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power + Wealth + Revenge = Disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear me right. Those three can never come together as one for it will only spells disaster what more if a person is of high influence. &amp; that is the result of what have become today. Through history we learn that in order to seek peace, we have to understand and be tolerant towards each other, despite the different ethnic backgrounds and whatnots. Through history we learn conflicts between the leaders of different countries would result in depriving innocent people of their rights to enjoy a proper breakfast early in the morning with loved ones. Because of war, unaffected people suffered. Because of war, family were separated. Because of war, infants grew physically and emotionally impaired. Because of war, we seek peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't well aware of the happenings around me until recently, i received an email from a friend of mine. I realised how shallow I am, how ignorant I am and how ungrateful I am. It happened right smack in our geographical neighbourhood. It IS happening here, in Southeast Asia, in Laos. Even as I type now, it still is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rape, kill, torture &amp; more other felony acts happening rampantly in Laos like mosquitoes laying eggs on stagnant water. Yet nothing can be done. Why is this happening? Why is history repeating itself again? I don't quite understand here so someone please enlighten me with a torchlight eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we youth staying 23434853km away can't do much BUT we can do something useful like showing our support to put an end to this by signing the following petition. It may be a small effort but like this saying says 'small step leads to big step' or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://refugeesg.wordpress.com/petition/"&gt;http://refugeesg.wordpress.com/petition/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-6217225057795403894?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/6217225057795403894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=6217225057795403894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6217225057795403894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6217225057795403894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/08/innocent-lives-killed-at-expense-of.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2215571771940451322</id><published>2007-08-12T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:08:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rr6T4nm9oEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/b7IbJ8OaAIs/s1600-h/collage47-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097674429144342594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rr6T4nm9oEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/b7IbJ8OaAIs/s320/collage47-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy 14th month darling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for the ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and welcome for the topman shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rush hour 3 is hilarious and gut cracking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a wonderful day with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you dearly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i will love you if not forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for as long as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im imperfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp; as much as you yearn for perfection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in me and our relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you still stay here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beside me and still loving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; that is why i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097676177196032082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rr6VeXm9oFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/3yD9xlwEnGY/s320/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-2215571771940451322?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2215571771940451322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2215571771940451322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2215571771940451322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2215571771940451322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/08/boyfriend-happy-14th-month-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rr6T4nm9oEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/b7IbJ8OaAIs/s72-c/collage47-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-6968712094722959200</id><published>2007-08-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:55:39.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just as i type&lt;br /&gt;asri speaks of a foreign language which i myself could not decipher.&lt;br /&gt;i think he's talking to himself and he seems to be enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i still adore him.&lt;br /&gt;like a child adores her plush toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where have i gone missing? no...not to london though i rather.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;Activites, meetings and events been keeping me all busy musy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the occasional online shopping that kept me occupied for quite a bit during break times.&lt;br /&gt;hehe! dad will kill me when he sees my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;food and shopping. a parallel addiction i find hard to break myself free from it.&lt;br /&gt;like esctacy. they are killing me softly.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note,&lt;br /&gt;I hate mondays. Like really. Well maybe till eng paper is over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;It's one hella long day. applied chem and eng on a monday. the thought of it alone can keep me on the bed all day long. nevermind. I shall persevere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another random note,&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FINALLY, i bought the last installment of harry porter series despite already knowing how it will end. Credits to boyfriend for making me read the last few pages from the book. He just love spoilers and that irritates me. hmph!&lt;br /&gt;For you guys out there who have yet read the book, just a lil spoiler, harry porter got married to ginny weasley and they have 3 kids. the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok good nite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! you guys are soo being missed and loved by me.&lt;br /&gt;muackz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-6968712094722959200?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/6968712094722959200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=6968712094722959200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6968712094722959200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6968712094722959200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-as-i-type-asri-speaks-of-foreign.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-159095106096903225</id><published>2007-07-26T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:50:15.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received $1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold hard cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from OCBC Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too handsome and too cute for them to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough Asri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ask Rey-&lt;br /&gt;(I think i wanna marry my girlfriend tomorrow. Set? Okay, GO!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-159095106096903225?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/159095106096903225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=159095106096903225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/159095106096903225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/159095106096903225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/07/alrite-people.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-6678569993009507688</id><published>2007-07-25T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:38:37.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my weekends were well-spent with shopping, ppp @ arts den and kendarat-ing. But they drained every ounce of my energy. It was the last straw and I'm falling sick right now. Like again. pfft! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to mention today's medical screening make it worst despite the doctor being nice and warm with me. Oh ya, did i tell you i'm scared of needles? haha! I cried when I received jab months ago infront of the boyfriend &amp; he laughed. This time round, it was double the pain but since imma BIG girl and BIG girls don't cry, I hold back the tears. haha! very the drama youu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tiredtoo sleepytoo lazy. i shall let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYp-3m9oBI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gNvz5o_TG74/s1600-h/IMG_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090802588844924946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYp-3m9oBI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gNvz5o_TG74/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYp-3m9oCI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ctm_k3Nhhp4/s1600-h/IMG_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090802588844924962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYp-3m9oCI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ctm_k3Nhhp4/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090802322556952530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYpvXm9n9I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Oosrhm0c0Lo/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYpvHm9n8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/O4KEn4FONWM/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090802322556952546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYpvXm9n-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/XAn--ANLyAg/s320/IMG_0532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090802326851919858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYpvnm9n_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/jyq30z3VdP4/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090802326851919874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYpvnm9oAI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TNS5vT8ElfI/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090801716966563698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYpMHm9n3I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/BgCXcmYwBtw/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090801721261531010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYpMXm9n4I/AAAAAAAAAfY/ulq_PT2Bscg/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090801725556498322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYpMnm9n5I/AAAAAAAAAfg/6HjjslB5l-Q/s320/IMG_0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090801729851465634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYpM3m9n6I/AAAAAAAAAfo/BKYGGwBFG6Y/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090801729851465650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYpM3m9n7I/AAAAAAAAAfw/D07Ow6m--nE/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; suhaiLa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090802588844924978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYp-3m9oDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/8l4pVS5Q1vI/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21809778-6678569993009507688?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/6678569993009507688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=6678569993009507688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6678569993009507688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6678569993009507688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-weekends-were-well-spent-with.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RqYp-3m9oBI/AAAAAAAAAgg/gNvz5o_TG74/s72-c/IMG_0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-330846008691714670</id><published>2007-07-20T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T23:34:39.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you." by Carl Sandburg (1878 - 1967)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that is an extraction from my rj. I never thought time can be simple but yet precious. It's something that we can't retrieve it nor can we relive it. Like this saying, time waits for no man. Once we lost the time, we'll never be able to rewind it back as much as we wanted to. Over the decades, the human race have tried to invent something powerful so as to bring us back to time or to the future but to no avail. Time is not a thing we can meddle with no matter how much we tried. It's not something we can try to make it up to. Once gone, it'll be gone forever. It'll turn to become memories, histories, pasts for us to look back and reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this new age, we're always rushing for time, fearing of not having the time for everything that we want to do. Sadly, time goes faster than we think. As much as we want to squeeze everything inside, we'll always lack of time. Even if you work your body like as if your blood is petrol 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there are such things as time management that would make life a whole lot easier and more space to breathe the humid singapore atmosphere. That is what I do all the time. I manage my time so as to prevent myself from 'hyperventilating'. But most importantly, I didn't want others to dictate how I should spend my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my time according to how I want it and using it as wisely as I could. I spend my past 10 years of time studying to the best of my ability if not average so that I can be where I am now. Time is the only thing I can prove how capable I am. It is the only thing that gives me the opportunity to channel my every energy to the right sources. Every single day, I would make sure I come home with a knowledge or skill in my brain. Every single hour, I used it to apply as much skills and knowledge imparted on me . Every single minute, I appreciate my love ones and every single second I thank God for letting me live because I know I don't have much time. I'll never let anyone or anything took the coin from me and use it. The coin is mine for me to spend and for me to determine how my life should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with my life as the way as it is. Because being happy is the priority of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-330846008691714670?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/330846008691714670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=330846008691714670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/330846008691714670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/330846008691714670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-is-coin-of-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-3292235316198451428</id><published>2007-07-19T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:20:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly like green eversince i bought lime green a&amp;f henley tee.&lt;br /&gt;lime green, dark green, blue green, baby green&lt;br /&gt;and whatever that has splashes of green&lt;br /&gt;idky!&lt;br /&gt;think there's hormonal imbalance inside me&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i feel the close bond with earth&lt;br /&gt;SAVE THE EARTH people!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;from electric blue to royal purple to fresh green&lt;br /&gt;what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purely random entry&lt;br /&gt;im bored lah dey and tired and sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been mentioning how tired and sleepy and whatnots for the past few entries.&lt;br /&gt;that shall stop in a few weeks time&lt;br /&gt;hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;br /&gt;psst: i love asri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-3292235316198451428?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/3292235316198451428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=3292235316198451428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3292235316198451428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3292235316198451428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-suddenly-like-green-eversince-i.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-5994021033143222535</id><published>2007-07-14T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:37:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEY-NESS people! it's SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was one looooooooong day for both me and asri. We took cab to school in the morning at 8am and we took cab back home at 12 midnight. 16 hours &amp; i'm one quiet cranky drained temperamental girlfriend. It's the 2nd day and running from ps to cathay cineplex aint exactly a good idea but we're late for the movie. The pain was unbearable hokeh not to mention the ocassional dizzy feeling i get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was alright. We did our research just for the sake of researching because it's friday and having to do lengthy research about circulatory system(darn its a bloody long topic) didnt do us any good. It's FRIDAY people! The day almost everyone looks forward to because we have something so much exciting things to do than researching about heart and blood pressure! blimey. I suppose this is what science students have to go through. *sigh* nevermind. I LOVE SCIENCE. *note the sarcasm pple*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biochem UT didn't help much either. Another 30 minutes of torture before we're released to have fun. Tough I must say. I'm just hopping for a C atleast. B would be a miracle. A would be when i suck up to the faci. pfft! So straight after UT we had a short re-run of the DANDB production, ok the short one is for me. hehe! One of the scenes we surprised eza with brownies because it's her birthday. Friday the 13th. hoho! Happy 18th birthday girlfriend! =) Hope u love the surprise. hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we rushed to Cathay Cineplex for our Harry Porter and the order of the phoenix movie. We're late lah sehh! haha! Naq, Ias, Fyra and Adam were sooo suwit, waiting patiently for us with the food. muackz! ehh that one for naq and fyra aje hokeh. The other 2 can get it from asri. eeek! haha! The long awaited movie which received alot of publicity aint exactly what I've expected. The duellings were kept at minimal and not much action were shown. Danial Radcliff is smoking hot. hehe! The book was a whole lot better i must say. But still, it's a good effort there. Oh by the way, i've been wanting to pre-order the latest and the last installment of Harry Porter series but daddy's been saying later. pfft! anyone care to pre-order it for me? I promise i'll treat you to happy meal at macdonalds. =)hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, we head to ljs at ps and chill there. we watched the suicidal incident at yishun mrt through adam's phone. brrr!! sends chills up to my spine babe! even as i type this im having goosebumps. There's been quite an occasion where people committed suicide on the mrt track. Is that a trend or whattt? haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reached home pretty late, ok it's VERY late. but it's within my curfew. so no nagging. phew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love yesterday. i love my girlfriends and i love my boyfriend. muuaacckkzz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok nite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086937538037226274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RphuvTVPGyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/i0bxVIkYhvs/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&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/21809778-5994021033143222535?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/5994021033143222535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=5994021033143222535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5994021033143222535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5994021033143222535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/07/yey-ness-people-its-saturday-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RphuvTVPGyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/i0bxVIkYhvs/s72-c/DSC00028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-8764252791633878607</id><published>2007-07-10T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:42:52.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RpO2T4mgOZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/rcCaOumK95c/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085608856959072658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RpO2T4mgOZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/rcCaOumK95c/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RpO2UImgOaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/hb_qKAPHN-M/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085608861254039970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RpO2UImgOaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/hb_qKAPHN-M/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RpO2UYmgObI/AAAAAAAAAeo/guhaP-ZV3d8/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085608865549007282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RpO2UYmgObI/AAAAAAAAAeo/guhaP-ZV3d8/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RpO2UomgOcI/AAAAAAAAAew/29x7TlRI5n8/s1600-h/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085608869843974594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RpO2UomgOcI/AAAAAAAAAew/29x7TlRI5n8/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RpO2UomgOdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/U1tAqyKvXf8/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085608869843974610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RpO2UomgOdI/AAAAAAAAAe4/U1tAqyKvXf8/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's my chombi and i'm his bambi. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp; that sentence is totally irrelevant and VERY random. hoho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fyra's surprise party aint exactly a surprise one but nahhh! As long as we enjoyed ourselves and most importantly the BIG GIRL is happy, it doesn't really matter if the plan screwed up abit. haha! we laughed, we ate, we sang, we drink, we played and then we went home when the nite just gets younger. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I've had a tad too much of workload piling up on me, not to mention the escalating ig activities consuming my rest days that i get this uber exhaustive feeling each time i wake up in the morning. &amp;amp; now I'm the assistant head for family day event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite all that, i still do make an effort to spend time with the family, girlfriends and boyfriend. So in conclusion, I still do have a LIFE hokeh! trust jawad to say "eh you no life lah!" pfft!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my tagboard ada macam pasar tekka gitu. So kecoh youuu!! Eh hello! korang ehh!! you all banyak cantik muka nak i plan2 birthday surprise! dah dah! semua nye birthday celebrate satu kali kat kedai kopi mamak. no party hats given tapi kalau nak sgt nanti i belikan satu2 pakai ok? then cake besar2 letak semua nye name abeh tu kan kite makan prata dan minum air coke pukul 8 malam. set? hahahaha! azri dont step baby pk please! nak sgt jadi baby i buy pacifier for you ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now im craving for banana chocolate waffle. *saliva drooling* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085609200556456418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RpO2n4mgOeI/AAAAAAAAAfA/fbstqY8jLRY/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/21809778-8764252791633878607?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/8764252791633878607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=8764252791633878607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8764252791633878607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8764252791633878607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/07/hes-my-chombi-and-im-his-bambi.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RpO2T4mgOZI/AAAAAAAAAeY/rcCaOumK95c/s72-c/IMG_0423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-9169217468957053725</id><published>2007-07-06T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:20:39.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god. What a vex-ation week. Too many things running in my mind.  I sooo need a nice long warm bath and a good night sleep &amp; that means having sufficient 8 hours of sleep &amp;amp; without having to worry about stuff needed to be done asap. But I doubt I'll ever have that opportunity for the next few weeks. I shall wait for the semestral break then. Though even that i know there'll be something crop up to keep myself busy. Oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, yesterday was some sort of a stress reliever. Not that I'm saying being trapped in a room with a group of guys is fun. It's funny seeing their reactions in the room. Some act cool, some go hysteria, some continue playing games, oblivious to their surroundings, some packing the model planes &amp; me? I was on the verge of PEEING infront of those AIG guys lah sey!! hahaha! &amp;amp; hunny..never underestimate ur baby gerl here. Imma carpenter at home hokeh! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after a few mins that seems like hours later, the man saved us especially ME from room torture. What an episode! haha! Hence ending aig session.&lt;br /&gt;We packed our bags and off we went to Sheng siong. &amp; sweetheart was so full of happiness and excitement. haha! So we finally got all the prices for the food stuff, dirt cheap i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet tantalizing news. I scored a B for Applied Chemistry. Happiness babyss! That pulled up my entire predicted grade from E to C. Am i good or what?? haha! So next UT, an A please. thanku very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's somebody's birthday today! Boy she's one excited happy 18 babe! haha! Welcome to the LAPAN BELAS TAHUN CLUB fyra!!! Kamu eh dah 18 please kurangkan ketawamu yang ku rasa kat north pole pon boleh dengar &amp; image mesti maintain senantiasa oookkkaayy? haha!&lt;br /&gt;Though I've wished you last night, yes aku sanggup terbgn pukul dua belas setengah pagi just to wish you, I shall wish you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;Nurzafirah bte Zuhuri&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY GIRLFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI JADI YANG KE LAPAN BELAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah&lt;br /&gt;morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags replied.&lt;br /&gt;janna: been there! those stuff are pretty cool! =)&lt;br /&gt;eza: nak share? duit? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;nicole-la: hoho! will do soon!&lt;br /&gt;Jannah: hahaha! YAY YAY! itu lah! food happiness!&lt;br /&gt;aYu: haha! lain kali we go down eat together gether lah eh eh eh! u nak, i tell you in detail later how to dl.&lt;br /&gt;izah: eh ehhhh!! u ni, tau malu ke tak? hahaha! u nak nanti i buat party for u kat macdonald lah k? ade party hat tau! haha!&lt;br /&gt;abang hensem: B!!!!!!! dont perasan hensom cans?? bluekk!&lt;br /&gt;aYu: ya ampon! ni lagi satu budak. yelah yelah! u nye lain sikit. i buat party kat KFC k? ade party hat jugak dont worry! hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-9169217468957053725?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/9169217468957053725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=9169217468957053725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/9169217468957053725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/9169217468957053725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-5958622561448266101</id><published>2007-07-02T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:13:15.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is supposed to be blogged yesterday yesterday but I was too lazy ( tell me a time i wont be lazy. pfft!) to update and upload the pics. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naq's surprise bdae party was a success despite a few glitches here and there &amp; with the planning that aint smooth sailing either. But all went well, though there was a group of people who were being so %$%^&amp;*. Cakap ajek nak datang tapi buih. AAHHPPUUII lahh u all. Resulting to waste of food. pfft! Penatkan mak fyra and us lah seh. very dodol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pressie for Naq was the best because being the smart me &amp; also i was running out of time to buy naq a proper one, I bought the cake. Beats everything lah hokeh. Everyone gets a taste of the pressie, including me. Sungguh menguntungkan lah. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunny bunny was soo CUTE and HANDSOME lahh. For once I AM complementing him. hahaha! Just on that day. &amp;amp; he bohong sunat cakap die potong botak. tsk! bad boyfie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Naq, hope u like the surprise party &amp; the food &amp;amp; the cake &amp; the bobal merepek &amp;amp; the tak senonoh gambarsss &amp; the people who planned and came for the party. You're 18 now darling so WELCOME to the LAPAN BELAS TAHUN CLUB. hahaha! Fyra leh duduk one corner dulu eh. Wait lagi EMPAT hari. Sabar yer nak. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Dee &amp; Izz laughed at me and hunny bunny because they found out we played psp while dating. Tak paham why? takpelah. paham-pahamkan eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the devil has succeeded in influencing me to cabot applied chem class. I think I was too sleepy and I hadn't had the faintiest idea on today's lab protocol. I didn't come for the theory last week. Very PANDAI dot com. Malas memalaskan si pemalas. haha! Not only that, I have also influenced 5 other people to skip with me. hahaha! I'm such a bad influenced but hey! the other 5 too have have the same sentiments as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisa says applied chem is fun. Fun to the durian lah sehh! *note the sarcasm* It was a bore, I couldn't understand what the faci is trying to understandkan us, I kept skipping applied chem class &amp;amp; I hate the stupid molar calculation. pfft! I'll be doomed if I had to retake this module AGAIN next year. Let's pray I won't flunk this module because my predicted grade is E. That's a fail people!! omgomgomgomgomgomgomg. *bites fingernails bites lips bites chocolate cake*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Tomorrow there's drama session with the PK people. Another fits of laughing session coming my way! toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082611923269204050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RokQnYmgOFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/uv_h8uFJfxI/s320/IMG_0297-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082611927564171378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RokQnomgOHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/c3Ok020blzc/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614826667096402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RokTQYmgOVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/cyLydg6WhPc/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614848141932898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RokTRomgOWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ILUTn8bGSkc/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614852436900210" style="DISPLAY: block; 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RokRa4mgOPI/AAAAAAAAAdI/7RO2zYBpMS8/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082611923269204066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RokQnYmgOGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kUzLBw9tdU0/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082611931859138690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RokQn4mgOII/AAAAAAAAAcU/NBr6E7bOnLw/s320/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082611936154106002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RokQoImgOJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/G-oCfPJnB8Y/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082613576831613186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RokSHomgOQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2etwa8X6rEo/s320/IMG_0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: I SO SO LURVE MY CUTE BOYFIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082614856731867522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RokTSImgOYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/w7GgoJ626qE/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/21809778-5958622561448266101?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/5958622561448266101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=5958622561448266101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5958622561448266101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5958622561448266101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-supposed-to-be-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RokQnYmgOFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/uv_h8uFJfxI/s72-c/IMG_0297-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-4147076658559431877</id><published>2007-06-29T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:00:30.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;susu: time ramadhan lepas buka kite solat tajwid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ain: ehh...kite solat tahjud uh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;di: kite solat terawih lahhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jawad: dua-dua salah. lepas buka kan solat maghrib!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what u get when u're too full from eating nasi padang and longtong with bagedel. bobal tk tentu arah. hahaha! so meaningless lah this conversation. