<?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-1267906502993098475</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:40:42.009+08:00</updated><category term='manicure'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='meet up'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='camera'/><category term='movies'/><category term='exams'/><category term='books'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='random'/><category term='death'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='boys'/><category term='college'/><category term='party'/><category term='music'/><category term='relatives'/><category term='events'/><category term='movie'/><category term='people'/><category term='issues'/><category term='concert'/><category term='layout'/><category term='rant'/><category term='friends'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>life and rhymes of the simple yet confusing child</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-5999879782000771349</id><published>2008-01-12T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:11:41.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know when I'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it won't be for too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try not to miss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-5999879782000771349?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5999879782000771349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=5999879782000771349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/5999879782000771349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/5999879782000771349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2008/01/hiatus.html' title='hiatus.'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-2309403729452252918</id><published>2008-01-03T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T04:40:04.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>it's a brand new day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to: Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feeling: &lt;a href="http://www.imood.com/users/lipstique"&gt;&lt;img alt="The current mood of lipstique at www.imood.com" src="http://moods.imood.com/display/uname-lipstique/fg-000000/trans-1/imood.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start blabbing away... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve was alright. Nothing extravagant. My friends and I were supposed to go to the city to watch the fireworks but then, it started to rain. And it kinda dampened our mood. In the end, we just had a nice dinner nearby and waited for the countdown. Around 1 am, I was really hungry (as always) and we went out for a bite. I was so happy to talk to Sarinder on the phone. Went home at 3ish and finished reading &lt;strong&gt;The Apprentice&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a pleasant night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of photos to upload but I think I'll do that in the next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to college yesterday. It was nice seeing everyone yesterday. Although not a lot of people turned up. The briefing was a bit different this year. It was pretty interesting and fun compared to the previous ones. This will be my last semester. I'm having mixed feelings about it. Happy that I don't have to wake up early and travel every single damn day, and sad because I know I probably wouldn't see a lot of people after all of us graduated. After the briefing, all of us lined up to get our result slips which was ridiculous. Anyway, a whole bunch of us went to Midvalley later to watch &lt;strong&gt;I Am Legend&lt;/strong&gt;. It was pretty disappointing though. I expected more fights. I &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; more blood and gore. And the movie was so short. After that, we shopped a bit. I took the train with Kev and ended up having dinner with him and CJ. They held hands the entire time in the car from KLCC to my place. There was one point when CJ had to make a U-turn and couldn't control the steering wheel with one hand, he reluctantly let go off Kevin's hand. I don't know why but I thought that was kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway, it's never a habit of mine to make resolutions 'cos I doubt I'll stick to them. I do hope there will be a few changes in myself though. Inside and out. Let's see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wanna lose a bit of weight. I'm having some issues with my body. Don't tell me that I'm not fat. I've been told that many, many times. I don't really like the way my body looks right now. I don't feel good about it. Body insecurities? Is that what they call it? No, I don't wanna be stick-thin. I just wanna be happy when I look in the mirror. I don't believe in the "in order to look good, you have to feel good" crap. It works for some people, it just doesn't work for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd love to not give a fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Although I know it's going to take some time for me to work on that. Time and time again, I tell myself not to expect too much from people. To not expect the same treatment in return. And each time, I never failed to disappoint myself. I can say that almost every time I'm there for people when they need me. Yet, when I need someone to talk to when I'm upset, poof, they're gone. I'm always the one checking up on them. It'd be nice if they asked me if I'm ok every now and then. It's not too much to ask for. Or is it, really? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I wanna grow taller&lt;/strike&gt;. Phhhfft. As if.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gosh. I just realized that the lead vocalist of Tokio Hotel is a dude. I've been listening to their stuff for some time now and I&lt;em&gt; know&lt;/em&gt; it's a guy vocalist. I had no idea how they look like until I saw the video, Scream on youtube. That's when I thought the vocalist was a girl with a guy's voice. I feel so stupid now. He's too pretty to be a guy. And he's a year younger than I am. The rest of the band members are around my age too. How nice it is for them to live their dream and doing what they do best at such a young age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Meg and Dia's video is on MTV Asia. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Another good band killed by MTV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;PS: I'm glad you guys drove all the way to see me tonight. Although, maybe the main reason was because you guys were bored shitless. &lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;. But it was what I needed, really. Thanks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-2309403729452252918?