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally after weeks of playing meaningless games on the internet due to boredom at very random time like playing farmer game during class presentation &amp; barbie make up session before going to bed, i get tons of psp games to keep me occupied. hoho! credits to jawad aka janjaweed, my nice classmate who has 100 plus psp games. best dot com! &amp;amp; he taught me how to download psp games. weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paddlepop's back in singapore!! happyness bebeh! ma love is back. ahhh...the paddlepop melts in my mouth, the tastebuds feel the cold sensation, nerve send to my brain and i get flashbacks of my childhood days, eating paddlepop with my primary school friends on the way back home.&lt;br /&gt;The one and ONLY ice cream i ever really willingly eat. I don't really fancy ice creams ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been abit of a hell. almost everyday reached home late at nite. the lab sessions was somewhat disasterous and confusing and not to mention i'm totally lost. Bradford reagent kept finishing &amp;amp; spectrophotometer gets bitchy sometimes. Family day meeting went back to square one. waking up early has become a chore for me. it gets harder and harder to open this lazy eyes of mine before 7.30am. it gets worst now that the problems crafted by each other module chair gets harder and taxing, which results to further laziness. at times, the thought of going to school aches my muscles. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accidentally typed hard dick instead of hard disk, sending hunny into fits of laughter. how dumb can i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus i shall end this very random and meaningless entry&lt;br /&gt;thankiuk very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-4147076658559431877?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/4147076658559431877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=4147076658559431877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4147076658559431877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4147076658559431877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/06/susu-time-ramadhan-lepas-buka-kite.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-8466268327278468628</id><published>2007-06-24T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T00:10:05.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i've been contemplating to update because i've been feeling veerryy lazy the whole day. &amp; i slept the whole day. like finally lah seh. i get to take full rest before the week starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for this entry, it'll be more peekchas and less words. well what do people call it, urm pictures say a thousand words? ahhh..yeaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday were our performance day for Gentarasa. Fringer performers were what we're called as. hoho! Our first gig and boy we've impressed the audience. The youngest gamelan group in singapore, 2 weeks of training and we make it. We wow-ed them and received invitation to perform at &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;VICTORIA CONCERT HALL PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;! Not bad for starters eyh? mohoho! But also credits to our best ever instructor, Amran for being very patient with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had team bonding, played chop chilli chop &amp;amp; eating pizza (treat by kavibaby. hahaha!). hilarious nak mampos lah seh. Team&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YehboGong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. hahahaha! 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rn6Qq_fQBGI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tXFMJo0TsOo/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079656497991910514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rn6Qq_fQBHI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2SBSNsOkUnM/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079656497991910530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rn6Qq_fQBII/AAAAAAAAAY0/cvJnUJsT-WA/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079656502286877842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rn6QrPfQBJI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ozAfbz8l4uY/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079656502286877858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rn6QrPfQBKI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1PPyCtClgAU/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079662901788149250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rn6WfvfQBgI/AAAAAAAAAb0/xf0eZoWuus0/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my apek-under-the-block-boyfriend! moooaacckkzzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rn6RdvfQBOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Y4dalDkNOoA/s1600-h/collage45.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079660874563585506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rn6UpvfQBeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VztZjzrKJRI/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nites!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rn6RdPfQBLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/tsafLd5_l3g/s1600-h/collage42-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rn6RdvfQBPI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7_kHMDlFGm0/s1600-h/collage46.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-8466268327278468628?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/8466268327278468628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=8466268327278468628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8466268327278468628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8466268327278468628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-been-contemplating-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rn6ViPfQBfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9dYYQSHXl-U/s72-c/IMG_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-4030040818380834729</id><published>2007-06-22T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:56:50.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just for all my friends whom i cherish and love dearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh of course to my perasan boyfriend too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When you're down and trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and you need a helping hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and nothing oh nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;is going right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Close your eyes and think of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&amp; soon i will be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to brighten up even your darkest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you just call up my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; you'll know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wherever i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'll come running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;to see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;winter spring summer or fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;all you gotta do is call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&amp; i'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; you got a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yabedabedooooooooooooooooo! it's finally friday and thank god today's lesson aint taxing. pretty straight forward. The class is 1/2 empty and it's so lifeless. pfft! &amp;amp; ASRI TAK PEGI SOLAT JUMAAT! nottie boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance in a few hours time and i'm feeling nervous already. Heira is so hilarious lah. She bought black skinny jeans 4 sizes bigger than her normal size. hahaha! kamu ni! next time nak beli jeans tell me lah eh? we can go buy together. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vpn is being a bitch. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-4030040818380834729?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/4030040818380834729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=4030040818380834729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4030040818380834729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4030040818380834729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-for-all-my-friends-whom-i-cherish.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-6132314930911037253</id><published>2007-06-20T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:08:47.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hectic time for the pass few days since school reopen. What with PK drama production (i play the secretary named SUSIE. cute kans? haha!), gamelan upcoming performance for Gentarasa and MCG Family Day event commitee meeting And on top of that, my english o level class which i've neglected for the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy busy. I know some questioned my decision to join so many igs. I guess it's just the feeling of wanting to try this and that without having to pay for anything and acheiving alot of things in poly. I'm trying my best to channel my every energy to activities which i believe i'll strive best. Not that I don't have a life, in fact i DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Applied Chem and Microbio UT 2 is abit tough but manageable. &amp; hell i'm surprised i got a freaking A for micro 1st UT. Tell me is that luck or luck? hahahahaha! definitely brings up my self esteem. hoho! Pray tomorrow's biochem aint hard for me. ok study study study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kau penawar jiwa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kau sinar segala- gala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;andai cinta gurauan untuk apa tangisan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-6132314930911037253?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/6132314930911037253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=6132314930911037253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6132314930911037253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6132314930911037253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/06/rahhh-its-been-hectic-time-for-pass-few.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-4398703414871854802</id><published>2007-06-17T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:59:49.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RnVIjvfQBBI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7Gduz9sqf3Y/s1600-h/IMGP0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077043933810263058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RnVIjvfQBBI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7Gduz9sqf3Y/s320/IMGP0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**At 750 feet, climbing to circuit altitude of 1000 feet. Currently at crosswind leg on Right-Hand circuit pattern. Notice the Main Apron and Cargo Ramp of Senai Airport, Johor. Departure from Runway 16. Cessna 172 (4-seater).**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;REACHING 20 SOON, DO YOU THINK I SHOULD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the CLASS 3 DRIVING LICENSE which costs about S$2000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the PRIVATE PILOT LICENSE which costs about RM17,750(S$8000)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, yah. I know. You're bored. In fact, I have a feeling you're very bored over my pilot dreams. I have always wanted to be a pilot. And now i am contemplating, yet again, on which license i should take before completing my polytechnic studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the driving license is much cheaper as i will learn it in Singapore. But i will be another normal polytechnic student who, upon reaching the age of 18, took the Class 3 driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the private pilot license on the other hand, is much more expensive as there'll be ground school and flying lessons which will be conducted in a flying club in Johor. But by having the PPL in my hands, i'll be different from my peers. i'll be able to fly up high in the sky, as compared to just driving around Singapore roads. Furthermore, having the PPL will put me one step closer to realising my dream of becoming an airline pilot in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this scenario:&lt;br /&gt;(1) I have a class 3 driving license and i decided to go for an outing with my girlfriend and two of her bestfriends. I drove to her house using my aunty's sports car, picked her up with her two other friends, and went around Singapore. Shopping, eating, going around the various places of interests in Singapore, with me driving. Blah, blah, blah. The gasoline will be solely borne by me and i'll be the so-called "driver" for the 3 girls, or perhaps 4? I sent them home then, including my princess, and i drove back to the carpark behind my block to park the car. (My aunt lives just 3 levels above me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine another scenario:&lt;br /&gt;(2) I have a private pilot license and i decided to fly my girlfriend and her two bestfriends around Singapore and Johor. I went to the flying club in Johor where i took my license, rented out a Cessna 172 (4-seater), flew and landed it in Seletar Airport, have my baby darling and her girlfriends took a cab to the airport and i'll briefed them on the safety procedures before they entered the cockpit. Afterwhich, i flew the plane up high in the sky, bringing my sweetheart and her couple of girlfriends to the blue wonder. I'll fly them above their neighborhoods, above their homes, above their schools, above the various places of interests in Singapore, fly around Johor, before returning back to Seletar Airport and the girls went back home after the 2 hours flight, while i flew back to the flying club in Johor to return the plane. (it'll be like icing to the cake if i were to end the 2 hrs flight by watching the setting of the Sun from an altitude of 10,000 feet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, WHICH IS THE BETTER ONE AMONG THE TWO SCENARIOS?&lt;br /&gt;if i were to decide, you'd obviously know which one i'll choose among the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag the SHOUTOUT! board for your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either "SCENARIO 1" or "SCENARIO 2".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly thank you for ur participation.&lt;br /&gt;Niwaes.&lt;br /&gt;Im the world's most cutest man, second to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;susu is AFTER me, right darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buahahahahahahahahaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abang Johnny- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-4398703414871854802?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/4398703414871854802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=4398703414871854802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4398703414871854802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4398703414871854802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/06/reaching-20-soon-do-you-think-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RnVIjvfQBBI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7Gduz9sqf3Y/s72-c/IMGP0471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-4742514896682782082</id><published>2007-06-12T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:16:14.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>120606, we got together and now it's 120607.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year has passed by so quickly, yet alot of things happen between us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074836475238941458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm1w4vfQAxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/XYOzZ1D9iZc/s320/7121wi.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time we first chatted over the msn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time you accompanied me till 6pm because I had to reformat my entire laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time we joke about swapping souls and I almost 'lost' my soul, choking on mountain dew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time i dragged you to causeway point during second breakout because i couldn't stand the queue at the school canteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time we sat in the library and you running around the school searching for tissue because i was crying badly from an arguement with sutris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time you hug me tightly because i was so scared of heavy rain, thunder and lightnings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember how you proposed me to be yours. "My beloved sweetheart...it's 1400hrs on a fine Monday afternoon, 12.06.06. Can u, Suhaila bte Suratman, be my beloved babygirlfriend?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember our first date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember our first neoprint at bugis junction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time i brought you to my favourite childhood place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember our trip to esplanade and your shouting caused a few motorist to turn at us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time we hug each other under the pouring rain while waiting for the traffic to turn red for us to cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember our first trip to the beach together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember our first fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time we broke up and then we got back together again in just within few hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time i came crying to you and you wrap me in your arms, telling me that you love me so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time we played uno and board games at westmall burger king because we were simply too lazy to travel far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time when we always go to national library. you with aeroplane books and me buried in medical books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember of the moments we talked alot about aeroplanes, your dream to be a pilot, your vision on how to propose me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time we went to pulau tekong and i almost got seasick. you hug me and tell me it's ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time you surprised me by paying or rather buying me a guess wallet because you knew i've been wanting to have one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time you hurt me so badly and you cried with me, regretting your actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time we went for rp's iftar and i got all hype up and excited seeing from far and my friends telling me we look cute together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember how my selatra mates got to know your nickname and start calling you that name eversince, and that's how you got so popular among my mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember when you decided to treat me to swensen on your bdae knowing that it's my favourite restaurant eventhough it's your birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time you raised your voice at me, you pushed me so hard and i cried badly but in the end you hug me and said sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember our occasional date out, my treat, your treat, on dutch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the time we celebrate my first birthday with you and together with mbs, you surprised me by turning up when i thought you won't be celebrating my birthday with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember our first movie at gold class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember our first official break up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember how hard you tried to win my heart back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember you told me you love me so much and you never want to let go of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember how you cried begging me to let you back in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember the treat you gave me at earle swensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember how we sat on a bench watching the moon, with occasional fireworks lighting up the sky, fingers intertwined each other, telling me how much you appreciate the chance i gave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes hunny. i remembered everything that happened between us albeit my short term memory. our love gets stronger each day as we learn to appreciate and treasure each other better. you've changed to become a better man, just for me and i truly appreciate that effort. you never failed to make me laugh. you never failed to remind me each day how much you love me. you make me feel comfortable being myself with you around. you make sure i'll always know where you are and what you're doing. i'm touched asri. im truly touched by everything that you've done for me for the past 1 year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you told me this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Just believe in one thing k sayang. Believe that i am loving u soo mch. Dats all i want from u now. And i'll do my job in regaining ur trust back again. U have my word hunny..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i trust you baby. i finally trust you sweetheart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 1 year anniversary my cute adorable boyfriend! i love you and you know that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074848282104038178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm17n_fQAyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QuKtb-hOK2M/s320/Scan1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074848286399005490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm17oPfQAzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ARPGKs1UPjI/s320/DSC00220(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074848290693972802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm17offQA0I/AAAAAAAAAWU/qUDFmSaSgZ0/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074848299283907426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm17o_fQA2I/AAAAAAAAAWk/CKjdo7YikeA/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074848290693972818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm17offQA1I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ysvnkKJZMF0/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074849789637559154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm18_vfQA3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/CCgYWtlqb6o/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074849793932526482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm18__fQA5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/2KMtg5QKVk0/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074849802522461090" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm1-8PfQA9I/AAAAAAAAAXc/lbEokrZCqXk/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074851932826239970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm1-8ffQA-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/AOMDwd3eKvU/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074851932826239986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm1-8ffQA_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/H_iACMjAmR0/s320/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074851937121207298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm1-8vfQBAI/AAAAAAAAAX0/rGTLK8xgYII/s320/IMG_5461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-4742514896682782082?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/4742514896682782082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=4742514896682782082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4742514896682782082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4742514896682782082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/06/120606-we-got-together-and-now-its.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rm1w4vfQAxI/AAAAAAAAAV8/XYOzZ1D9iZc/s72-c/7121wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-195263900400377560</id><published>2007-06-11T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:23:37.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dadedums. MORNING! haha! asri's favourite greeting, be it in the morning or evening or night. hoho! I miss that perasan boyfriend of mine. Though we still did sms/call each other but it's pretty limited given that each sms cost 1 bucks and 1 min talk time cost $1.50. pfft! But even that, I'll never fail to hear him whine 'ALAAAA BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB....'. That, for sure, I'll never miss. Very irritating but what to do, I have a 7 years old soul stuck in a 20 years old body boyfriend. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anypoops, yesterday marks the end of 2 weeks of unfaltering fights, endless cheers and supports, injuries, tears and laughters and anxiety. IVP'07 @ NUS is finally over. NYP took the multi purpose hall by storm and they were crowned Overall Champion for IVP 2007, bagging Overall Seni and Fighting category at the same time. Kudos to them. I must say I'm pretty impressed by their enthusiasm. hoho! Rp weren't that bad either. We're in the top 3. My mates have reached their target. In total, we got 5 gold, 2 silver and 5 bronze medals. Congrats to Selatrans for making our school proud. Next up, IVP'08 @ Republic Polytechnic, which is less than a year's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074683157791375954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmzlcffQAlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/p26go6IJ15Y/s320/DSCI0026_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074683157791375970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmzlcffQAmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/MD8urwNuWdA/s320/Picture%2520055_jpg.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074683162086343282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmzlcvfQAnI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UJ-PyogX1rE/s320/IMG_2158_JPG.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074684373267120770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmzmjPfQAoI/AAAAAAAAAU0/1mS5Uowc09E/s320/Picture%2520056_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074684373267120786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmzmjPfQApI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IlVA2GUU12U/s320/Picture%2520040_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074684381857055410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmzmjvfQArI/AAAAAAAAAVM/vG6jH2f5wA4/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cik salmah, our coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074684377562088098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmzmjffQAqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fTjIpBL4B6o/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putera tunggal, jasman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074684390446990018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmzmkPfQAsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CFBzfkhkum8/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puteri tunggal, raudah (gold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074685855030837986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rmzn5ffQAuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/n2OoprDR9p0/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putera ganda, jasman &amp; saiful (bronze)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074685855030838002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rmzn5ffQAvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/JPN_xlDDuO0/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puteri ganda, maryam &amp; nina(silver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074685850735870674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rmzn5PfQAtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/USjQEbrmnWM/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regu puteri, raudah, marya &amp; maimanah (defending champion, gold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;didn't get a chance to take pics of the regu putera, kholiq, aza &amp;amp; feroz though. hoho!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;more pics - &lt;a href="http://myrp2.myrp.edu.sg/sites/cca/cccc/mcs/default.aspx"&gt;http://myrp2.myrp.edu.sg/sites/cca/cccc/mcs/default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;adios!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074688410536379138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmzqOPfQAwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/iO7gy4c58E4/s320/DSC00588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-195263900400377560?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/195263900400377560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=195263900400377560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/195263900400377560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/195263900400377560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/06/dadedums.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmzlcffQAlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/p26go6IJ15Y/s72-c/DSCI0026_JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1252225599079049936</id><published>2007-06-08T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:00:14.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmlSq_fQAkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/V7p4BxHwwpQ/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073677353760064066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmlSq_fQAkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/V7p4BxHwwpQ/s320/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE WORLD MOST HANDSOME AND CUTEST MAN IS............ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOING OFF TO MALAYSIA. (8TH-14TH OF JUNE 2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEKA TEKI: APAKAH IA, BILA DUDUK, PENAT TAPI BILE DIRI, PUN PENAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIA PUNYA FASAL LAAAAA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-abangjohnny-&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/21809778-1252225599079049936?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1252225599079049936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1252225599079049936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1252225599079049936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1252225599079049936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/06/world-most-handsome-and-cutest-man-is.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmlSq_fQAkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/V7p4BxHwwpQ/s72-c/DSC00574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-4916684544551108875</id><published>2007-06-05T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T13:40:35.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Cikgu suka main bola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari-hari cikgu main bola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi sekarang cikgu main silat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hari-hari main silat sampai cikgu menang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's ivp was fun and totally rock my voice box. I think I can join Ramli Sarip's rock gang. hoho! Kudos to Seni Team for bagging 2 gold (puteri tunggal &amp; puteri regu - defending champion since last year), 1 silver (puteri ganda) and 1 bronze medals (putera ganda). Kudos to the Olahraga team for making this far. For those who lost to your opponent, fret not cause everyone knows what a good fight you've given. For those who succceed, good luck for the next round and Team Selatra will cheer for you guys all the way! To kholiq and umar, please hor fight nicely. u guys are fighting with each other, dont kaysiao whack each other till one got injured. Till now I still don't understand why must 2 people of the same school fight with each other. Takde kick ar babe! Nak cheer pun tak tau macam mane. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 5 days and I'm still sick. *cough cough* *sneeze sneeze* oh dear. Please pray for my speed recovery because I so want to jalan-jalan and shopping but I don't have money. Somebody sponsor me please &amp; i'll buy you happy meal ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this event coming up for MCG family and I'm selected to be part of the commitee. hoho! The best part is I'm in welfare group &amp; so do hunny bunny(idk why his name so sesat ade kat dlm list. haha!). Macam paham2 ajek aku suke makan. Oh greatness lah people! Can go jalan2 cari makan sambil itu makan sekali janji jangan abis makanan sudahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baiklah kaum muslimin dan muslimat&lt;br /&gt;hadirin dan hadirat&lt;br /&gt;tuan tuan dan puan puan&lt;br /&gt;orang kecik dan orang besar&lt;br /&gt;saya sudah penat&lt;br /&gt;sampai disini ajek cerita dari saya&lt;br /&gt;hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tags replied*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atiqah: awww gerl..we all had..demoralising grades..we'll make it thru aite! if not there always a career in Gamelan..heheh.. anyways u always have a KPO face...love u loads..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;  mohohoho! yes woman! we'll make it thru! haha! eh cann...aku main gamelan one day kat london kau datang tgk lah eh k? haha! &amp;amp; oi i dont always have kpo face! love u too minahji!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eza: susu, there's ur fren is at my blog.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah yelah! sejak bile monyet kawan aku tu?? haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fana: eh abg johnny! ni fana, kwn shuk tu la. ape kaba?? da lame tk nmpk. eh matair awk manis la seh. haha, yes suhaila, u're sweet. =) salam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abang johnny: khabar baik. nanti satu hari nampak jugak lah tu. memang matair saya manis like gula gula. enak dimakan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;susu: aww! kamu pun sungguh sweet pasal puji saya sweet. hahaha! ws!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barney: cheychey zebra.. boleh joing ur friends for bahas lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha! biasa arr....kata zebra. bobal mestilah mcm zebra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eza: asal ek bahasa baku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku kan melayu sejati. mestilah bahasa baku. ada paham? hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berlinda: susu.. miss u muchhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aww...i miss u too lah babe! noong time no see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuNz_: susu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes yunz..............................haha! aku nye dot lagi panjang arr..nak challenge? haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abangjohnny: assalammu'alaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wa'alaikummusalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;br /&gt;psst, pics uploaded in later post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-4916684544551108875?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/4916684544551108875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=4916684544551108875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4916684544551108875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4916684544551108875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/06/cikgu-suka-main-bola-hari-hari-cikgu.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-5362747999123318265</id><published>2007-06-02T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:07:51.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hari ini saya bangun pagi2. Bangun pagi2 kejutkan suami saya, eh salah matJOHNNY saya. Dia ada perkemahan di sekolah tetapi boleh relek2 bangun lambat. Tidak habis-habis mengharapkan sang isteri untuk mengejutkannya. Ingat isterinya itu alarm jam die kapa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setelahh itu saya kembali tidur kerana tidak tahan kesakitan yang saya tanggung. Saya dijangkit oleh kawan saya sebab itu saya sakit deman, hingus dan sakit tekak tapi bukan loya. Saya tidak pregnant. Oleh kerana saya sakit, sungguh sedihnya saya tidak dapat mengikut teman-teman saya berjuang di dalam pertandingan silat. Akan tetapi saya mendoakan kesejahteraan mereka dan moga-moga mereka dapat kickass sama opponent mereka. Tidak bagi chan punya. Insya'allah besok saya akan pergi ke NUS dan memberi sokongan saya dengan pekikkan saya yang ramai orang suka meniru. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semalam, saya rasa amat berpuas hati kerana dapat menjawab hampir kesemua soalan yang dikemukakan. Alhamdullilah berkat doa ibu dan bapa saya dan sesiapa yang mendoakan saya dan juga ke-hardworking saya, ujian Anatomi dan Sikologi berjalan dengan lancar sekali walaupun ada satu dua soalan yang saya stuck. Terima kasih kepada teman-teman, sahabat handai dan abang johnny kerana memberi sokongan dan motivasi kepada saya untuk menguatkan diri sendiri dalam mengharungi lautan dan hutan yang penuh dengan cabaran dan dugaan. Sesungguhnya saya tidak akan patah semangat dan akan terus berusaha menaik ke puncak gunung everest. terima kasih banyak-banyak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;psstt! dedikasi ini khas untuk teman perjuangan saya, eza dan rakan-rakannya yang akan bertanding dalam Bahas 4PM. Semoga kalian dapat clear round hari ini dan dapat masuk ke finals. Kamu semua dapat sokongan dari saya dan teman-teman yang lain. Insya'allah kamu boleh membuktikan kepada semua walaupun politeknik republik masih muda dan anggun, kita setanding dengan institusi yang lain. amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahahahaha! i know you guys must be wondering why in the world am i writting in malay. well u see, eversince my last higher malay paper, i hardly speak/write in proper malay sentence. What more in RP, everyday presentation is in english and more than 3/4 of my classmates for the past 2 sem and current one are of other race. Even with my malay friends I don't really speak in full malay. All rojak. Most of the bombastic malay words that I once knew seems alien to me now. A pang of regret hit me. I believe one should never forget his/her roots and there's nothing to be shy of our own culture and language. In fact, we should be proud that we're born as a malay. I am proud to be a malay though not really pure malay. It's not a crime to be a malay but truth to be told, so many malays out there who are too embarass to get themselves associated with their own race. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People enlighten me please. tell me why do u hate ur own race. are u not proud of who you are. Is it because of the few bunch of people who have no self respect for themselves, causing havoc everywhere and in turn create a bad impression of malay to other races? And that's why you're too embarassed to admit urself a malay because you don't want to be shunt by others? And u blame those 'holigoons' for what happen to you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These people who wants to act angmoh and all, to me, are very contradicting people. They keep saying 'aiyah normal lah malay like this, like that, that's why i don't like my own race.' Whatever lah eh. You like telling other races the negative stuff about your own race but funny thing is, you did next to nothing to help your race. What talking you. You blame others for creating bad impression but look at yourself. Are u doing anything to bring our community to greater heights and stop the bad impression? Hell no. You're creating an even bigger bad impression. To you it may be something to be proud of but in the face of the other races, it just reflects what a dumb person you really are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT is the problem in our own society. We like to blame everything else except ourselves, living in denial. We like to criticize our own race but we did nothing to improve on it. We don't like to be criticized but yet at the same time, we've done nothing to prove them wrong. It's all talk but no action. Malays have been given so many privileges from time to time but sadly, only a handful make full use of it. We are given free education from primary one up till ite/jc but we did not utilise it fully. There're so many people out there who are thirsty of education but they are not given the opportunity. We should be thankful that we're provided with everything we need to be successful. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't despise ite students but i despise people who drop out of school due to whatever reasons they have(especially the most cliche one 'dah malas nak pegang buku'. pikir klakar kape) and then make alot of babies which after that ask for help from people saying we should help each other in the community. Bullshit lar. These people are what i call the ingrates. So what if u have family problems, so what if u lack of money, so what if u need to stop school and work for the family. All these are just minor obstacles in life and you're already giving up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see these things are like a cycle. Uneducated parents face with financial difficulties give birth to many babies -&gt; children not educated properly by parents -&gt; teenagers face obstacles and then influenced by peer pressure -&gt; lose interest in education -&gt; turn to working life -&gt; young age, not highly educated, not financially stable, got married -&gt; give birth to many babies...and the cyle goes on and on and on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody have problems, everybody have obstacles in life but what makes the difference is how willing are you to break that cycle, get out of it and give yourself a chance to create a better life for yourself, your family and your future children. Many are trap in this cycle but choose to remain there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we don't like to be look down upon and being scrutinized at almost everything, then the more we should prove them wrong. Buktikan bahawa budak melayu pun pandai seperti bangsa asing. Bahawa kita pun boleh sama-sama bergerak maju kehadapan bukan ditindas oleh meraka. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k dah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;selamat petang!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoho!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071344292329132706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmEIw8X7kqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KOY2_wdEOts/s320/DSC01793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;suhaiLa.&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/21809778-5362747999123318265?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/5362747999123318265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=5362747999123318265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5362747999123318265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5362747999123318265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/06/hari-ini-saya-bangun-pagi2.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RmEIw8X7kqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KOY2_wdEOts/s72-c/DSC01793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2131403704997836451</id><published>2007-05-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:20:17.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;F for Applied Chem ut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Splitting headache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep deprived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tough Biochem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A&amp;P UT 2 is coming round the corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing craving for paddlepop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all things that ever happen to me, WHY IN THE WORLD MUST I GET F GRADE FOR APPLIED CHEM!!!!!! AND IT'S 0/30 SOMEMORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel dumb but at the same time i know i'm smart. people tell me again why did apply for biomed diploma???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: i actually cried like a baby when i saw my 0/30. tsk! sungguh malu dot com lar seh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i suppose there's always a first in everything. &amp;amp; getting a 0 will be my first and last. i sungguh swear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, moving on for today. The lesson is relatively easy but mind boogling. It challenges ones mind to think deeper rather than just see it on the surface level. The chemical terms especially never fails to confuse me but now i'm getting the hang of it. weeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp; according to the faci, to get As for UT is to revise for the day's lesson and make notes and at the same time do research urself and not just depend on the ppt slides. Did i just use more than 2 'and's in my sentence? pfft! So yah, she did has a point there. I'm trying to do that but in the end, look at what I'm doing now. Wasting my ATP on blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So since my atp(s) have been 'fruitfully' used up, i'm off to bed. good nite people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: ATIQAH! i still want to know why in the world did u go to bukit timah. *kepo face* hahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070018100917408402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RlxSmcX7kpI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mWWtRGoLqcE/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-2131403704997836451?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2131403704997836451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2131403704997836451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2131403704997836451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2131403704997836451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/05/f-for-applied-chem-ut.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RlxSmcX7kpI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mWWtRGoLqcE/s72-c/IMG_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-8168426473118023441</id><published>2007-05-28T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T00:57:37.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE 28 WORDS FOR YOU.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASRI IS SOOOO CUTEEE THATT ALLL HUMANS BY THE FULL NAMEEE OF&lt;br /&gt;NUR 'ASRI BIN AGUS BIN BUANG BIN SAREH MELT BY THE CUTE LOOK OF ASRI'S FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A WHATEVER / ANYTHING DRINK............ NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone can stop me toking nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abang Johnny-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-8168426473118023441?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/8168426473118023441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=8168426473118023441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8168426473118023441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8168426473118023441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-28-words-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-5261124777323616870</id><published>2007-05-27T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:44:59.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;50 bucks for 4 session of pure pressure, heart pain, stress and boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tell me issit worth my time and energy? pfft! I don't really like teaching but it's not like as if I have much choice because I'm in need of money. grr! If it's not because of money I wouldn't have bother to teach her. She's slow lah! Not to mention very careless! I feel like smacking her head at times. I know different people have different dynamics in learning as quoted by hafiz but I'm so used to learning at fast pace that I can't take the slowness. No, i'm not bragging but i feel abit irritated. hehe! &amp; I realised my sis can't grasp my short cut methods which i find very reliable and use lesser time. I suppose I should slow down. tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anypoops, I got a C for A&amp;amp;P UT 1. Oh what a great way to end my 'GREAT' Sunday. It's demoralising to know my classmates got B+ when I only get a C. Oh my, I wonder if there's something wrong with the way I learn or my classmates just happen to be a bunch of smart plus studious plus hardworking people. I think the second option would be the better answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 week to holiday and I'm already in holiday mood. tsk! that's bad. fri's A&amp;P 2nd UT. Must study!! Asmin, Mary, Tiqah we study together lah kkkk??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok goodnite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**fun fact; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My sort to the dot friend, Atiqah and my crazy slenger cousin, Junaida, agree that I'm crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Atiqah actually do research on GAMELAN because she's TOO EXCITED to learn how to play the instruments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I don't know why but I'm excited to come for gamelan ig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I have 4 igs and I wonder how am i gonna juggle all that 4 plus school. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Asri didn't wanna come to school because he misplaced his npcc attendance sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I'm suppose to be studying but I got side-tracked. yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to my dearest di,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really doesn't matter if the person who hurt you or the person you love deserves to be forgiven. Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself. You have things to do and you want to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong. - Mahatma Ghandi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069264922567479890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RlmllsX7klI/AAAAAAAAATk/4jpgLxsdxvU/s320/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-5261124777323616870?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/5261124777323616870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=5261124777323616870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5261124777323616870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5261124777323616870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/05/50-bucks-for-4-session-of-pure-pressure.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RlmllsX7klI/AAAAAAAAATk/4jpgLxsdxvU/s72-c/DSC00570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-4790291201932504620</id><published>2007-05-25T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:38:41.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money oh money. where art thou?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rlb9z8X7kjI/AAAAAAAAATU/LXHeyjZSOzg/s1600-h/money.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068517499473728050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rlb9z8X7kjI/AAAAAAAAATU/LXHeyjZSOzg/s320/money.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If only I can carry money just like that, I'll be on cloud 9. Or maybe cloud 10. haha! I'm so deprived of money now. How I wish money would drop from the sky or sth though I know that is so fantasy. haha! To add salt to the wound, the GSS is around the corner what is GSS without some shopping. Alast, I have no money for this season. hoho! nevermind! I shall save save and save! weee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know I hate RJ(s) that ask stupid questions. Like "How helpful are your team mates in aiding you in today's lesson?" or "What are some of the weaknesses that you feel you can improve on?" or like today's RJ, "What did you enjoy most in today's lesson?" I find them irrelevant and redundant. &amp; they irritate the hell out of me. It's always these kind of questions that got my mind blank for an hour and in the end the sweet boyfriend did my rj for me in less than half and hour. hehe! That's the advantage of having a boyfriend who love you very much and willing to do rj for u, not to mention a pro in english. hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of which, the boyfriend's LIL sis is soo insane to the max lah. hahaha! She talk crap like there's no tomorrow. &amp;amp; she just call me bob. hahaha! BOB OR WHATT??!! Nvm lah...let's wish her all the best ah since she's just been killed by black tudung and blue t-shirt girl. haha! may u rest in peace woman!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anypoops, today the whole class when crazy with popping balloons and spraying the dunnoe what thing. The room is soo erm filled with the spray stuff that I think the auntie cleaner gonna complain lar sehh. haha! But nvm lah. It's Raymond's 18th Bdae so it's an exception. haha! It was hilarious to see him screaming and trembling when everyone else pop the balloon cause the bdae boy is scared of balloons. hahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So HAPPY 18TH BALLOONY BIRTHDAY RAYMOND!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;IVP's competition is in a weeks time so I'd like to take this opportunity to wish the best of luck to my selatrans. May you guys bring glory to the school and show what selatrans are truly make of. May we acheive 5 gold medals this year and be Team of the Year aite people! GO SELATRA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068538342950015554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RlcQxMX7kkI/AAAAAAAAATc/3T0E1qLc5Og/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;suhaiLa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-4790291201932504620?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/4790291201932504620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=4790291201932504620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4790291201932504620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4790291201932504620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-only-i-can-carry-money-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rlb9z8X7kjI/AAAAAAAAATU/LXHeyjZSOzg/s72-c/money.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-871543306163537746</id><published>2007-05-23T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:41:06.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>17th May 2006, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;A day where all my hopes and dreams crashed to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Being soo much in love with her but at the same time being such a foolish boyfriend, i threw a dagger into her fragile heart, hurting her deeply.&lt;br /&gt;She asked for a separation.&lt;br /&gt;I respected her decision despite counter arguments and she stood by her decision.&lt;br /&gt;I was devastated. I was truly saddened. I hated my attitude and regretted what i have done to her.&lt;br /&gt;It was a stupid mistake i could avoid but ego overcame the better of me and the unthinkable happened.&lt;br /&gt;She said she wont be having any relationships for the next six months despite her loving me still.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to talk things out with her, trying to woo her back into a relationship but she's just being very afraid to get hurt again and she wont want to commit into any for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to be contented with that.&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken with my own actions, i walked in the valley of darkness alone, with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;In private, tears flowed onto my cheeks while i kept saying, "Baby. I am truly very sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd May 2006. Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those typical days in school, typical one problem one day scenario.&lt;br /&gt;She never came to school cuz she's very very sleepy. The reason?&lt;br /&gt;The both of us talked over the phone from 12am to 4am.&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the conversation, i avoided talking about going back into a relationship with her cuz i know, that's a touchy topic.&lt;br /&gt;I just be my normal self and crap.&lt;br /&gt;and crap and crap and crap.&lt;br /&gt;Talking crap is part of me and i just be my normal self.&lt;br /&gt;She laughed alot and the conversation was a healthy, very funny one. (Bestpren??) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I still went to skul despite sleeping for only 2 hours and she was too sleepy to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Skul ended a little past four and i was preparing to go to my aeromodelling training session when a thought struck my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to settle things with her and i decided to bring her out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;We met and i thought of having dinner with her at LJS but we ended up going to Vivocity, hand in hand like a loving couple, and had our dinner at Earle Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;Expensive u might think?&lt;br /&gt;To her, i dont think she'll say that cuz.&lt;br /&gt;Im the one who's treating her for dinner. :-D&lt;br /&gt;And so we were ushered to the table which overlooked the Sentosa Island.&lt;br /&gt;Time checked in: 1830hrs&lt;br /&gt;We had a preetty "tough" time decided which of the various mouth-watering delicacies will we savour and we ended up ordering: - 1 Golden Shrimp - 1 Ice Cream Fondue - 1 Chicken Baked Rice (for 2)&lt;br /&gt;After ordering, we took pictures and crap again. Then took pictures and crap again.&lt;br /&gt;Then came an idea. I have always knew that she loved surprises. So i decided to surprise her.&lt;br /&gt;I acted as if i wanted to go to the washroom but i went to see the Restaurant Manager instead and asked him to serve a delicious white chocolate topping with strawberry and chocolate ice cream slice cake with a candle on top so that "i can surprise my girlfriend".&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the RM for making it possible.&lt;br /&gt;He went up personally to our table and, with the flame flickering on top of the candle on the slice cake, he wished her a "Happy Birthday". Hahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday, i would say.&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS TOTALLY TAKEN ABACK.&lt;br /&gt;I thanked the RM and sang her a belated bday song.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet huh? Nahhhhh. I think, "it's verrrryyyy sweeetttt of you". that's what she said. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner finally came amidst the perfect backdrop of the sun setting to the West of Sentosa, with its last rays of orange light making the ambience and environment in the restaurant ever just soo perfect for a romantic dinner.&lt;br /&gt;We ate and talked about marriage, ate and talked about kids, ate and talked about the future, ate and talked about our pasts, ate and talked, ate and talked.&lt;br /&gt;After having the ever soo delicious baked rice and ice cream fondue dessert, i asked for the bill and signed using my credit card.&lt;br /&gt;Time checked out: 2030hrs.&lt;br /&gt;So we've been in the restaurant for 2 hours. Hahahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;We walked out of the main building and sat down, and she told me she's back with me.&lt;br /&gt;That means, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we're back in a relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The sign: She gave me her Levi's watch as that means she wants me to remember her every second of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. I was star-struck. I didnt knew what to say.&lt;br /&gt;My reply was the tears of joy that flowed down my cheeks. Yah yah, tears yet again asri.&lt;br /&gt;We then had a romantic conversation.&lt;br /&gt;We conveyed our deepest love to each other while our hands intertwined with her head resting on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;The sky was dark, but the stars and the shades of light from Sentosa's Merlion added a little sparkle to the otherwise black sky.&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the air. Back again.&lt;br /&gt;She really love me soo much.&lt;br /&gt;And i really love her soo much.&lt;br /&gt;She's my one and only.&lt;br /&gt;And im her one and only.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very tired, we decided to book a cab and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Cupid had struck. yet again.&lt;br /&gt;We're in love. yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Soo much.&lt;br /&gt;and i vowed to not let history repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;cuz she knew, i want to be with her for as long as i can.&lt;br /&gt;in other words, i want to marry her. (a little bit to early to talk abt it? Nahhhh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let the pictures do the talking now.&lt;br /&gt;so sit back, relax and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-871543306163537746?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/871543306163537746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=871543306163537746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/871543306163537746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/871543306163537746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/05/17th-may-2006-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-8503349644152190364</id><published>2007-05-23T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:37:46.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RlR7nMX7keI/AAAAAAAAASs/rxvU6YFdhnk/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067811393965363682" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RlR7u8X7khI/AAAAAAAAATE/sORLS9C1-Rg/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RlR7xMX7kiI/AAAAAAAAATM/SfrwYOeNR84/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067811565764055586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RlR7xMX7kiI/AAAAAAAAATM/SfrwYOeNR84/s320/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/21809778-8503349644152190364?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/8503349644152190364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=8503349644152190364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8503349644152190364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8503349644152190364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RlR7nMX7keI/AAAAAAAAASs/rxvU6YFdhnk/s72-c/DSC00564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1876936150577688804</id><published>2007-05-21T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T22:29:26.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>asri&lt;br /&gt;a final chance is what you asked for&lt;br /&gt;to change to be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no&lt;br /&gt;I can't say yes&lt;br /&gt;i need the assurance to know&lt;br /&gt;that you won't hurt me again&lt;br /&gt;that i won't teared again&lt;br /&gt;that words are not just words&lt;br /&gt;that you mean what you say&lt;br /&gt;Time is all i need now&lt;br /&gt;because boy&lt;br /&gt;I need to mend my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if you were to say that one day&lt;br /&gt;i might be with another guy&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is&lt;br /&gt;the pasts were memories&lt;br /&gt;the present are ours to live by&lt;br /&gt;and future is in the hands of Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let just now be the last time i weep for you and for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;torn between two hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wonder if i'll ever make the right decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhaiLa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-1876936150577688804?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1876936150577688804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1876936150577688804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1876936150577688804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1876936150577688804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/05/asri-final-chance-is-what-you-asked-for.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2083934320936269210</id><published>2007-05-20T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:06:11.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rounds of shopping clearly make me a HAPPY KID but at the same time a BROKE KID. I'm so blardy broke. I tried to resist using money from my bank but I suppose I'm a girl afterall. &amp; a girl has little self control when it comes to shopping and money. hehehehe! Pray mom won't ask me where the 50 bucks gone to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find my interest span is pretty short. Way too short. Too short that sometimes it scares the shit out of me. &amp;amp; i'm undecisive. plus fickle-minded. I like something but it usually didn't last for more than a period of time. I decide on something but along the way I began to doubt my decision. I choose something but somehow I changed my mind afterwards. And why am i telling all this? Because i want to say that it is HARD to be ME. hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;be&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised I had not been updating my blog on daily basis. That's a sign. A sign that i'm losing interest in giving readers' the entertainment of reading my thoughts, my life. Oh wells, like there's anyone reading, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MCG welcome tea party is uber awesome and fun fun fun! weee! haha! The foods were well erm...nice lah...considering the fact that I've been eating that kinda food for the past 1 yr in school. haha! shall let the pics do the talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066528143636664562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rk_sgMX7kPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/M2XN8toZB2M/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066530076371947842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rk_uQsX7kUI/AAAAAAAAARc/dy2yT8_fXFc/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066530084961882450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rk_uRMX7kVI/AAAAAAAAARk/eEKNKdckja0/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066528156521566466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rk_sg8X7kQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5sRPSZNRccU/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066528165111501090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rk_shcX7kSI/AAAAAAAAARM/dViYQbgWCOc/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066530089256849762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rk_uRcX7kWI/AAAAAAAAARs/8S_84FWV2cw/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066528173701435698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rk_sh8X7kTI/AAAAAAAAARU/VKgxs-DeYDg/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066530097846784370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rk_uR8X7kXI/AAAAAAAAAR0/-9wqSk76C5Q/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066528160816533778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rk_shMX7kRI/AAAAAAAAARE/9Cgtv3h5FYU/s320/DSC_3844_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066530110731686274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rk_uSsX7kYI/AAAAAAAAAR8/7Yv1FMaHMNA/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SuhaiLa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think i'm beginning to appreciate my name better. hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; my name means 'Smooth, soft, fluent, flowing' -sudairy.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-2083934320936269210?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2083934320936269210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2083934320936269210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2083934320936269210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2083934320936269210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/05/rounds-of-shopping-clearly-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rk_sgMX7kPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/M2XN8toZB2M/s72-c/IMG_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-9099346393659190776</id><published>2007-05-08T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T22:04:06.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bad tummyache + Boredom + Mood Swing + Horrible UT = Grumpy Susu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT! im still a happy kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062185187491894034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RkB-m3-y0xI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9lcKycjDf4E/s320/IMG_6286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im still feeling grumpy though. and i almost get mad at asri for absolutely no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*breathe in...breathe out* The whole day Asri was being such a sweet minus the part I still had to buy the drinks for him and me. I spent my time doodling on his AB + BC + AC paper cause I was bored like hell. &amp; listening to stupid songs. Like the UEFA champion song. Worst still, Hun and Naz crooned to that song ever so patrioticly but it was terrible because they dont even know how to sing it. -.- I almost thought I've turn partially deaf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anatomy &amp;amp; physiology UT was a TSK! 4 essay questions and 30 mins. I'm like racing against time and at the same time making sure I've answered the questions correctly. The pressure, the intensity and the stomachache. It was a torture. It was hell. &amp; there's 2 more UT to go for this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a day of hell, nothing beats more than resting ones body on the bed. &amp;amp; I dread the distance to walk from school to woodlands interchange and then take the mrt to Yew Tee and then walk back home. So surprisingly, the boyfriend agreed to take cab home. hohoho! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tummy's killing me! pfft!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-9099346393659190776?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/9099346393659190776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=9099346393659190776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/9099346393659190776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/9099346393659190776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/05/bad-tummyache-boredom-mood-swing.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RkB-m3-y0xI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9lcKycjDf4E/s72-c/IMG_6286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2804158838735337900</id><published>2007-05-07T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:51:47.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rj8833-y0wI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nSvzeV37_cc/s1600-h/IMG_0061_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061831436805526274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rj8833-y0wI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nSvzeV37_cc/s320/IMG_0061_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the 'create post' page on blogger has some sort of magical effect on me that whenever Im on the page, inspirations run dry and my mind go blank in a snap. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; earpiece that penetrates deep into my ears turn me partially deaf but there's no song playing. ah random random random.&lt;br /&gt;btw my mp3 just DIED on me. but im okay after gobbling up 2 bananas. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i should be completing my evaluation and reflection journal AND studying for tomorrow's Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology UT but instead, i'm typing this just so to squeeze something out from my brain and post an entry after centuries of gone missing. It's not like as if there's nothing going on in my life. Alot actually but I'm far too busy to tell the whole world every single detail to the last fullstop. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when I have the opportunity to write about it, I don't know where to start. pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend. Bestie. and whatnots. That tittle has long gone from my dictionary and I never really like to use that word on anyone. To me, that tittle carry along a greater commitment and responsibility that sometimes petrified me. At times I do wonder what's the difference between close friends, sisters and bestfriends. Aint they all the same? Someone/people who will be there for you or atleast tried to be there for you when you're down or sth. Does the term bestfriend signifies anything? mean anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a tittle but yet people who use that find themselves entangled into fights, misunderstandings, high expectations with the other party. Because people think bestfriends are the one who SHOULD be there for you ALL the time and if they don't, they don't fit in that 'bestfriend' criteria. &amp;amp; you can't have a lot of bestfriends. It's this norm that I find rather ridiculous because each one of us have our own lifes to think about and other more important stuff to attend to. haha! The mind of a growing teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do have my fair share of having bestfriends but didn't really last. I used to get bitter whenever girls around me call each other bestfriends and stuff. haha! primary school marhhh. It wasn't until the fight that got me phobia of that word and anything that got to do with it. So no matter how close I am with a person, you’ll never hear me addressing that person as my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i never had any bestfriends since sec 4. BUT, I have lovely girlfriends who were there for me whenever I need them. So bestfriend or no bestfriend, heck with that. Just so long imma happy kid. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i just realise there's a tiny pimple ready to pop out from the mother's womb...er i mean the pores ON MY NOSE LAHHHH!!! thank you very the much to the fat boyfriend for toying with my nose for the past few days. The germs and bacteria on his hands have successfully enter the pores on my nose and accumulate resulting to this PIMPLE. MY GOD!! ASRI!! YOU ARE SO DEAD LAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;u think my nose FUNFAIR issit????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound very the bimbo but I LIKE MY NOSE VERY THE NICE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i know he's just gonna laugh his head off and will simply say 'u're still cute baby'&lt;br /&gt;yah whatever lah eh. it's my nose we're talking about here hokeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skip English class so that I can study but till now, I’m very much distracted with blogging, friendster-ing, chatting, listening and all the INGS.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Study study study!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Susu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/21809778-2804158838735337900?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2804158838735337900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2804158838735337900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2804158838735337900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2804158838735337900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-create-post-page-on-blogger-has.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rj8833-y0wI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nSvzeV37_cc/s72-c/IMG_0061_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-6266180077539384557</id><published>2007-04-26T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:07:24.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just reading about the Singaporean dream, living the Singaporean life. Hitting the Singaporean target. Enjoying life as a Singaporean. In any case, what i'm trying to say is the coveted 5Cs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASH, CAR, CREDIT CARD, CONDOMINIUM, COUNTRY CLUB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people would also add in a few Cs like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAREER, CHILDREN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a Mercedes sports car parked at the carpark behind my block while on the way to school one day. upon closer look at its windscreen, there are stickers that indicates the driver is a member of a number of country clubs in Singapore, namely Raffles, Marina and Orchid country clubs. and i began to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the driver might have already accomplished most of the Singaporean dream, perhaps all if he stayed in a condominium. To buy a Mercedes Benz sports car, u have to earn at least 3-4K per month, and that qualifies u to have a credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching 20 at the end of the year, and graduating from RP in less than two years, i began to map out what i want to do after my National Service. i have always want to be a pilot. an airline pilot to be exact. i would go for a fighter pilot position as a second choice, if only the RSAF isn't BIASED towards the Malay community. being an airline pilot, i would no doubt have accomplished most of the Singaporean dream, though i would rather substitute COUNTRY CLUBS with CAREER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have the CASH, as new pilots earned between $4000/mth to $8000/mth depending on seniority and aircraft type. with that amount of salary, i can buy a CAR. obviously, i can sign up for any CREDIT CARD as most credit cards require the user to have a minimum annual income of $30,000. having a great CAREER in the aviation industry, i can travel the world for free, though im responsible for the lives of hundreds of passengers in my hands. having already achieved the CASH, CAR, CREDIT CARD and CAREER category, i'll then look at the CONDOMINIUM and CHILDREN categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, honestly, i would want to live in a condominium as there are alot of facilities given to the residents for free under one roof. but upon thinking twice, i would rather live in a HDB flat as it has larger rooms as compared to a condominium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about the CHILDREN category, i'm still not prepared to have them as i want to BE AN AIRLINE PILOT FIRST before settling down and starting a family. and to be an airline pilot, i'll have to have at least some years of working experience and i'd want to get a bachelor of engineering from a local or overseas university first before working to gain experience prior to joining an airline. so, u can estimate when i'll be able to settle down to start a family, considering the fact that i'll finish my NS when im 24 years old. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout my whole life, i will always remember the final C, COFFIN. this is where i will meet death. i don't know when. it'll be anytime. only God knows. but i've to be prepared for the afterlife. i have to pray to God, do good deeds and such. i want to be a good guy. a good man. a good husband. a good father. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end it all, being a Singaporean is tough. the lifestyle here is very high and very fast too. and to achieve most of the Cs as being said above would require years of hard work and perseverance. and confidence too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are my 5Cs that i'm aiming for in the future:&lt;br /&gt;CASH, CAR, CREDIT CARD, CONDOMINIUM, CAREER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck, and God speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abang Johnny-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-6266180077539384557?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/6266180077539384557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=6266180077539384557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6266180077539384557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6266180077539384557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-just-reading-about-singaporean.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-7936822112293504656</id><published>2007-04-25T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:56:20.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m effing tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Silat, school and night class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wed's my only consolation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a free day for year 2 and 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But even that, I'm still worn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bruised knees and aching body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still a happy susu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I'm in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I truly am in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm surrounded by people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;who love me for who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For once, everything seems to be going on well for the family. I just hope it stays as that. I don't want another episode of curses and screamings. An episode without a mother, cold food, take outs, sleepless nights, teary eyes, low self esteem, piles of household chores, squabblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not now. Not when I'm finally getting serious in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God. Please let me be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Susu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-7936822112293504656?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/7936822112293504656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=7936822112293504656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7936822112293504656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7936822112293504656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-m-effing-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-5864910837785633644</id><published>2007-04-22T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:36:47.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>black skinny jeans and 2 girlfriends rock my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a week of school and I'm already feeling so dead and beat. But! Black skinny jeans and my 2 darlings saved my ass! Yes like finally after weeks of contemplating, I bought a pair of it. Ahhh...a load off my mine. hahaha! And like usual, I spend more than I should be. hahahahaha! I'm broke. period. till wednesday and im 100 bucks richer again. weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rounds of shopping, met the girlfriends, Dee and Fyra, and pampered our tastebuds at Breeks. It's like practically a month since we last saw each other...okay except  dee whom i met for a while to pass her jeans and getting my tunic from her. Though there's only 3 of us, we still rock the whole of Singapore. hahaha! k bedek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Dee her belated pressie and I love it when she love it. She needs more blue in her wardrobe lah! Fyra is still as kecoh as mcm biasa. I'd love to post all the pictures that we took but till now i couldn't receive the pics so anything just read dee's blog. She always had the full version whereas for me, Im abit too lazy to write everything.&lt;br /&gt;So we talked about everything, from school to girlfriends to boys. From Fyra's friendship problems to Dee's jc problem to Susu's new set of friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, they made my day and Imma happy Susu. I love them to bits. muackz muackz! eventhough they make me feel short but still...IM CUTER THAN THEM. hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;k dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow back to school so people lets pray my week will be a breeze without hiccups in between yeah? Ok GOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Susu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-5864910837785633644?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/5864910837785633644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=5864910837785633644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5864910837785633644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5864910837785633644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/04/black-skinny-jeans-and-2-girlfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-7640825101795371683</id><published>2007-04-18T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:26:12.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been a while. Yeah. I've been busy with some stuffs that i had not the time to blog. Anyways. Blogging is just another informative centre of one's life; to be told to the public so i don't think it's very important for me to pen down everyday on what's going on in my life. once in a week or two, can lah. or perhaps twice in a week. dats the max laaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been quite a nice and happy weekend for me. and a sad one too. okayyy. i'd begin wit the happy one. i'm very happy cuz i received a pay rise due to my outstanding performance while at work. i got a performance appraisal that states my customer service is outstanding! hahas. congrats asri! but i ain't gonna have my ass on Cloud 9 for long cuz i still want to improve my service to the customers and make them coming back to the restaurant for the excellent service, and excellent food too. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend was a sad one too as one of my relative; if im not wrong, according to my family's family tree, the relation would be my father's cousin son-in-law. and he passed away in the wee hours of saturday morning. if u have been reading the news over the past few days, u might have read about the crash of a Police Coast Guard speedboat and an illegal immigrant's one. Station Inspector Allahyarham Muhd Khalid Mohamed is my relative. He and another officer, Staff Sergeant Heah Khim Han died when their speedboat they're on crashed onto an illegal immigrant's one after chasing them along the waters of Tuas. The other PCG speedboat who are chasing the illegal immigrants too, are safe. SI Khalid left behind a 30 year old wife and 2 daughters, aged 4 and 2. His wife is currently 5 months pregnant. Allahyarham received full police honours at his funeral that my father attended last Saturday and his wife received his PCG beret and the Singapore flag. I'm both proud and sad as SI Khalid sacrificed his life in the line of duty to protect his country. He was promoted posthumously to the rank of Senior Station Inspector as a sign of respect by his superiors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innaillahhi Wainnaillahhi Rojiuun.&lt;br /&gt;From Him we come, and to Him we will return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Senior Station Inspector Muhd Khalid Mohamed rest in peace and may Allah put him in Heaven. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school as a second year student in Republic Polytechnic was way sooo fun. Why? Cuz the module that i had on the first day, i have already taken it and sat for the exam and got an A for it during my ITE days. Though ive to admit that the Digital Electronics module in polytechnics is a little bit more advanced as compared to ITE, the basics are there. i scored an A for the basics which comprises of things such as number systems, gates, counters, flip-flops, and such. and upon reading of the problem statement, i can honestly say that i knew the answer to the question. which means i already solved the problem by 9 in the morning! hehehe. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in which, i ended up spending the whole of the first day teaching my teammates and classmates on how to convert from one number system to another, using an easier method. those methods shown over the internet are too complicated for us students to understand laaa. hehehe. well. my aim is to score straight As for all the 16 problems and do well for the Understanding Tests and i hope to get a GPA of at least 3.8 for this DE module. u can do it Asri! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's module, Analogue Electronics, was also quite fun and challenging too as it requires us to observe the circuit, simplifying it and applying the concepts that we've learn. i got an A for Analogue Electronics too when i was then in ITE. hehehe. ITE played a huge role in my second year studies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ITE! I LOVE ITE! (ITE is the only educational institute in Singapore to receive the most's prestigious award awarded by the Singapore Government for excellence in education, business and such. Institute of Technical Education is now a certified world-class educational institute. Oh! I'm ever so proud! Errrrrmmm.... where's RP in the standings???? hehehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end it all, i have a couple of question for you people. It's not meant to be directed at anyone whatsoever and i apologise if anyone were to feel the pinch. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Why are girls always thinking on their emotions and feelings and not thinking **rationally when faced with a **dire situation?? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;**rational: governed by, or showing evidence of, clear and sensible thinking and judgement, based on reason rather than emotions or prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;**dire: characterized by severe or very serious or desperate circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Microsoft® Encarta® Reference Library 2005. © 1993-2004 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abang Johnny-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-7640825101795371683?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/7640825101795371683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=7640825101795371683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7640825101795371683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7640825101795371683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-has-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-4058432826917053234</id><published>2007-04-17T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T00:52:53.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am an arms dealer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fitting you with weapons in the form of words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And don't really care which side wins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As long as the room keeps singing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's just the business I'm in, yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-this ain't a scene, it's an arms race.falloutboy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I AM FEELING FREAKING STRESS HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes for the first time since i step into rp, i finally feel the stress-ness up to my neck. MMUUMMMYYY III WWWAAANNNTT TTOO GOO BBAACCKK YYEEAARR 1111!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's just the first day and i'm already stressing the shit out of myself. I feel so bloody tired. I know it's only one day and I'm making a big hoohaa. It's my blog damnit so shut up kid! Just let me type what I want. Not happy den SHOOOO!!! BYEE!! GRACIAS!! BLAH! SIAM!! CHOO KAI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's just so infuriating but yet at the same time intimidating that I'm already facing difficulties on my first day first lesson first module. For crying out loud, how the KUKU am I gonna SURVIVE this ordeal lahh!! PEOPLE! TELL ME? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dont worry people. im alright. chill. relax. just releasing this angst. mak kater tk baik simpan-simpan. mesti keluarkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*&amp;^*% *(&amp;amp;)(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;^%$@@#$"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp;^%$@@#$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;^&amp;**_*&amp;amp;@!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To digress a lil, I had a chat with my exprimaryschoolmate(unity pri),Rashid, just now about the people we know and what happen to them now. And then coincidentally, my exprimaryschoolmate(xingnan pri), Jawad, happens to be my classmate and only now then I realised. Funny I can still remember what class he was in in pri 1 and 2. hahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm gonna go shopping once i get my 100 ketol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IMMA HAPPY KID. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-4058432826917053234?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/4058432826917053234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=4058432826917053234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4058432826917053234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4058432826917053234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-arms-dealer-fitting-you-with.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-4251294905762996774</id><published>2007-04-15T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T19:59:35.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fly me to the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And let me play among the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let me see what spring is like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On jupitar and mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In other words, hold my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In other words darling kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fill my heart with song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let me sing forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You are all I long for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All I worship and adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In other words, please be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In other words, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently grooving to this song. Not that I'm feeling emo/jiwang or whatever, just love the tempo and the slow rythm. This song has effectively send me to dreamworld every single night without fail. So booboo to sleeping pills and whatnots. weee!! I LOVE Mr Asri!(so randomlah! haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And RP FOP ROCKS MY MUDDY FEET LAH!&lt;br /&gt;weee! Though SAS didn't won anything much to my expectation, we still rock lah! Why? CAUSE I SAID SO. hahaha! Although I still think pink should not be the SAS colour. And so many other agree to that, especially najibul. haha! I suppose he's an anti-pink like me.&lt;br /&gt;First day was pretty okay. And goodness gracious me, my group was soo quiet and non-hyper. Worst, 10 out of 14 just went off without telling me or najibul. And if they think the orientation was a bore, I dare say they are the boring ones. No matter how good an event can be, the fun comes from the people themself. They are really pathetic lah! Stupid people. We're better off without them. hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was much better than the first one. But still there's people going off. bleargh! I wonder if they are plain dumb or just no-fun. We had run the yard(amazing race) and I happy happy watch them got wet in the pool. hahaha! Jam &amp; Hop was cool and happening for the first part but after that people started to disperse. I think prolly the J-rock songs didn't appeal to the mass. Hyder, my good old friend, who played in that Japan oriented band, I still could not fathom his fetish towards jap stuff. AND his HAIR. haha! He has always been the one standing out from the rest in secondary school and last friday wasn't an exception. But I still salute that guy for being 'dare to be different'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to home base, we had our own club party with lights switched off and music blaring from the speakers. The SLs(student leaders) went round to shake hands with our juniors and saying thank you(s). Mind you there's like 500 plus students. I was thirsty by the time i reached the last few. But it's soothing to know how much this students appreciate us and the smiles plastered on their face plus the hugs from Marriots. It beats all the weariness in me. Shortly after that, I met Hun who was patiently waiting for me at RPC. Surprised that SEG went home early. haha! Hunny looked primary school-ish with that super short shorts of his. hahahaha! cuteness lah he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I wanna make a shout out to my darling 6yrs long girlfriend, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nurul Diyanah bte Misdi&lt;/span&gt; a HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY! Dah besar anak mak nie. haha! We shall make a trip to M18 movies soon okay girlfriend? Go update lah about ur celebration with Izz. I wanna know what you guys ate at Carousel for dinner! hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to ACAH: WOMAN! Why the hell is your picture so BIG? You want people to see how big ur eyes are izzit? hahahaha! you and ur nonsense greetings. just say all better lah! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;horny boyfriend! we're 10 months old! 2 more months and we'll be 1 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I NAAKKK SSHHOOOPPPIINNGGG!!&lt;br /&gt;haha! i feel very random lah today. that explains my randomness&lt;br /&gt;okdah bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Susu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-4251294905762996774?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/4251294905762996774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=4251294905762996774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4251294905762996774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4251294905762996774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/04/fly-me-to-moon-and-let-me-play-among.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-9064117927872758853</id><published>2007-04-10T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:10:30.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In less than a week, school's gonna start and I'm far than excited about it. I'm still in holiday mood lah seh! Ahhh....after the long 9 weeks break, I don't know if I can tune back to waking up early and trying to be punctual for class. Since year 1 Sem 2, punctual was never in my dictionary. The earliest I can be was 8.45am. So for year 2, I suppose it's time for me to start being punctual atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school would mean going through the old routine for another 6 months or so before the next short holi. *skola blom start dah pikir pasal the next holiday.* haha! ppts, research, breaks, brainfreeze, bodyfreeze, handfreeze, presentations...etc etc..so very the dreading lah! Just the thought of 'em make me wanna opt for a longer holiday. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a brighter note, I already know 4 people in my class. So ok go lah! Atleast on Day 1 I can talk talk without in between awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to add random stuff for fun. kambing and najibul will be my neighbours. nyamuk and nurimah will be on the same level same block. hunny will be on the block next to mine. solo(yr 1 sem 1 classmate) and edwin(yr 1 sem 2 classmate) will be my classmates AGAIN. Heira(acquaintance of mine) and Ain(the one i met at sas camp) will be my classmates too. Danial Syaiful(my 5 year long fren) will be my schoolmate. Fidah(sec school fren) will be my schoolmate. Azie oso will be my schoolmate. k dah. braindead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, thanks many many to hunny, I spent 60 bucks when I should be minimising my usage of money. Relek oni he tempt me to buy this that this that, using his mastercard some more. But in the end, I have to pay him back lah. :/ Oh wells, still imma happy girlfriend. Ahh!! I wanna shop and Topshop again lahs! Hun, MASTERCARD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051785830299820354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RhuMcnhfYUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YfDqKPUwNNc/s320/DSC00950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Susu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-9064117927872758853?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/9064117927872758853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=9064117927872758853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/9064117927872758853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/9064117927872758853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-less-than-week-schools-gonna-start.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RhuMcnhfYUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YfDqKPUwNNc/s72-c/DSC00950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-6582873860458920791</id><published>2007-04-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T01:26:26.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M FLYING JACK! I'M FLYING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole of today, i practically did nothing other than just staring everywhere. the girlfriend is having her school of applied science freshmen orientation camp which thus explains why my hp is unsually quiet today, and for the next three days too, as compared to other days when it'll vibrate with tones due to messages from the girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos. i did a flight from Senai Airport in Johor, Malaysia to Seletar Airport in Singapore earlier in the afternoon today in a Cessna 172SP Skyhawk which i dubbed, "The Baby". Traffic was preety smooth for a breezy afternoon. there were other planes parked at senai and seletar and en-route, the controllers didnt create any much of a din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot of levelling off at 1000 but, i think that's too low an altitude to come in to land when im on final at seletar. so upon taking off, i set my eyes at the 2000 mark in the altimeter. wind was 190 at 2 knots. visibility was excellent; i could see the malaysia's land stretching so far towards the horizon. cloud base? ahhhh... i think it's at 20,000? im not too sure, but the clouds were at 1/8 (i think), which makes today such a beautiful day for flying. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;levelling off at 2000, i was preeetty bored up there. with me alone in the cockpit and resisting the urge to make fun of the controllers due to strict restrictions, i decided to fly the baby solo. i did a circuit pattern; okay, not exactly a full pattern but from departure, i entered crosswind and make a turn to downwind before heading south-east to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than asking atc for clearance to transit into an airspace and the changing of frequencies, my headset was relatively quiet. i guess other pilots aren't too keen to create a conversation over the radio as compared to being in front of the person, which is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was about 10 miles south of senai when my flight following within the air traffic vicinity was terminated and the controller put me through to Singapore Approach. first thing that i saw from 2000 feet up; Tengah Air Base. hahahas! Home of the F-16 Fighting Falcons. i looked down and saw the ever-so-legendary Causeway! pretty runned down that causeway, i think both the governments should come up with a FEASIBLE solution to EASE the traffic congestion down there. pity those drivers man! too bad there's no "traffic jam" up here. hehehe. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singaporeans, take note. the country that ure currently residing is quite small. very small as compared to our nearest neighbour, malaysia. singapore is practically surrounded by waters larr! imagine a super-huge tsunami attacking us. huwallah-hu'alam-bi-sawab. only God knows what'll happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok now. still flying at 2000 feet with full flaps and this time, full throttle. at about 129 knots. with sembawang air base in sight at 45 degrees, i checked my gps and noticed that seletar airport was coming up at my 11 o'clock and i contacted seletar airport tower and told them i was coming in for a full stop landing. seeing sembawang air base already at my 8 o'clock, i initiated a turn to enter final to runway 3. i did my landing checklists before initiating the turn so in any case of emergency, i'd be somewhat prepared. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the papi was all white, so i trim the baby up a little, decrease my speed, have a nice 500 foot per minute descend rate and lowered the flaps to it's corresponding degrees. the papi changed to 3 whites and 1 red and it remained like that all the way till my main landing gear touched down on runway 3; not a bad landing i suppose, but not too good a landing too as i was abit off the runway centerline. hehehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i taxied off the runway, asked seletar ground for taxi to parking, proceeded to general aviation parking, parked the plane, shut down everything and whooosh! im off to have a quick dinner before heading to my math's night class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, im finally back at home! got to hit the sack now peeps. im getting sleepy. very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my love of flight is equivalent to my muchie much love to the girlfriend. gosh! i miss her sooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abang Johnny-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-6582873860458920791?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/6582873860458920791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=6582873860458920791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6582873860458920791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6582873860458920791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-whole-of-today-i-practically-did.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1661239881059929509</id><published>2007-03-31T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:45:12.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when was the last time I post up anything here? haha! Atleast that give hunny the chance to post as many as he wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so many things I want to type down here but I ran out of words. I want to photoshop-ed the pictures and just let them tell the story but I'm nuts at it. Till now I'm still trying but kept screwing it up. All those online tips, helps etc etc didn't work for me. I need HUMAN HELP. anyone? Or maybe I can go to the community centre and sign up for such workshops. haha! semangat. i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I'm kinda down with fever and I've been sleeping almost the whole day, which in turn create a side effect on my stomach, turning it to become like a tummy eating machine. I swear I've never eaten this much at home. Usually I eat more outside than at home due to forever lack of food supply, *ehem* maybe cause i finish them up. And i've been abit bitchy plus cold towards hunny bunch. Sorri baby. Maybe the fever disturb my unstable awkward teenage hormones and such that make me a horrible person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may be abit overdue but I still want to write lah hokeh? *bluek*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday which is MY BIRTHDAY, the family and I went to Bugis and head to Sim Lim Square to buy my most wanted present of the year, which hunny had mention in the previous post. My $530 toy. A Portable Sony Playstation. weeeeeeeee! It's way over the budget lah but since the psp was a modified one of the latest version, from Japan somemore and it's a value pack equipped with earpiece, soft casing, 2gb memory stick and psp strap. But I kinda regret a teeny wee bit. Should have just bought the standard pack and just buy the accesories which is wayy much better than what's given in the value pack. The earpiece sucks! I can barely hear a thing when I'm outside due the overpower-ness of the surrounding noice. pfft! My only consolation was the FREE downloadable games given by the guys there. 10 games. That should last me for a while before I go hunting for free downloaded games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048126446871281490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rg6MQd8Ef1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/p7ZTf1A99CU/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so imma happy kid! After that we proceed to Royal On Scotts Hotel to have our high tea at Carousal Restaurant in mercedes car with a chauffer driving us there. SERIOUS &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;. Okaylah so it's just a mercedes taxi. hehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048126459756183410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rg6MRN8Ef3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/b7SIL1rW3qM/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048126455461216098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rg6MQ98Ef2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/lW8uGelIq9w/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you, the food there, they are just SO DELECTABLE, HEAVENLY, TANTALIZING AND SCRUMPTIOUS!!! I ate almost everything that's being displayed there. Though most of the food there can be found at any banquet, kopitiam, coffee shop, school canteen etc, but the way those chefs cook 'em, they don't taste coffee shop-ish. haha! Sister even told me that a way to know if the food is good is to see if the chef is fat. hahahahahahahahaha! SO LAME LAH FARHANA! So we went round and round and we saw...the fonduee!! Mah god! I went crazy lah! I think I'm the only one who kept coming to the fonduee station and scoop kilos of chocolates into my bowl. haha!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048129324499369890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rg6O398Ef6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/evf0EomDhs0/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048129328794337202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rg6O4N8Ef7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/ATGnQY2FFfk/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048129337384271810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rg6O4t8Ef8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/QxX_wfoLHbM/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048126485525987218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rg6MSt8Ef5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/_FNRu7QZ8T0/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048129341679239122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rg6O498Ef9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Fa3QYo2UL2g/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that wolfing, chewing, gobbling down the food, I was left bloated, to the extent of me capable of dozing off on the chair just like that. FUH! darn im freaking full! Hell that was satisfying and next time I want to go there again. This time maybe lunch or dinner. ANYONE? hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on tuesday, me and hunny head to Jurong East swimming complex. So fun-ness lah! Too bad we didn't snap any pictures or I would have wanted to show to the whole world how PLUMP and FAT my boyfriend is. Eh i want to go swimming again!! and again...ANYONE? hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary the lil kambing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had tagged me. I shall do as she wished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 weird things about me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I slept with my hands clenched. It's always like that eversince i was a lil kid. like habit like that. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I ate alot at night especially around 2am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I always get out or get on my bed on the right side. even when im already on the left side of the bed, i'll always go to the right side and climb on my bed. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I get my stuff done only after 10pm cause my brain works at its best after 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I hate working. If i have a choice, I would want to study and study throughout my entire life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I'm undecisive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;k mary. HAPPY? hahaha! and the 6 people. i lazy lah want to tag tag...anyone free just do lah. Imma nice kid. i dont sabo sabo people. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;off to the right side of the bed! NITES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048130497025441762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rg6P8N8Ef-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/xwO-MOtFyOE/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21809778-1661239881059929509?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1661239881059929509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1661239881059929509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1661239881059929509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1661239881059929509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-when-was-last-time-i-post-up.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rg6MQd8Ef1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/p7ZTf1A99CU/s72-c/IMG_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-6071948769662074556</id><published>2007-03-30T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:11:04.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im preeetty bored. In fact, im VERY bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I tried contacting my babygirl, but she never replied my messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either she's asleep or, she's busy playing with her new $530 toy. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I missed yesterday's Electronics workshop. The email stated as STRONGLY ENCOURAGED to attend, and not MANDATORY, so i skipped yesterday's due to my "inability to wake up early in the morning". Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Earlier today, a friend whom i befriended for today's FOP student leader's camp asked about the workshop thingy and whether i attended it or not. So, not knowing what happened during the workshop, i asked him about it. and so, he started explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed the workshop was about PCB getting-used-to; placing all the resistors and capacitors onto the correct slots on the PCB and such. not to be cocky here but, i've learnt that and been doing that for 2 years, from 2004-2006, when i was then an ite engineering student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just browsing through my course earlier in the evening and i noticed that there's a module on Digital Electronics and Analogue Electronics. Woah! I took these modules when i was in ite then. Does that mean i can have module exemptions for this two modules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so. Else, i'd be re-learning what i've learnt before while at the same time, refreshing all the facts. Either way, be it getting module exemptions or not, i'm still a happy kid cuz' i know what im studying. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' i got an A for both modules. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time for me to revise the Digital Electronics and Analogue Electronics module over again so that I can have a head start when the new term starts. I really wanna do well for my 2nd year studies man. Targeted GPA by the end of the year? 3.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I will hold a Bachelor of Engineering and an Airline Transport Pilot License one day.&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe in that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047733255500234562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rg0mpt8Ef0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/MTYR3d9bg1o/s320/AIG.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-abang johnny-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-6071948769662074556?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/6071948769662074556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=6071948769662074556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6071948769662074556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/6071948769662074556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-preeetty-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rg0mpt8Ef0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/MTYR3d9bg1o/s72-c/AIG.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-7235441159987330715</id><published>2007-03-29T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:55:18.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read a news article about someone showing disrespect to a king and was sentenced to a decade of imprisonment, when in actual fact he's supposed to be imprisoned at least 3/4 of a century, for such insolence to the monarch regarded as semi-divine in that country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT. a word every humans are familiar with. but are we using this word in practice or is it just a word to be looked up in the dictionary and is of no value?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT exists in our everyday lives. be it at home, in school, at eateries as well as the activities that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u the definition of RESPECT in today's context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"a feeling or attitude of admiration and deference towards somebody or something."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've always admire people who have done well and achieve a lot of good things that we always dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've always admire people who have sacrificed their lives for the sake of God, religion, country, presidents, loved ones and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've always admire people who gives us knowledge after knowledge to be used in the later part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an admiration. Such a respect. But we've to ask ourselves a question.&lt;br /&gt;Do we respect the person because he needed to be respected, or is it that we respect that person because we believe that person deserved our respect??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect is the foundation of civilization. it can be traced back to the most ancient civilizations history has told us about. The Greeks, the Romans, the Aztecs; all have one thing in common: respect. they've respect for their soldiers, their leaders as well as their Gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, respect isnt something that is present from birth. respect needs to be earned. take for example Greece's most respected and bravest of heroes, Hector and Achilles. These two famous warriors were even feared by the kings. This fear manifested itself in the form of respect. The kings would treat these two warriors with immense courtesy and acknowledgement for their deeds. Either of the two are said to have been able to take on any number of men; it is for that ability, their courage, brutality and overall skill with a sword that they were respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respect requires us to pay attention to other people's perceptions, fears and experiences. we need to seek first to understand, then be understood. if it's a fact that respect needs to be earned, then everyone will be waiting for respect to happen. if it is initiated first, respect will find it's way back to the initiator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the proof of ur respect to urself is in how well u treat others. respect others the way u want them to respect u. to make it simple, respect is like chasing a group of butterflies. it's a discipline that requires an enormous amount of focus, energy and perseverance to grasp what others are communicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can define what respect means by exploring the questions below:&lt;br /&gt;How do you want your best friend to be treated??&lt;br /&gt;Name somebody you hold in high esteem. How do you want them to be treated??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Sir John Herschel had said:&lt;br /&gt;Self-respect is the cornerstone of all virtues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-abangjohnny-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-7235441159987330715?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/7235441159987330715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=7235441159987330715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7235441159987330715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7235441159987330715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-read-news-article-about-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-9214965346736357849</id><published>2007-03-24T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:03:03.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to pen down my thoughts but somehow I couldn't find or rather having difficulties putting it in perfect sentences and not random ones. Though ironically I like saying random stuff out of nowhere. I've always envied those people who are so natural at writing. It's like as if it is in their blood where the inspirations flow from the mind to the hands. It's like they are born with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be good at everything I do. From academics to extra curriculum activities. I don't like the idea of me not being able to perform well while others excel. I feel inferior and unfair. And that demoralise me alot in a sense that I feel like a complete goner. Yes I know that everyone has their own strenghts and weaknesses, I don't need the drill. But seriously, who doesn't want to be good at everything and make the whole world turn green in envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's this saying I once heard that if you know your weaknesses well enough, you could turn the table and use it to your own advantage. Till now, I'm still wondering how! hoho! dadedums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, before the clock strucks 12 midnight and I turn to a beautiful princess, I better post a shoutout to my new friend and bakal adik ipar (hahaha! jauh betul kepikiranku ini!)&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Nur'Aisyah bte Agus&lt;br /&gt;                                              a HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt; May you be blessed with all the wonderful things in this world and the wonderful people around you like ehem ME for example. hahaha! And thanks for the advanced birthday wish!&lt;br /&gt;ps: stop it with the adek thingy lah eh! satu hari different aje kan!! bluek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest lovely pretty sexy hawt Mbs, I can never thanked enough for the wonderful surprise you guys plan for me. I love it to bits! The bee hoon cooked by Rool's mum, the roti telur made specially by firah and dee, the water supplied by i forgot who,the ayam goreng by yana, the mats by yana and rool, the keropoks and seaweeds and hotdogs and nuggets and ayam seaweed and ice by naq. And we all celebrate it at WEST COAST PARK. cool-ness. I never knew we can have picnic at west coast park. hahahaha! I must say my 18th birthday is indeed the most memorable one ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my wonderful darling sweetheart pumpkin botak step-cute step-wentworth miller with v shape at the back fat boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;No words can express how much I appreciate your presence today just to celebrate my birthday together with my girls. The sacrifies you made just to see me smile are worthless and I heart you for that. The chocolate ice cream cake and the chocolate ice cream from swensens. They are love and thank you baby for that.  muackz muackz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you notice, I didn't write anything about what happened the whole day because I think NURUL DIYANAH BTE MISDI aka DEE would love to share the whole thing from a to z in her blog. Darn i'm so gonna be terribly embarassed! god save me!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;*Susu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: pics uploaded later. i so want to bath now lah! tapi i tetap wangi! bluekk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-9214965346736357849?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/9214965346736357849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=9214965346736357849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/9214965346736357849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/9214965346736357849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-want-to-pen-down-my-thoughts-but.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-8912749790819900071</id><published>2007-03-22T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:15:00.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody's coming to my house this Monday. Between 4-6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a new generation of linkage.&lt;br /&gt;She is a hybrid, one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;She stands tall, overlooking other elements that bows and respects her.&lt;br /&gt;She holds the power of commanding her details according to her wants.&lt;br /&gt;She is an integration of three great principles.&lt;br /&gt;She is the lustrous and elegant intel that breathes new life into the outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's coming together with her beau, the Nokia N80 Internet Edition 3G phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u know who she is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do u really wanna know who she is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u know where she's from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do u really wanna know where she's from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "haloha!" to Miss Mio people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.singtel.com/mio/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://home.singtel.com/mio/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-abangjohnny-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-8912749790819900071?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/8912749790819900071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=8912749790819900071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8912749790819900071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8912749790819900071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/03/somebodys-coming-to-my-house-this.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-8183758887763731922</id><published>2007-03-19T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:55:04.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's confirmed that i'm suffering from insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;not only that, i'm diagnosed with night-eating syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;so much for binging at night&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know my hobby would turned against me&lt;br /&gt;pfft!&lt;br /&gt;well i suppose there's always a minor ailment in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I can sleep now thanks to the sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;Only I hope I don't have to make it my life-long companion. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hunny was suwit enough to accompany me to the doctor.&lt;em&gt; weee! sayang kamu! muackz muackz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english class was comical especially with the teacher's amusing facial expressions. And there's this one guy from my class, asked for my number. &lt;strong&gt;*PPEEEUUU!* &lt;/strong&gt;No, I'm not being arrogant or anything, I'm flattered yes but I don't see the point of filling up my address book with guys numbers when in the end, i'll delete it to give space to other more important numbers. Furthermore, I already have my Asri. I wished I had the guts to tell him no but somehow, I'm too soft for that. So, in the end, I just gave random numbers. That saved my trouble from having to answer questions from him like "oh ala nk kenal2 aje tkleh ker?"&lt;br /&gt;Lucky thing my handphone was spoilt. So he couldn't call me just to check if it's the right number. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of that, Hun promised me he'll pick me up every monday night and change his shift to morning or sth. &lt;em&gt;wee! sayang kamu lagi banget banget! mooackz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the pills are working on me. Like finally, i'm sleeping at 12midnight. k bye people! muackz muackz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Susu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-8183758887763731922?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/8183758887763731922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=8183758887763731922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8183758887763731922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8183758887763731922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-its-confirmed-that-im-suffering-from.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1219543451827710060</id><published>2007-03-16T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:28:34.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hunny...I'm HOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee! So after 4 days of missing in action at home, my mom was relieved to see me still on bed at 12noon, and she goes, "i almost dream that you told me you're going out." and my response was, "im trying to be a good kid here okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the more reason the father should buy me PSP. haha! okay very random. but seriously, I've set my eyes long ago on psp. an electronic device which most girls wouldn't fathom it, to keep me occupied. at least i wont get bored waiting for the step-cute boyfren. believe it or not, im quite a gamer u know. every now and then, me and hun will go to lot 1 and play winning eleven at xbox station. and almost everytime i win. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042418038148990850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RfpEfWTkh4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Aa6OhBNXeAI/s320/psp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the need to want PSP escalates further when yesterday I accompanied hunny bunch to wisma atria to collect his PSP, black courour. And of course, with a portable sony playstation just few cms away from me, i seized the opportunity. u know i know. So engrossed with it that i kinda 'abandon' hunny bunch for a while. hahaha! but oh wells, it was good while it last. Still, i want my own psp but dad just said we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the bright side, my birthday is COMING(like finally im turning 18 and i dont have to hear hunny go 'u boleh tgk m18 ke tk syg?') and the chances of getting one is pretty high. weeee!&lt;br /&gt;and to add chocolate topping on my already perfect chocolate cake, my girlfriends are planning a bdae celebration for me the day before my day and and fondue date with mary and gang on the following sat. yay! i loike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i end this entry&lt;br /&gt;to mary,&lt;br /&gt;babe! i can always un-attach myself for a while just for u! muackz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*susu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-1219543451827710060?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1219543451827710060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1219543451827710060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1219543451827710060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1219543451827710060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/03/hunny.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RfpEfWTkh4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Aa6OhBNXeAI/s72-c/psp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-5143158939502396309</id><published>2007-03-11T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:36:15.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just like every other Sunday, I spend my time spacing out at home. This means spending sometime alone doing the things I like ever since I can possibly remember. Contradicting to my statement above, I never really like playing the hermit role. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, in the comfort of my bed and the music blaring from the earpiece, I read Reader’s Digest. For the first time since I was born, I actually read that magazine with such intensity and engrossment. Like wow. I think it must be the cause of lacking of good books to read. Tsk! I should make library my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 144 pages thick and I learn so much. It opens my mind and eyes to a world I’m blinded from. Oh god I’m so…nescient! How can I complain not enough food for me when there are others out there who don’t have the privilege and instead have to find ways to get their hard work products across the river just so to feed the family for a meal! *sigh* Sometimes, I hate myself for being so ingrate with what I have right now. Nuff about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Reader’s Digest, February’s issue is from the heart of the people behind this magazine. Believe it or not, just to fill each and every of the pages, the editors had to scour the globe in search of stories featuring people who are passionate about what they had chosen to do. From the famous celebrity chef Jamie Oliver (the guy who wants to change Great Britain from junkies to healthy eaters) to the less heralded bridge builder Toni Ruttimann (the Scottish man who build bridges out of inexpensive steel cables). Also, they tackled big issues that send wild emotions to the readers especially me. Not to forget, many helpful insight tips about keeping our health in perfect shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a lot I want to share with you guys but that would be a tad too much, wouldn’t it? So I’m just going to mention this one article that touched my heart and moved me deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about a story of a journey from hate to hope. “The Armenian Genocide almost annihilated my ancestors. How could I not hate the Turks?”&lt;br /&gt;From my part, I have truly developed a fetish towards the past happenings and this article brings me to a whole new level of perspective towards historical violence. I didn’t realise that war could bring such deep impact on people and the generations after. I mean yeah I know how in the past Japanese soldiers had cause so much misery to our ancestors but now we don’t hold any grudges against them anymore since the fault lies in those ambitious generals and not the innocent citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that doesn’t happen to the Armenians in Canada for till now, they hated their guts out at what happen in the past. They believed that every Turkish-born people are to be blamed for the genocide that occurs 91 years ago. Well you see, from the year 1915 to 1918, long before the world knows about Sudan, Rwanda, Cambodia and Nazi Germany, the Ottoman Turks killed 1.5 million Armenians in massacres and deportation marches through the deserts of Mesopotamia (parts of today’s Turkey, Syria and Iraq). Worst off, 91 years later, Turkey refused to admit of their ancestors’ devils acts and have the guts to threaten economic sanctions against Canada when the prime minister publicly recognised the genocide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040687582940530498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RfQepmTkh0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/bII9w0hT0nQ/s320/genocide1.bmp" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040687621595236178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RfQer2Tkh1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1LKiuFVpiV8/s320/genocide2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040687621595236194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RfQer2Tkh2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/uR_0Fbgay0U/s320/genocide3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote some of the genocide survivors who hated the Turks;&lt;br /&gt;Manaoug Khatchadourin, “How could I not hate them! The killed our mothers, fathers and children! No, I can’t forgive them. I still live it today.”&lt;br /&gt;Extraction from The Urchin, “I hated them for destroying an innocent and beautiful girl.” – Kerop Bedoukian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are some who’s kind heart forgive the Turks;&lt;br /&gt;Vartan, 86: I don’t hate the Turks. Hatred is like putting poison in your own psyche. If you hate a Turk, you don’t hurt a Turk but you hurt yourself. My only criticism is in the official denial of the Armenian Genocide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the journey, the writer, Line Abrahamian, who grows up in anti-turk environment, discovers that “in this violent world, I don’t want to believe blind hatred is the solution. Hopefully that makes me no less of an Armenian – but more human.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another information I get from the website, great Armenian journalist, living in Turkey, had spend his time educating people about the 1915 genocide. However, early this year, January 19, 2007, he became the latest victim of the continuing Turkish bloody conquest to silence the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say not only the Armenians are suffering but the Turkey citizens too receive the same fate. And it’s all because of the government’s selfish act. Well, it always boils down to the government indecisive and rash actions that got its citizens in turbulence. TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I can proudly say I did not frivol my time away, instead I learn more about the world around me. So erm…can I have 1 year supply of reader’s digest mag for my birthday? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*Susu&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040689270862677874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RfQgL2Tkh3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/g6eTgzi9MoE/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my new scandals. omar, winnie and jippie. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-5143158939502396309?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/5143158939502396309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=5143158939502396309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5143158939502396309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5143158939502396309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-like-every-other-sunday-i-spend-my.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RfQepmTkh0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/bII9w0hT0nQ/s72-c/genocide1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2903562511070452588</id><published>2007-03-07T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:48:22.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a non-perfect person trying to live with a perfectionist, it's way harder and tougher than I ever imagine. At times I wish I can just give it all up and escape, but the reason makes me stay and go through thick and thin with you. At times I wish you don't have to hurt me so much, but it's also because of the reason you hurt me. And the reason is what that binds us till this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby. And I know you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;SuhaiLa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-2903562511070452588?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2903562511070452588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2903562511070452588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2903562511070452588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2903562511070452588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-non-perfect-person-trying-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-955996913827283449</id><published>2007-03-02T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:10:26.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wee! So finally new tagboard is up after a few month of procastinating. Thanks many2 to &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the help and her patience for putting up with me due to my excitedness to post up my picture (even though she called me crazy monkey! what a nasi kambing woman!) hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's this one event, a forum to be more precise which I went to with Hunny Bunny, Diyanah and Suhaimi. haha! After some time than I update about this. It is the Launch Of Focus Group Discussion Series on Globalisation, oragnised by Mendaki, held at Sheraton Towers Singapore Hotel where unexpectedly my uncle's working place. Talking about coincidence! Oh and there's Assoc Prof Yaacob Ibrahim Minister for the Environment and Water Resources who was the Guest of Honour for the launch, and many other prominent important people in the malay society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The launch was much shorter than I had anticipated probably since it's just a launch for the many others upcoming discussion sessions in the later months. It was my first time donning in school's blazer (much to my embarassment, I have never ever worn a school blazer throughout my 10 compulsory years of education. *sad*) and going to such an event that naturally I get very excited lah which Dee don't understand. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yah, you guys may think what's up with Globalisation and such. Let me enlighten you abit. As what Mr Tharman Shanmugaratnam, Minister for Education and Second Minister for Finance, said in his Budget Speech on 15 Feb 2007, "Our prospects have never been better. The key reason is Globalisation." So to respond to his speech, this series of focus group discussions hopes to encourage our community(malay) to think about globalisation and respond to it in order to be on par with the other communities and also look into ways we can learn, participate and benefit from the opening up of global markets, as such said by Mr Yaacob Ibrahim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don't know what globalisation means, please look up on the dictionary and understand it yourself because the defination varies among the different experts and you can't expect me to type them all here can u? haha! anyhoo..the video clip showed us the different people in our community who have embraced the 'new' world and responded to globalisation. I must say I'm very proud of their acheivement and also for the fact that some have managed to bring our Malay culture out of Singapore and into the foriegn lands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like for example Nora Haron, who dreams to be a successful shoe designer,started from just a salesperson to designing for relatives and friends. Eventually her hard work and dedication paid off when she saw her designs being manufactured by renowned shoe manufacturers and awarded runner up in the Glass Slipper Award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another would be Ahmad Aljunied who's sparkling talents attracted attention from abroad. He had worked as an Information Systems Intern in a start-up while taking classes in Stanford. His outstanding performance and resilient drive had him flown back to Silicon Valley upon graduating from NUS to work in L2 Solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Globalisation also does not mean going overseas to work and shine there. It also means having the drive and wanting to learn new things in life in order to upgrade oneself. One fine example would be 50 year old Mdm Maria Bte Puteh who took up sewing classes and upon completion was given an offer to sew 'telekung' for one of the travel agencies under Mega Express for the Haji delegation. Apart from that, she also conduct cooking lessons at community clubs and to the single parents. Not feeling satisfied with that, she is currently learning a course in entrepreneurship which will equip her the necessary 'know how' to market her skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These 3 people that I have just mentioned are just some of the many malay/muslims who have responded very well to globalisation. They have provided me inspirations to dream big and the fire to continue learning for as long as possible. They make me realise that nothing is impossible in this life and I should very well do something to my parents to make them aware of their daughter's BIG dreams. It's very upsetting and demoralising when my parents forbid me to study overseas and just settle for something less and lead life very simply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh pahleese! i DO NOT want to lead life simply. i DO NOT want to settle for anything less. And certainly i DO NOT want to live life full of regrets just because of my parents too-simplisitic-thinking. I WANT to study abroad. I WANT to learn as much things as possible. I WANT to travel around the world and see myself the many wonderful God's Creations. I WANT to be a somebody in my society. and I WANT to live a high end life with luxury car to drive around, a condominium to live in, a high profiling career and also giving back to the society for what they had given to me once. Anything wrong there? Just like Asri, I must admit, there are times i tend to be abit money minded. Good thing I have a partner who has the same vision and big dreams like me. wee! So BILER NAK KAWIN? hahaha! okay stop it eh susu. Study hard and get urself a place in NTU before you can think about marrying. *smack*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my bed is calling me. toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Susu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037218563722617522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RefLmGqworI/AAAAAAAAAM0/K_-AXWFEQYE/s320/DSC00272.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037218568017584834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RefLmWqwosI/AAAAAAAAAM8/VRBHOm3ewes/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037218576607519442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RefLm2qwotI/AAAAAAAAANE/q2KsUw-wbbs/s320/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037220062666203922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RefM9WqwoxI/AAAAAAAAANk/57HD8K2mzO0/s320/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037220058371236610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RefM9GqwowI/AAAAAAAAANc/RXXdJByi5MI/s320/DSC00283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037220054076269298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RefM82qwovI/AAAAAAAAANU/NeT6v2XqTqM/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037220049781301986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RefM8mqwouI/AAAAAAAAANM/j9JHwk_gcxU/s320/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-955996913827283449?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/955996913827283449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=955996913827283449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/955996913827283449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/955996913827283449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/03/wee-so-finally-new-tagboard-is-up-after.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RefLmGqworI/AAAAAAAAAM0/K_-AXWFEQYE/s72-c/DSC00272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-4676383412057544655</id><published>2007-03-01T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:11:38.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just replying to all the wonderful tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby elephant: aww! i miss u and u miss me. suwits gitu kans? haha! yups! the singlish entry does makes me laugh toos thats why i shared it to you guys. haha!&lt;br /&gt;MaRy: haha! i working for my dad what. so tak counted as in really working marh. hehe! i linked you ady lah. dont sad2 oreadi okay? haha!&lt;br /&gt;FyRa: haha! nice talking to you on the phone too darling! mcm2 gitu eh kite boleh bobal under to moon. wakaka! yeah! we shall meet up soon aites! mooackz!&lt;br /&gt;nyamuk: eh hello woman. im not semangat-ing 3 min jek. that's so short lah wokeh!&lt;br /&gt;nyamuk: hahaha! thanks so much darling!&lt;br /&gt;yuNz: haha! aww..thanks loads yun! haha! putih meh? tgk mcm biasa jek! prasaan ko kot. haha! bagus jugak per muke kau putih. style! mcm minah jepon. haha!&lt;br /&gt;MaRy: haha! yes mary! we ARE beautiful. but i think i'm much more beautiful than u lah eh? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;mai: yes belo! you are beautiful but im the most beautiful one of all. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Nurimah: haha! thanks loads lady! sure can! nak promote me oso can. kasi manyak fame. hahaha! ad i loike your entry toos!&lt;br /&gt;yana`: wohoo! haha! yay! yana pon agree!&lt;br /&gt;yanieee: hahaha! okay jugak! i become the president lah eh? can? haha! orange? its red lah...u colour blind issit? haha!&lt;br /&gt;eza: haha! yes true true! but to certain extent lah. there's nothing wrong in putting makeup if it give u self confidence. but not too much lah kan. later look like wayang pekji. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Berlinda: haha! what lah woman! okay what? and im not auntie lah okay u ah ma!&lt;br /&gt;yuNz: haha! okay darling! i'll link u up asap woites?&lt;br /&gt;Rohani: haha! thanks banget awak!&lt;br /&gt;[edited]&lt;br /&gt;sue: haha! REALLY? wahh!! mcm twin gitu! but lain year lah kan. hahaha! so coincidence gitu! and we're like in the same school...only difference is that u're the faci im the student. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Liping: wokeh! i shall link u up soon. eh! another self-proclaiming woman! im like the most cutest one of all OKAY!! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;ayn_: awww!! i MISS u too AYN!!! mooackz mooackz! we mit up soon lah okay? and then i wanna hug hug u!! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh! wokeh done. i think i want to change the tagboard lah. tell which kind of tagboard the best of the bestest ah? hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;and im in the national library at level 7 lee reference section with hunny bunny beside me totally engrossed to the gross with his "TO BE A PILOT" book.&lt;br /&gt;OH! i soo wanna marry a pilot lah. *looking at asri* HUNNY I WANT TO GET MARRIED!! CAN??&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha! JUST KIDDING lah dey! i wanna be a president first before i get married. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;wait long long lah eh susu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-sUSU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-4676383412057544655?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/4676383412057544655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=4676383412057544655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4676383412057544655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4676383412057544655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-replying-to-all-wonderful-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-4341011442626349731</id><published>2007-02-26T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:05:32.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am aka youth.sg'/><title type='text'>I am @ Youth.Sg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGlGu0JzoI/AAAAAAAAALU/wS9ODTaBqR8/s1600-h/334972257_7cc67a5b88_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035487393441500802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGlGu0JzoI/AAAAAAAAALU/wS9ODTaBqR8/s400/334972257_7cc67a5b88_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadaaaa!! See that youth.sg banner? I’m taking part just to try my luck and of course showing you guys the skills that I have acquired thanks loads to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Contemporary Issues in Culture and Aesthetics module.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I KNEW it might come in handy one day.) The module taught me a great deal about media world like what goes behind the scene of making a film/drama/music video, you name it. Not to mention allowing us to experience how it is like to make just a short simple video clip within less than a day and that includes brainstorming our ideas and editing it. It’s all hard work and not much glamour I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the competition, I’ve made a video clip on beauty in today’s context and also in conjunction with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;DOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;campaign for real beauty. &lt;a href="http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.com"&gt;www.campaignforrealbeauty.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh who knows, after reading my entry, they might consider me to be the next Dove Ambassador. Haha! In my dreams, I know. But hey NOTHING is impossible. Only the impossible takes a longer time. Ah okay before I get side tracked on philosophical thingalings, let me entertain you with this first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*DISCLAIMER*&lt;/span&gt; Not advisable for those with perfect skin, heart failure, horny and pervertic man out there and woman toos. And oh oh KIDS, please do not try this with your mommy’s and perhaps daddy’s bag full of cosmetics. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZoyfhG0Wwk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZoyfhG0Wwk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha! See that? That’s what I’m trying to point out here. The idea of beauty has very much been distorted by the media. All flawless with no zits or freckles when actual fact, they are being make-up-ed and photoshopped. They do wonders eyh? The pictures showing beautiful women with perfect skins and perfect shape and whatnots, are just deluding you guys into thinking that they make the PERFECT example of what you guys called it B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L. oh PAH LEESE! Don’t be that naïve. Try looking at these pics I’ve found for you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGngu0JzpI/AAAAAAAAALc/OO3O9Q4KaxA/s1600-h/avril_levine_without_makeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035490039141355154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGngu0JzpI/AAAAAAAAALc/OO3O9Q4KaxA/s320/avril_levine_without_makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGngu0JzqI/AAAAAAAAALk/Y0G8QcJA5uA/s1600-h/britneywout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035490039141355170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGngu0JzqI/AAAAAAAAALk/Y0G8QcJA5uA/s320/britneywout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGng-0JztI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xz8Md3ZO6aY/s1600-h/pamwithout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035490043436322514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGng-0JztI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xz8Md3ZO6aY/s320/pamwithout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGng-0JzrI/AAAAAAAAALs/CxRtwgF9BdY/s1600-h/heidi_klum_makeup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035490043436322482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGng-0JzrI/AAAAAAAAALs/CxRtwgF9BdY/s320/heidi_klum_makeup2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGng-0JzsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/A8-dQNY9DC4/s1600-h/jlowithout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035490043436322498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGng-0JzsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/A8-dQNY9DC4/s320/jlowithout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGng-0JzsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/A8-dQNY9DC4/s1600-h/jlowithout.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;These hot celebrities whom you guys might idolise because of their beautiful perfect face turns out that they look just like any regular people. *to asri* So hunny, your Pamela Anderson turns out to be not so pretty lah eh? I’m prettier and more realistic right? Say YES. *staring hard at asri with 85343cm long parang* hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is beautiful in his/her own ways. Why must we let ourselves fall into those monstrous media’s traps anyway? Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder as said by someone who was smart enough to know that beauty is undefine-able. Even Christina Aguilera knows that! You know that song Beautiful. Okay so maybe she didn’t write that song but at least she SANG that song. And oh to side tracked abit, I could use that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Apple Ipod 30GB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to listen to this song and motivate me at the start of the day! Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Every day is so wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then suddenly, it's hard to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now and then, I get insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;From all the pain, I'm so ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am beautiful no matter what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Words can't bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am beautiful in every single way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yes, words can't bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So don't you bring me down today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I’m saying you guys can’t put on make ups to beautify yourself or photoshopped your pictures. It’s perfectly fine. And all those extreme makeover shows like swan and such, just watch it for entertainments sake and don’t get it too much into your head like getting plastic surgery and all that yah! I don’t want you to end up looking like an alien from Venus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035786701122424562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReK1Uu0JzvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XkfsqhvBERw/s320/alien.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;So girls, next time if there’s any &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;smuchking-pain-in-the-ass-good-for-nothing-irritating bugger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; telling you you’re ugly, whack them with Dove shampoo bottle and sing Beautiful by Christina Aguilera to their face. Haha! Okay lah that might seem very&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; un-glamour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so why not just ignore them (I know its hard whoever says it’s not) because no matter what they say, you ARE beautiful in your own way and oh don’t be selfish with that smile of yours! You may never know who might be attracted to your smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can take a look at this one friend of mine who thinks that beautiful is skin deep and tells how she deals with her self esteem. As quoted by her, “&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;don’t look good but feel good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.forever-u-and-me.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so before you guys start to ponder about this entry of mine into the milky way, I leave you with a video proudly created by ME. Oh yes i AM proud of it. hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXNOZv1fMnA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXNOZv1fMnA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SuSu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-4341011442626349731?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/4341011442626349731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=4341011442626349731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4341011442626349731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/4341011442626349731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-youthsg.html' title='I am @ Youth.Sg'/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReGlGu0JzoI/AAAAAAAAALU/wS9ODTaBqR8/s72-c/334972257_7cc67a5b88_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2001079749218606764</id><published>2007-02-26T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T01:34:02.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Money makes the world go round. Money means power. Money is greed. Money can either make or break a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i have &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"THAT"&lt;/span&gt; amount of cash. If only i have millions of dollars at my disposal. If only i live a luxurious life. If only. If only. If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always dream of having lots of cash and that i live a luxurious life; staying in a penthouse of a condominium situated within Orchard Road, driving a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Dodge Viper Roadster"&lt;/span&gt; and wearing a suit n a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooo... i look like some real-life double O seven. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, if i were to have &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"THAT"&lt;/span&gt; amount of money right now, i'd use it on these main things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) O level tuition fees (March to October) = $640&lt;br /&gt;2) upgrade my desktop to windows vista = $600++&lt;br /&gt;3) add more RAMs to my DIY desktop cpu = $300++&lt;br /&gt;4) install Anti-Trojan and Anti-Virus and Anti-Adware and Spyware programmes = $300++&lt;br /&gt;5) CH Flight Simulator Yoke = $327&lt;br /&gt;6) Microsoft Flight Simulator X = $69.90&lt;br /&gt;7) Linksys internet broadband modem = $100&lt;br /&gt;8) repair my 6.1 Creative speaker system = $100&lt;br /&gt;9) buy a new desktop table from IKEA = $100&lt;br /&gt;10) treat my darling baby on a shopping spree = (undisclosed amount)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadayadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's lotsa money to spend on the 10 things i deemed the most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i need a financial advisor. now. i need to hear some financial advice. now. i need to be strong financially. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"THAT"&lt;/span&gt; means.......&lt;br /&gt;US$1 million.&lt;br /&gt;wayyyyyyyyy soooooooooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReHISO0JzuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HN8G0ng7hW8/s1600-h/viper5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035526073916968674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReHISO0JzuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HN8G0ng7hW8/s320/viper5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Dodge Viper Roadster"&lt;/span&gt; = a car that is only HALF A SECOND slower than the speed of an F-16 FIGHTING FALCON fighter jet when it's taking off down the runway. quite fast huh?&lt;br /&gt;doubleeeee wayyyyyyyyy soooooooooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-abangjohnny-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-2001079749218606764?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2001079749218606764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2001079749218606764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2001079749218606764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2001079749218606764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/02/money-makes-world-go-round.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/ReHISO0JzuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HN8G0ng7hW8/s72-c/viper5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-3419752480910424296</id><published>2007-02-16T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:08:16.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A rainy day it is. Perfect weather for me to snuck into my comforter and fly to lala land. However, my day didn't exactly went that way. So you see it's the time of the month and I was running out of pad or what Hunny will call it 'pampers'. So having no choice, I braved myself against all odds to go out and buy a PAD at Lot 1. heh! Very dramatic, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey! You think being a girl is easy meh? Having that thing every month, surviving the mood swings, agonising over the dreadful pain in the where-you-find-the-eggs-and-the-sperm-might-be having-mini-party-there and losing of blood. Very troublesome wokeh? So don't you guys the MALE species ever think that women/girls/females are the weaker of the gender. Because we are so not. In fact, we are just as aggressive as you guys are. Only we rather do it in a more female-ly way. hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okaylah. whatever. i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually my main purpose to blog is not to write about the time of the month but apparently, I can't help but being side track-ed a lil bit. tee hee hee! Just want to show abit of the girl power thingy. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's out and holidays are in. 2 long whole months of holiday without much stuff to do, aside from working part time. Shocker, no? Yes. I AM working wokeh. ok lah. Working for my dad. hehehe! Back to the topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah k, the thing is, you see, the funny thing about my brain is that it starts functioning properly during the holidays and during school, it goes dead. Like literally dead. Pfft! Tell me about it. tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this one day, my brain started to get working and out of nowhere, I somehow see life from a different light. Like poof, came the koko crunch. haha! random. i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032133338967343890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RdW6nEOMgxI/AAAAAAAAALI/IeE489KbaJM/s400/3858310618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Life in Singapore, which what i've realised, is all about how many celeb friends you have, how accepted or unaccepted you are. It's about how many of the Cs have you achieved, how many cars you have, what kind of car do you own, which apartment did you live in, how many credit cards do you have, how much money you have. It's about what kind of job do you have, is it of a very high position or having contacts with the influential people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's about drawing out a 20-year-plan for the unborn child, determining where she/he should go. It's about sending the child to a dozen classes when he/she should be enjoying her/his childhood. It's about showing off your family status, how wealthy you are and how successful your children are. It's about buying all the branded things you could possibly think of and then chuck it away after wearing it for a day. It's about splurging money and regretting it later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everyone else thinks you are, or how smart standardized tests say you are. Or if this teacher likes you, or if this guy/girl likes you. Or what clubs you're in, or how good you are at "your" sport. It's about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and seeing who will "accept the written you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All this and more, are all about being a typical Singaporean. But wait, take a step back and think of much have you really acheived in life. Is that all it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Don't you think life in general should be about about who you love and who you hurt. It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully. It's about keeping or betraying trust. It's about friendship, used as sanctity, or as a weapon. It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening. About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip. It's about what judgments you pass and why. And who your judgments are spread to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention. It's about jealousy, fear, pain, ignorance, and revenge. It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow and spreading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other people's hearts in such a way that could never occurred alone. Only you choose the way these hearts are affected and those choices are what life is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there. I've finally said my piece. *smiling in triumph*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*aaaccchhhooo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sneezing. And tomorrow there's chalet and funfunfun. *sigh* How worst can this be? God bless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Susu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: dee. i know you're feeling totally bummed out but hey it's okay. Atleast you gained something else. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;double ps: and oh that singapore flag. just showing my patriotism. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/21809778-3419752480910424296?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/3419752480910424296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=3419752480910424296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3419752480910424296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3419752480910424296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/02/rainy-day-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RdW6nEOMgxI/AAAAAAAAALI/IeE489KbaJM/s72-c/3858310618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-3978825811332336555</id><published>2007-02-15T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T21:13:41.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why Singlish is better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use Singlish. It's so much cheaper, shorter, faster.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we insist on using the Queen's English, when Singlish is so much more economical and effective?Compare and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When going shopping...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : I'm sorry, Sir, but we don't seem to have the sweateryou want in your size, but if you give me a moment,I can call the other outlets for you.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: No Stock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When returning a call...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : Hello, this is Mr Bean. Did anyone page for me a fewmoments ago?&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Hello, who page?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in the way...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : Excuse me, I'd like to get by. Would you please make way?&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Siam lai! or Siam, hor! or Skius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone offers to pay...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : Hey, put your wallet away, this drink is on me.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: no need lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asking for permission...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : Excuse me, but do you think it would be possible for me to enter through this door?S'poreans: (while pointing at door) Can pass or Not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asking to be excused...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : If you would excuse me for a moment, I have to go to the gents/ladies. Please carry on without me, it would only take a moment.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Go toilet. Buay tahan ahh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : Please make yourself right at home.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Don't shy shy lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When doubting someone...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : I don't recall you giving me the money.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Got meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When deciding on a plan of action...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : What do you propose we do now that the movie's soldout &amp; all the restaurants are closed?&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When disagreeing on a topic of discussion...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : Err. Tom, I have to stop you there. I understand where you're coming from, but I really have to disagree with what you said about the policy.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Talk cock lah you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asking someone to lower their voice...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : Excuse me, but could you please lower your voice, I'm trying to concentrate over here.&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: Eh, Tiam leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asking someone if he/she knows you...&lt;br /&gt;Britons : Excuse me, but I noticed you staring at me for some time.Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;S'poreans: See what see?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! Hilarious. But hey! I'm neither encouraging you guys to speak in that manner nor do speaking in british accent is a must. Just speak English in a way people would understand what you're trying to convey to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, today's wonderful. Went out with hunny bunny again. haha! for the 3rd time since his return here. Can't get enough of him lah. teeheehee! We catched Ghost Rider. I'd give 4 out of 5 bites for that movie. It's comical but yet filled with action pack scenes. I think there's gonna be a part 2 for that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, I had to register to retake english o level this year. It cost a bomb I must say. And I truly hope to get a far better grade for english because if not, it will be a waste of money, not to mention time and energy too! My reason to retake; my certificate will look abit nicer having less subjects failed. I wish I can retake higher malay too but grr!! no such thing. pfft! So if i pass english, I will only have 1 E in the cert. Ahh..I'm a happy kid. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then if you'll excuse me, I'm off to eat. But then again does it matter? I would have finish eating just as you're reading this. And it's amazing that you'd actually be reading down to this last fullstop&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Susu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-3978825811332336555?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/3978825811332336555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=3978825811332336555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3978825811332336555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3978825811332336555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-singlish-is-better-use-singlish.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1445762286858157191</id><published>2007-02-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:00:39.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A whole weekend without &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, without &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and without &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breathing in the outside air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has done much damage to me and my room. I look like a zombie, my room's not much different to a pig sty, the reban ayam, kandang lembu dan kambing and etc etc etc. Slept at 1am, woke up at 12 and straight away log on to the internet but I did nothing. Just stared at the screen and due to extraterrestial power, I doze off again. haha! Called the macdonalds and I almost gave hunny's address. Stupid lah but I guess I was half asleep but yet at the same time hungry. And...i was thinking bout hunny too. *sheepish smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched too much hindustan movies to the extent that I even found myself dreaming about it. What with running around in Botanical Garden with Mr Shammie to the song of some hindustan music playing at the background. Mr Shammie. Goodness! *shudders*  He's a funny guy and I like him as a TEACHER. In case you guys were wondering, Mr Shammie is actually my Chemistry teacher who likes making jokes but ironically, he seldom laugh along with us. And his real name is actually Mr Shanmugam. The Shammie name is just a name me, fyra, naq and ayn used to joke around with. Inside joke. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i miss the good old times. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about that, I miss my girlies so much! We havent been exactly hanging out together, thanks to our busy hectic schedule.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fyra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;getting busier with the upcoming A levels, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Naq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rool &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Yana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with their exams and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Ayn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...erm...havent heard from her for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to hang out with you girls and just have fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, hunny will be back in&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; less than 24 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Im &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Like finally I can sleep after hearing his voice on the phone! His voice has that force to make me sleep soundly.  haha! And and the awaited date! yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention about my 2 closest buddies?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Atiqah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haha! Their presence makes me a happy kid and I love them. For tolerating my nonsensical nonsence. hah!&lt;br /&gt;One of them says Im a dracula and the other one says I have a super duper short term memory. Well, that's my Atiqah and Mary for u! haha!&lt;br /&gt;And Mary has a dream to live in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house with me and atiqah and our husbands and we have kids playing with each other while we have momma talks. Tsk! What a dream Mary. Just say lah you wanna have loads of kids so that's why u propose to have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a BIG day for me. So I better sleep early. haha! no lah! Actually tomorrow is the last day of school, and i have to be at wld int by 8.30 to meet the minah(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and mat(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) cabut. Tsk! Last day of school still wanna cabut! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Susu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-1445762286858157191?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1445762286858157191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1445762286858157191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1445762286858157191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1445762286858157191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/02/whole-weekend-without-asri-without.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-7355556817123579974</id><published>2007-02-09T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:51:05.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The judgement day finally arrive and as the clock ticks, o level graduates are getting even more heart-thumping beats with butterflies fluttering in their stomachs plus mixed emotions. No doubt this day has been the day almost everyone been waiting for or even dreading. Whether their hard work will be paid off or will their complacent attitude be reflected in the certificate. Whatever the results may be, they are all the product of each and everyones muggings, hard work and late night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, even I get the same feeling. Like as though I'm the one taking the results. haha! Just a year ago I received the same fate as this years', only that mine the results came out abit later. I still remembered how un-nervous I was feeling the day before but I get jittery and having turbulance in my stomach on the day itself when I saw the number of failures for English. My English were never that great and the grades were just pass-able. My only hope was to pass English because that's my ticket to those business courses which I've been eyeing for. To add to my already nervous state, the english teacher, Mr Fausta Tan told us that half of the English failures come from our class(4/8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole lot of blahs blahs blahs, we finally get to take back our results. I was shaking by then with excitement and having all those mixed emotions. And when I reached the table, the form teacher, Mr Vijey, shook my hands and say congrats for your maths and science. My mind was in a whirl. I was thinking, how about english? How come he didn't mention that. Am I one of the failures? Did that fears came true? So very the suspense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to a corner where the other Mbs were gathering and my first instinct was to check English but I read from bottom to top. haha! My brain, eyes and instinct were all not coordinating together arh! I was about to jump with happiness when I saw the satisfactory grades but when I saw my English, I slumped to the floor. I AM one of the failures. I felt so down and suddenly, all the other good grades didn't mean anything to me. I was so sad and sleepy at the same time. Don't ask me why but when Im down, I feel sleepy. haha! That day, I named it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Saddest and Happiest Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells! That was 1 year ago. And one year later, I'm now a happy happy kid, studying in RP, belonged to Mr Asri, and having great friends around me. I believe that i have my failed english to thank for. Why? Coz if I didn't fail my English, I wouldn't even want to put Rp as any of my choices and i won't be in RP. And if I'm not in Rp, I wouldn't even have any conversation with hunny bunny, starting with a qn "Hey are you in rp?". If i'm not in RP, I wouldn't be in Rp silat aka Selatra, having such close bond with the rest and not to forget Jungle Inc and having Mary and Tiqah as my 2 closest buddies. So I guess, there's a blessing in disguise for everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said about that. Let me fill you guys in about our Silat Retreat 07. Yah i know i've quit but that does not mean I cannot come for silat activities or events wokeh? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 8th Feb (which also happened to be Raihan's Bdae - Happy 19th Birthday Raihan!), at 3 plus pm, me mary and tiqah left school and took cab to my house to collect the cupcakes which me and mary baked the day before. It was crazy-ness lah being with them! Kecoh too! Tiqah was so excited to try out the cupcakes lah. haha! That gelojoh woman! And oh in the cab along the way, tiqah gave mary pressie with a smalle bdae letter. I must say this rendangsyiok woman is so super thick skin lah! Can still write dont forget my bdae is on 30th oct on the bdae letter. MY GOD! No comments arr this woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we grab the cupcakes and left for school with a cab again. Gave some to my new IG, Aeromodelling and off to lecture theatre for the retreat. First up was the performance put up by Suhafan, Yun and Eza. Cool-ness! Next was a the song we the year 1s sang for the seniors to thank them for what they have done for us, the guidings and lessons they have imparted on us. The song was rather berteraboh ah but the next song was the best. It's the Barney song that goes 'I love you...You Love me.." haha! And we hugged the year 3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Aidil screened his video to the year 3s. haha! nice lah! And then followed by Amin's Pyramid game. It was pure madness in da house i tell you! With the crazy funny siblings, Qassidi and Qasrina. We went hysterical watching Didi trying to tell stuff to Qas so that she can guess correctly. Like the one I cannot tahan laughing is the part where Didi was suppose to describe to Qas the word MIMPI (eng - dreams). He can just say dreams but yet he say what's your nightmare and Qas answered BORAT. hahahahahahaha!!! We can have fit by laughing at that lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, which ended with Fir and Syikin as the winnner, we took pics and we had dinner. The food tasted good lah especially the cupcakes. hehehe! But really arhh!! Almost all of the peeps who ate my cupcakes said it was damn good lah! hahaha! Not bad arh me! Can become iron baker arh! Ala, like the iron chef that one. haha! That cupcakes was from me to you guys as a way to say thanks for giving me the best memories I can ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muackz! Love u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029546669143524018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcyKDEOMgrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AkVyiYyJPHc/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029546677733458626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcyKDkOMgsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/QIEYkanvtRk/s400/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029548481619722962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcyLskOMgtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/91-Zqg98j6E/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029548494504624882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcyLtUOMgvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Pu4wntgg7Ok/s400/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029548485914690274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcyLs0OMguI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LcqrSBAABIg/s400/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest hunny bunny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;darling, do take care of yourself when your away in malaysia okay? I'm gonna miss you to death! I'll be waiting for u baby. When you come back later, we will go on a date to celebrate out 8th month okay? i love you. muackz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029548498799592194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcyLtkOMgwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/fLj0rGIPe-Y/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Susu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-7355556817123579974?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/7355556817123579974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=7355556817123579974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7355556817123579974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7355556817123579974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/02/judgement-day-finally-arrive-and-as.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcyKDEOMgrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AkVyiYyJPHc/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1751936766759547</id><published>2007-02-03T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:51:06.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSho5svxzI/AAAAAAAAAII/-99Z6PpQioQ/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027320808107657010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSho5svxzI/AAAAAAAAAII/-99Z6PpQioQ/s400/DSC00923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Singapore players "relaxing" and stretching their muscles while waiting for the Thai players to get back onto the field.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE VS THAILAND&lt;br /&gt;2 : 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great match to behold.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore played well.&lt;br /&gt;So do Thailand, but before they staged that disgraceful protest.&lt;br /&gt;I wish the Singapore players all the best for the 2nd Leg Final match in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;Go LIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUGGESTION: AFF SHOULD USE EUROPEAN REFEREES RATHER THAN ASIAN.&lt;br /&gt;(ex: EPL, Champions League, Serie A, Spanish First Division, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 1st of Febuary, 2007, a beautiful young lady named SUSU asked her beloved out for a date. Surprised surprised for a girl asking a guy out for a date. Hehehehehehehe. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we ended up hitting town after deciding on where to go for close to half an hour at Yew Tee MRT station, thus 4 MRTs come and go. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our lunch at Far East.&lt;br /&gt;Baby bought a beautifully decorated belt, which i blanja of course! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich we walked all the way to Specialist Shopping Centre at Somerset.&lt;br /&gt;Took the train to Bugis and blanja baby a game, FIFA 2007.&lt;br /&gt;reached home close to 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well people. pictures speaks a thousand words. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSkmZsvx0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EstiLXv0BfI/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027324063692867394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSkmZsvx0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EstiLXv0BfI/s400/DSC00924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me drinking BANDUNG WITH SODA, or in other words, HAPPY SODA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSkmpsvx1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/t9g8FOsZgNE/s1600-h/DSC00925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027324067987834706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSkmpsvx1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/t9g8FOsZgNE/s400/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Awwwwwww.... isn't my beloved baby princess ever sooooo cuteeee????? Muacks muacks!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSkm5svx2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/o_k0GZUMniM/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027324072282802018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSkm5svx2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/o_k0GZUMniM/s400/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Makan time!!! Indonesion FRIED RICE with crackers. Notice anything UNUSUAL????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSknJsvx3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/kY_9HTEWtGM/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027324076577769330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSknJsvx3I/AAAAAAAAAIo/kY_9HTEWtGM/s400/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wooooooo........ baby blanja me makan, i blanja her a belt n a game.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSknZsvx4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/5zthzCCUYR4/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027324080872736642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSknZsvx4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/5zthzCCUYR4/s400/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We saw a FERRARI parked at the parking valet of Hyatt hotel!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSl6Jsvx5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/oGL2LOPHdUk/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027325502506911634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSl6Jsvx5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/oGL2LOPHdUk/s400/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We saw ANOTHER FERRARI parked at the parking valet of Meritus Mandarin hotel!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSl6Jsvx6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/EUkzK5NxX30/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027325502506911650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSl6Jsvx6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/EUkzK5NxX30/s400/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We saw a LAMBORGHINI parked at the parking valet of Meritus Mandarin hotel!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh............ im melting watching these sport cars.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh............ someone, pah leeeseee cool me down.&lt;br /&gt;If only i can own one of these cars.&lt;br /&gt;If only i have the cash to buy a Ferrari or a Lambo.&lt;br /&gt;If only i can drive around Singapore in a Ferrari safely.&lt;br /&gt;If only. If only. If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a died-hard fan of Ferrari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSqxJsvx8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hD1TwH9w9Q4/s1600-h/Color.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027330845446227906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSqxJsvx8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/hD1TwH9w9Q4/s400/Color.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Neoprints we took when we're at Bugis. Aren't we sucha sweeetaa couple?)&lt;br /&gt;(Am i HANDSOME or whatttttttttttttttttttttttt????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-abangjohnny-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-1751936766759547?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1751936766759547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1751936766759547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1751936766759547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1751936766759547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/02/singapore-players-relaxing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RcSho5svxzI/AAAAAAAAAII/-99Z6PpQioQ/s72-c/DSC00923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-7823703786307108592</id><published>2007-01-30T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T15:28:42.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must say Enterprise is by the far the most drudging module among the other modules for this semester. The lessons are pretty dry and the faci has a 'wicked' sense of humour. *sense the sarcasm there lah*. To add salt to my already boring lesson, my mates cabot class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my entertainment for today are left with my dearest classmate Hidayah who is sitting beside me who is so semangat listening to the groups presenting, the merepek horror movie which the ending makes me wanna throw my laptop and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now im listening to my classmate who i find rather irritating droning about apples. What in the world has apples got to do with Corporate Governance?? People enlighten me please! My God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept while my classmates were presenting. Bad i know. I can't help it if my eyes are too droopy can't i? BUt I'm rise and shine right now. But still bored. So lackluster ah today. Ahhh before you people got bored of whatever vivooms i'm writting here. I shall entertain u people with my pic. The moments when I have nothing fun to do except taking silly photos of me in class. weeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025721167283742898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rb7yxjQb6LI/AAAAAAAAAHI/swONnExVZNI/s320/SP_A0237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025721394917009602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rb7y-zQb6MI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/B95ZW6J5VqM/s320/SP_A0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Susu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025721725629491410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rb7zSDQb6NI/AAAAAAAAAHY/g2TdwsfFz2o/s320/SP_A0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-7823703786307108592?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/7823703786307108592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=7823703786307108592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7823703786307108592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/7823703786307108592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-must-say-enterprise-is-by-far-most.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/Rb7yxjQb6LI/AAAAAAAAAHI/swONnExVZNI/s72-c/SP_A0237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2797954985540369886</id><published>2007-01-28T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:56:30.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love is the answer to every question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why are we here? Love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where do we come from? Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; How do we create world peace? Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It may sound overly simplistic to the modern human being, since we are want to analyze and look for complex answers to questions. We don’t believe that life is simple and the answers to its problems can also be simple: love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In truth, what are anger, sadness, pain but the soul’sdesire for love? If we learn to love ourselves without reservation, and to love the world in the same way, the answer is simple. It is impossible, when filled with love, to be aggressive or hate-filled or violent.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we know that we are beautiful and wonderful, we see the world through those eyes. We see the beauty and wonder in all things around us. We don’t need to look outside ourselves for the love we seek. It has been there all along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is the voice of our self-esteem. It is our anger saying, ‘hey this is not right for me. I don’t want this in my life any longer.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self-love is saying no to abuse and betrayal. It is wanting the very best for yourself and accepting only that in your life. It is healing the wounds that you have carried all your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self-love is walking away from those who mistreat you, knowing that you deserve better. It is taking the risk to pursue the career that will bring you joy. It is listening to your own inner voice – the one that will always guide you to what is best. It is trusting in yourself completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self-love is following that little voice within that says, ‘ooh I want to do that today.’ Sometimes it means ignoring the voice of 'shoulds' and 'have-tos.' It is believing that, when you seek what you desire and fill yourself with joy, you will also be spreading that joy to those around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love will fill you up so you will know there is nothing missing in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love will lead you to every answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*susu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-2797954985540369886?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2797954985540369886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2797954985540369886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2797954985540369886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2797954985540369886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-is-answer-to-every-question.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1816973376831934720</id><published>2007-01-27T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T13:18:46.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You've made me think twice about me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't feel safe being with you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You scared me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know where I am in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Susu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-1816973376831934720?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1816973376831934720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1816973376831934720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1816973376831934720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1816973376831934720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/01/youve-made-me-think-twice-about-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-144071327280707887</id><published>2007-01-24T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:49:19.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aries - Your Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/aries-love.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;You're quite the charmer. You've got the wit and attitude to attract almost anyone you meet.Out spoken and honest, any date knows how they stand with you.Fearless, independent, and willing to try anything twice - your dates should expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be vain, and you expect your partner to feed that vanity often with complements.Hot tempered and impulsive, you've occasionally ended things ... only to regret it later.You're obsessed with being the best, most loved girlfriend or boyfriend your sweetie's ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;A risk taking, free spirit like yourself - who can keep up with your latest wild child antics.Someone stylish, attractive, and fit... who can keep you attracted for months.Is hard to get - and lets you pursue things. You prefer to be the chaser, not the one being chased.&lt;br /&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;Wild, unpredictable, fun, and daring. Your ideal date may involve a couple motorcycles or naked skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;Honest and direct - you have no need for romance or much foreplay.Show off. You like to show your lover how you're the best ever.Ambitious. You often like to go all night - or aim for multiple orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;Start to believe in second and third chances. You don't have to dump them so fast.Savor the process. Sometimes the best part of falling in love is taking things in slow motion.Let go of comparisons. If someone's with you, then you've already one. Stop worrying about exes.&lt;br /&gt;Best color to attract mate: Red&lt;br /&gt;Best day for a date: Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Love Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;haha! I would say I'm 90 percent of the above description of me. So please don't believe I'm all of the above. Only those who knows me well know which is me and which is not. I don't usually believe in this kind of things but I'm not sure why this profile test seems to make me nod along with the descriptions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like for example, it's true that guys who know how to dress up can keep me attracted for a long time. However, my ideal date certainly does not consist of naked skydiving! Skydiving is perfect but with my clothes on thank you. You guys wouldn't want to see a naked girl floating in the air now would you? hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aiming for multiple orgasms? Goodness gracious me! I have yet to explore on that. So, if by any chance I have experience it, I will tell you guys lah eh? haha! =) And oh! It's true enough that I don't believe in giving guys second or third chance because I am that cold hearted. I'd rather save my heart from further heartbreaks than giving him the chance. Contradicting to my previous statement, I actually gave Asri and our relationship a second chance. Don't ask me why the sudden contradiction because it's the matter of heart and love we're talking here. Haha! Love IS blind you knowwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virgo - Your Love Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/virgo-love.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're incredibly thoughtful and able to give your partner what they need most.&lt;br /&gt;You are totally logical. You can deal with problems without involving your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;A good work ethic. You'll do whatever it takes (within reason) to make your relationship work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are so focused on your goals that you let your relationships suffer&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a perfectionist - and expect perfection from your mate as well&lt;br /&gt;You are picky. So picky that you rather be single than with someone who has a few minor faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Values success in life as much as you do&lt;br /&gt;Fits a checklist of qualities you've been looking for since childhood&lt;br /&gt;Like you, is more practical and realistic than romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active. You're a bit hyper, so you'd prefer a date that involved rollerblading in the park or hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may seem a bit shy, but once you open up to someone - you're totally uninhibited&lt;br /&gt;You like to set the scene first - candles, music, nice sheets&lt;br /&gt;A bit obsessed with cleanliness, you may want to shower first with your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soften up a little. Vulnerability is sexy - and feels great over time.&lt;br /&gt;Lower your standards a little. Look past a messy desk or someone being five minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;Praise your partner more. You make expect them to be successful, but complements are still appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best color to attract mate: Navy blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day for a date: Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Love Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And again, it's somewhat true about my hunny. For the past 7 months or so of knowing him, there are certain things about him I'm quite accustom with like his I-won't-call-you-back-if-you-hung-up-on-me attitude and many others. However, it's love seeing him wanting to work our relationship out no matter what it takes even when at times i'm almost at the point of giving up on our relationship. awww....haha! And I've always admire my hunny for being able to deal problems without involving any emotions. good eyh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So there. A brief profile of mine and hunny. I'm feeling bored actually. I just got up from my afternoon nap. Hunny's out with his Npcc buddies eating at Long John Silver. Thank goodness I didn't surprised him by waiting for him or I'd still be waiting for him till he finished eating. Furthermore, I'm not exactly in a good mood. I'm quitting silat. That explains my lack of enthusiasm in class. I've made up my mind and I will and shall stick firmly to my decision no matter what they will say. Obviously I didn't want to quit but circumstances forced me to. *sigh* My heart felt so heavy to leave the IG. I didn't know quitting is harder than staying on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shall not dwell too much on that! On a brighter note, I'll be out on a date with hunny again! whee! Happiness lah kan. Padahal hari hari kat jumpe kat skola. hahaha! Maybe we can go disturb his sis, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Acah&lt;/span&gt;, again or what and get cheap cheap bottle of mineral water. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Susu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-144071327280707887?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/144071327280707887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=144071327280707887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/144071327280707887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/144071327280707887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/01/aries-your-love-profile-your-positive.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-1309218927818896323</id><published>2007-01-20T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T01:07:31.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's been quite a tiring day. Woke up early in the morn (930am) to the alarming sound of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mutton?! Yes mutton?! What happen to the show this morning?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from my hp. I remembered baby calling me at 845am telling me to wake up. I DID! I sat on my bed. But some &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXTRATERRESTIAL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;forces of some kind &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENVELOPED&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;me, which thus &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RETURNED&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;me then to the current state, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEEPLAND&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Okay, crap. Enough Asri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesssssssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!! U guys know what??? I finally got my hands on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CDC &amp; CCC POLYTECHNIC BURSARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; after waiting anxiously for months! Okay, just a couple of months. How much do the award cosist? Take a look at the pic below urself! Weeeeeee......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022137939152799442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RbI32OQ3BtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/juh-NKKvyw8/s320/DSC00908.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Not bad to start the weekend huh? To add icing to the cake, my baby princess came to the presentation ceremony cuz my parents didnt come due to other commitments and my sis was werking. So it's the 3 of us; my younger bro, myself and my sweetheart. Hahas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So after the award presentation ceremony, my younger bro n i returned home while baby sat alone at the void deck. Okay so. First stop was Velocity at Novena Square. It's preety a sporty, hotty shopping centre with nothing much as interesting that happened. Had our lunch at LJS before making a few rounds and jumping into the train to Plaza Singapura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;At PS, it was way different as compared to Velocity. The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EASIEST&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;difference was the crowd. Velocity seemed like a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GHOST TOWN&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;whereas PS seemed like "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW YORK CITY&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/em&gt; Hahahas! Saw my ex-ITE classmate. He's doing his NS now in CD and he's posted to some fire station at Jurong Island. Now isn't that a slacking job for an NSmen? Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay so. Had a short conversation with him about life, current situation and such. &lt;strong&gt;(LOOONNGGG TIME NO SEEE HIM OKAY? HE'S ONE GREAT CLASSMATE!)&lt;/strong&gt; Afterwhich, we walked around, up, down, up, down, up, down the escalator which ended us buying some drinks at Carrefour and paying at the counter where my sister was working. Hahaha! Disturbed her a while before we jumped into the train and off to Bugis via Citilink Mall at City Hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To get to Bugis from City Hall, we're required to bypass Citilink Mall and Suntec City in which there's an exit out to the Bugis area. Upon reaching the entrance of Suntec City, baby had some stomach cramps so we decided to rest for a while at Starbucks. Yah, baby bought some &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US ORIGINAL CHOCOLATEY MUFFIN&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Ahhhh yessssss... picture speaks a thousand word. Enjoy! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022153057437681458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RbJFmOQ3BzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ppK3IRq-lkE/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022141997896894194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RbI7ieQ3BvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9nnUyztId2U/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022142006486828802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RbI7i-Q3BwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/4Y7SW8y4p9k/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022158022419875650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RbJKHOQ3B0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/mjco3tmM99U/s320/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022142019371730722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RbI7juQ3ByI/AAAAAAAAAGA/neMOzd53JOo/s320/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay so. Baby caught me napping on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ever-so-comfortable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sofa seat. Hahaha. So while we are eating, this particular &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came up to us and asked baby, "&lt;strong&gt;Hi. Ermmm. Are u fidah?"&lt;/strong&gt; I thought he asked, &lt;strong&gt;"Can i have a seat on the other empty sofa?".&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha! So i allowed him to sit at the empty sofa and continued about my business of finishing up the choco muffin while baby hugged me and joked around, oblivious to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; totally-confused face. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, me and baby continued our laughters from our jokes while the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;continued to remain silent. I was about to move off when he asked baby, &lt;strong&gt;"Errrrr. U are fidah right?? Are u fidah??".&lt;/strong&gt; U should see the look on his face. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE WAS TOTALLY CONFUSED!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Hahahahahahahaha! I wanted to burst out laughing in front of his face but tried to control it while baby explained to him who i am and who she is and why we are here. The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;became embarassed, i think, so he apologized and moved off, with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT BLURRRRYYY LOOOK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on his face&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; After he's gone, baby n i burst out laughing. Hahahahahahahahha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We then went to the forum area of Suntec City where the SUVs n MPVs were parked. I saw my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVOURITE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; car. The&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TOYOTA ESTIMA 7-SEATER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Woahhhhh!!!! I lurrrrrveeeee it!!!! I carressed the door and body of the large MPV. Woooo... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toyota Estima is LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I was about to proceed on to Bugis as planned but baby beg me on going for some Bridal exhibition. Hahaha! So the both of us &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACTED LIKE SOME GOING-TO-BE-MARRIED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; couple and went up to level 3, where we spent about close to half an hour sitting down talking to the person in charge and looking thru the various bridal pictures.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022160208558229330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RbJMGeQ3B1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZmmxCneZ8ek/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's seriously beautiful laaaa. All of the pictures. Hahaha! It's like as if the both of us were looking for some photo shoot package for our &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"wedding in a few months time."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha! But it was a gud experience laaa, so that in the future the both of us can know what to do if we are to find a photo shoot for our marriage. Insya'Allah. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Afterwhich, we began our loooooonngggg walk back to City Hall MRT Station before taking the NSL to Marina Bay and back to Yew Tee to sent baby home, and i reached home just in time for the crunchy match between my favourite soccer club, Liverpool, versus the EPL Champions 2006, Chelsea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta hit the sack now. For your info, Liverpool &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Chelsea &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. (&lt;strong&gt;STOP!&lt;/strong&gt; dun give me excuses why they lost. they played badly for an EPL Champion. they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERIOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.) hahaha! i was ecstatic laaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;LIVERPOOL 2 (DIRK KUYT, JERMAINE PENNANT) CHELSEA O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good night lads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;lurrveee my baby very much. mmmuuuaaaccckkksss!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-abangjohnny-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-1309218927818896323?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/1309218927818896323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=1309218927818896323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1309218927818896323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/1309218927818896323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/01/todays-been-quite-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RbI32OQ3BtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/juh-NKKvyw8/s72-c/DSC00908.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-3961983482598824365</id><published>2007-01-19T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:54:31.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our world seemed to clash everytime. While we may be thinking of the amount of common things we may have initially, we almost forget about the differences that surfaces every single day. These differences brought many squabbles and misunderstanding between us. The disagreements. What is okay to you is not okay to me. What seems nothing to me bothers the hell out of you, not to mention pissed you off. I can’t tell you how much tears I shed each time we fought. Our fights are just so fiery that caused me to be taken aback. The profanities hurt me badly. Because to me, throwing vulgarities at a person shows how much you respect and love that person. And because of that, I had doubts of your love towards me. Is it base on pure sincerity or I’m just another of your past gfs to fill your life for the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to trust you. But yet I’m still continuing this relationship with you. I’ve decided to still love you albeit your misuse of my trust in the past. With that, I thought our relationship is going to be on a smooth sailing but boy am I wrong. It is even harder than I thought. I suddenly don’t know how to be with you anymore. I don’t know if I can still be yours. I’m beginning to lose it everyday. Walking with you with your hands wrapped in mine, having the confidence of being with you. I’ve lost it all. I no longer think I’m fit to be your princess. I know how inferior I am compare to others who are much more beautiful and prettier than I am. I have nothing much to keep you here with me. With each day of fearing of losing you, I am preparing myself too of the day I never want it to happen at all. If only you knew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-susu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-3961983482598824365?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/3961983482598824365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=3961983482598824365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3961983482598824365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/3961983482598824365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/01/our-world-seemed-to-clash-everytime.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-8875858408413362448</id><published>2007-01-17T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:04:37.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is the 17th of January 2006, on a sunny and windy Wednesday morning. Here i am, sitting on my underwear, and on the chair too, in my class (W26J) located within RP's wireless campus, doing research on the typical lifestyle of RP students. While reading the various resources provided, my thoughts began to split. One half went on reading while the other began wondering why time flies sooo fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, at this point of time, in this very month, i was a final year higher nitec in mechatronics engineering student from ite college west (dover), doing my final year project. in any case some of u dont know what i did for my higher nitec fyp, i did a sumo robot. from scratch that is. mind u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the design phase. the practical phase. the presentation phase. the this phase. the that phase. the blah blah phase. ahhhh.. alot of phases laa. building the body of the robot isnt that difficult; it's just using large metal cutters, drill machines, bolts and nuts, screws and such. those technical stuffs uh. but must be according to our specifications that we have set during the design phase. what stresses me most are making the pcb and doing the program for the robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember staying back after class almost everyday just to troubleshoot and create a program that will allow the sumo robot move accordingly as planned. there's alot of.....&lt;br /&gt;if else then statements. I/O statements. 1-1 0-0 1-0 0-1 statements. and such laa. i was practical seeing numbers and dashes and lines and ifs and elses and thens and such for almost everyday! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinking on what to do after graduating from RP. and completing my national service, which will then make me be at 24 years old. listed below are the certificates that i wanna take upon graduating from RP and after NS, though all of them are still under consideration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Private Pilot License (12 weeks) - (upon graduation from RP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Commercial Pilot License with Instrument Rating and Airline Transport Pilot License (Frozen) (1.5 years) - (after NS; this license is similar to me going to a university taking a 3 years Bachelor degree course with a Master degree in the fourth year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always want to be a pilot for an airline. if it's Singapore Airlines, i'd be the most happiest man alive. i planned that, in 15 years time from now, when im 35, i'll make sure i'll be an SIA pilot. in 10 years time from now, when im 30, i'll make sure i'll be a pilot for a regional airline or a corporate pilot flying for some company boss. in 5 years from now, when im 25, i'll make sure i'll do well to hold the CPL/IR with ATPL certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not too skilled in martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;im not too skilled in dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;im not too skilled in speaking malay.&lt;br /&gt;im not too skilled in talking alot.&lt;br /&gt;im not too skilled in creating jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if there is any person in this world that were to ask me what is it that i am skilled at, i would proudly and honestly say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM STILL LEARNING BUT, I AM SKILLED AT FLYING AEROPLANES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive flown a Cessna with an instructor on an introductory flight before.&lt;br /&gt;ive jumped from 14000 feet before.&lt;br /&gt;ive seen the sun setting in the West from above the clouds before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these was done for my love of aviation. for the love of flying, with clouds between my knees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-8875858408413362448?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/8875858408413362448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=8875858408413362448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8875858408413362448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8875858408413362448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-is-17th-of-january-2006-on-sunny-and.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-8902415846643231408</id><published>2007-01-14T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:38:15.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RakK1eQ3BrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4l6yWbs67EI/s1600-h/ayang+naked.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019555173454251698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RakK1eQ3BrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4l6yWbs67EI/s320/ayang+naked.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RakIbOQ3BoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LD3SUENkP_8/s1600-h/ayang+naked(2).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019552523459430018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RakIbOQ3BoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LD3SUENkP_8/s320/ayang+naked(2).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RakIbeQ3BpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2ai92J5iWKQ/s1600-h/ayang+naked(3).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019552527754397330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RakIbeQ3BpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2ai92J5iWKQ/s320/ayang+naked(3).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RakIbeQ3BqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vgNPsQHHS0U/s1600-h/ayang+naked(5).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019552527754397346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RakIbeQ3BqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vgNPsQHHS0U/s320/ayang+naked(5).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;pure hysterical lah chatting with him every nite. this is just one of the night where he's in his 'siao' mood. muahahahaha! and without him realising it, i printscreen it. too bad there's problem with his internet connection or i would have printscreened more of his horny antics. hahahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and u realise his HAIR?? BOTAK LAHHHHH!!!!!!!! Likw NS men SEHH!!! eeewwww!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-8902415846643231408?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/8902415846643231408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=8902415846643231408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8902415846643231408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8902415846643231408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh-hahahahahahahaha-pure-hysterical.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RakK1eQ3BrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4l6yWbs67EI/s72-c/ayang+naked.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-5460744810827842702</id><published>2007-01-13T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T16:57:14.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RaicGuQ3BnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ezwf_TIMG2k/s1600-h/hunny+fat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019433424016311922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 568px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="316" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RaicGuQ3BnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ezwf_TIMG2k/s320/hunny+fat.bmp" width="427" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;This the case of pure boredom that I was having in class. I drew countless of pictures on msn. Mostly pics of my dearest frens. This is just one of them that i manage to printscreen. hahaha! i drew exactly what hunny was wearing. red hoodie. cute lah he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enterprise was very dry though easy. sibei sian.I don't know if it's the faci or is it just me. Counting out the lessons which was fine and okay, in my opinion. I think it must be the facilitator since the rest of the class weren't paying much attention to whatever the faci's yakking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I manage to break a record for waking up super duper late. Its nice waking up late lah. Should try more of it. And it becomes some sort of a cure for the sickly ones like eg hunny who claimed to be feeling rather sick and having those vomit-y feeling(skali he's pregnant eh? hahaha!) when i called him at 6.30 am and then at 3pm, he's feeling okay.  style to the max eh? haha! Unfortunately, that doesnt applies in my case. My nose still feels like there's tons of mucus inside. eeewww!! barh! feel like plucking my nose out and put it inside fridge. And when it gets better, i'll stitch it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope i will be much livelier and less mucus on my nose by 2m. If not, the audience might probably be grossing their ass out staring at my nose overflowing with mucus. hahahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-susu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-5460744810827842702?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/5460744810827842702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=5460744810827842702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5460744810827842702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/5460744810827842702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-case-of-pure-boredom-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RaicGuQ3BnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ezwf_TIMG2k/s72-c/hunny+fat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2070507860897353110</id><published>2007-01-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:32:34.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yeahh! We're 7 months old together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7 months of being together hunny bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muackz muackz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple wish here because my brain's half dead right now. Seriously tired out from silat training. My entire body is aching (i havent been exercising for quite some time) from all the stretchings and the lockings. Imagine having a GUY sitting on u on ur back and having ur arms locked and him lifting ur head. MAH GOD LAH! ASMIN IS HEAVY LAHH!! hahaha! The training starts at close to 6pm and ends at 10pm. More than 12 hours in school. tsk tsk!&lt;br /&gt;It's only the second week of school and I'm already so worn out. Haha! Maybe it's time i train my stamina. So many activities happening back to back until I lost track of 'em. Seems like Jan's gonna be a busy month for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh! You guys out there dont forget to come for Republic's Open House yeah? On the 13th Jan till 16th Jan. Especially on da 14th Jan coz i'll be performing on that day at around 3pm and 5.30pm. Come k? Got goodie bag with free drinks. hahahahaha! Also with the different booths set up and activities for you guys. The free mini concert entertainment line up for u guys to enjoy. And seeing LCD tv every 10 metres. hahaha! Not to forget, enjoy free aircon cause the almost every part of rp is air-coned. nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u guys there! toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018808476209972818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RaZjt-Q3BlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8EpSKIqluIw/s320/P1011628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For everything, thank you my darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Susu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-2070507860897353110?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2070507860897353110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2070507860897353110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2070507860897353110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2070507860897353110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-yeahh-were-7-months-old-together.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tC10pJRPWxM/RaZjt-Q3BlI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8EpSKIqluIw/s72-c/P1011628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-2802577158871822299</id><published>2007-01-08T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:10:54.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reply to tags;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fyra: sUsu! tK iNgaT pOn bPk sHahRiL iKot kiTORg?? sTep jEK kaU LtAK aZiZ!! hAHAha. bTwS, hAd fUN wiT u swiTydaRLin! i rELi Luv u aLOrt tOoT tOoT.. tAKe cARe nOw. Luv LUv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hahaha! tkpelah! die represent bapak die. luve u many2 toos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eza: lerr..asyik gmbr dia jer.. mana gmbr aku~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;mestilah gambar aku gong! kan da blog aku! hahaha! nanti aku letak lahh gambar kau byk2 lah k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eza: happy new yr!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;happy new year to u babe! muackz muackz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dee: asri is so sweet can? hhehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;happy new yr babe! love u susu! muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yana`: aww susu that's sweet(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hehehe! and im sweet tooo!! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dee: just one yr.. bt so many happened. just hope to spend more time with u this year(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yeaps yeaps! and i hope so too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Qas: hello awak! happie 2007 and cya in sch aights! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;happy 2007 to u toos! see ya ard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;acah: i saw my name!! i saw my name!! im honoured! hahaha. greatknowing u too kamuuuu..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hahaha! happy dot com nampak nama die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;-Susu-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-2802577158871822299?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/2802577158871822299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=2802577158871822299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2802577158871822299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/2802577158871822299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/01/reply-to-tags-fyra-susu-tk-ingat-pon.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21809778.post-8916969827036777066</id><published>2007-01-07T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:30:01.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20:04hrs.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down on my chair, wondering when will my family get out of the house to go makan dinner, suddenly the urge to blog came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i totally sucked at blogging, unlike my sis. She has tons of stuffs to be said in her blog, whereas i have none. why? cuz nothing much interesting happen in my life except those normal stuffs. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy is in the living room now, watching cnn. the newscaster is talking about the Saddam Hussein issue and though im not seeing the news now, im listening to it earnestly while blogging. Yah true. Saddam Hussein was exterminated for his actions against humanity a decade ago. I thought with Saddam already 7 feet under, there wont be any news abt him for years to come, but i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newscaster just talked abt how the execution causes much debate till now. And Saddam's insurgents and followers are seemingly becoming more hostile due to the lost of their well-respected leader. Just yesterday i watched a documentary about life being the US Marines on the battlefield in Iraq. Everyday is a new mission. And everyday their lives hangs on the balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those brave soldiers are far from their home soil. Far from their families, friends, wifes, children. All they have are their comrades living and sleeping together. On duty to protect Iraq from terrorists and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dreamt of becoming a fighter pilot for RSAF. pilot my favourite fighter plane, F16 Fighting Falcon. if Singapore were to have a war with Malaysia n if i were to bomb malaysia, i dun mind. seriously! even if ive to bomb the area where my relatives are living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i hate the people laaaa sometimes. Singaporeans are damn damn kiasu laaa. always want everything. too much western influence laaa. okok. i also kiasu. but there are other Singaporeans who are more kiasu than me. haiyohhhh. go makan at Delifrance only, they think they're some President of some country. wahhhhlauuuuuuuu. go and eat shit and die and rot in hell laa that kind of customers. pui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:54hrs.&lt;br /&gt;okay. im back at home now. earlier, me and my family went to makan dinner at Jalan Kayu's Cafeella. Well. i ate quite ALOT just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cafeella Fried Rice, Bandung, 2 chicken wings, 1 chicken drumstick, 1/4 of my sis's Salted Fish Fried Rice, Tom Yam soup, Fish curry, and last but not least, ice-cream prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannnnn... that's ALOT of food stuffed into my stomach. hahaha. the ice-cream prata wassss soooooooo delicious laarrrr guyssss. i highly recommend u to go to Cafeella at Jalan Kayu to try it. mmmmmm..... finger licking good!!! hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i eat alot, i just CANT be fat. it's in my genes. all i can be is, my tummy's gonna be BIG. that's all. even with such a BIG tummy, my body is still as slim as an hourglass. my baby likes the hourglass shape of my body but she's not too keen on my "BUNCIT-NESS", rite hunny? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i look around n wonder. how do those hot guys in tights with muscles on their arms and packs go about living? all they eat is healthy diet with only one day of bad diet? Gosh! i cant live with that! hahaha. i think im becoming just like GARFIELD. eat eat eat eat.... then sleep on the couch. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. well. olrite guys. GARFIELD gotta hit the sack now. he's preeetyy beat up after eating alot. he's gonna run 3 clicks soon, in his dreams of course! hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done. period.&lt;br /&gt;gudnite everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-abangjohnny-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postscript: i lurrrvveee my darrrlinkkk hunnyy manny manny laaa. muacks muacks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21809778-8916969827036777066?l=asri-suhaila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/feeds/8916969827036777066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21809778&amp;postID=8916969827036777066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8916969827036777066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21809778/posts/default/8916969827036777066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asri-suhaila.blogspot.com/2007/01/2004hrs.html' title=''/><author><name>spetite</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