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2309403729452252918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=2309403729452252918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/2309403729452252918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/2309403729452252918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-brand-new-day.html' title='it&apos;s a brand new day.'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-3520020723926063173</id><published>2007-12-26T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T04:36:14.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>there is still life for her after his death.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Roundabout by Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just found out something extremely - I don't know how to put it in words - hilarious? And relieved, most definitely. I'm trying very hard not to make it obvious here 'cos I wouldn't wanna offend anyone. No, I'm not an insensitive blogger. Anyway, the story is *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is dating *Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now. OMFG. Seriously, of all people! I thought she would be smart enough not to fall for him. I mean, I didn't know he was after her but now that I know they're together, it kinda gave me the shivers. I was surfing Friendster and when I saw it, my jaw dropped to the ground. I know, I know it's none of my business but I can't help it. And this is my blog. I can be nosy and write about it, right? But still a "considerate" blogger, nonetheless. &lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not making any sense. Let's just say, she has no idea what she has gotten herself into. All the best to the two of you. Really, I mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was supposed to have dinner with my friends tonight but Ze called this noon - and successfully woke me up - to say that she has other plans. So typical of her. But she'll make it up to us tomorrow night and even offered to give me a lift. I was too sleepy to argue so I just agreed and went back to bed. I think I woke up at 3 pm. Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148210352253480130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R3IeCfsOrMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/85RBbg8tAIg/s320/ps.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have finished reading &lt;strong&gt;PS I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a good read. I was kinda disappointed in the ending though. I teared a little while reading some of the chapters. It brought back memories of my dad. Holly was lucky 'cos Gerry left her letters and helped her with her grief. But my dad left us nothing. He left me nothing. I don't blame him. Who knew that a simple quote, "I'll be home soon" meant he wouldn't be back at all? We weren't prepared for that. Not even him, I bet. And the book made me realize that we don't talk about him at home. It's not because we don't miss him anymore. It's also not because memories of him are fading. I guess it's just hard for my family and I to express our feelings? Whenever I do talk about him, I make people feel uncomfortable and eventually the situation becomes awkward. It even happens here at home. I guess that's why we don't bring the topic up anymore. Because when we talk about it, we can't help but tear or cry, especially myself. I guess we just wanna avoid doing that. We're not exactly the type of family where it's common to cry and discuss about our feelings together. We comfort each other in another manner. We just keep quiet and let him/her weep. And most of the time, that's what we want. &lt;strong&gt;Silence&lt;/strong&gt;. A moment of silence to collect our thoughts and calm ourselves. And I'm glad to say I prefer it that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On a lighter note, I can't wait for the motion picture. Lisa Kudrow's in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-3520020723926063173?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3520020723926063173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=3520020723926063173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/3520020723926063173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/3520020723926063173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/12/there-was-still-life-for-her-after-his.html' title='there is still life for her after his death.'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R3IeCfsOrMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/85RBbg8tAIg/s72-c/ps.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-7173702855636744290</id><published>2007-12-23T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:32:35.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>'tis the season to be jolly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to: Dream Lover by Bobby Darin.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: festive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking quite a number of pictures with my digicam but I never really uploaded them. Here are a few of them;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R21AfvsOrHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KYAk-2fLahk/s1600-h/PC100006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146840863276444786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R21AfvsOrHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KYAk-2fLahk/s320/PC100006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt; and I. This is taken before our stay at the hospital.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R21AgPsOrII/AAAAAAAAAKU/K_RHVIUQ2EU/s1600-h/PC100013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146840871866379394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R21AgPsOrII/AAAAAAAAAKU/K_RHVIUQ2EU/s320/PC100013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from my mum's ward. Mehhh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R21Ag_sOrJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Q6dhiV1YQ48/s1600-h/PC100024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146840884751281298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R21Ag_sOrJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Q6dhiV1YQ48/s320/PC100024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bliss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R21AhPsOrKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/soSQ8UB_WY0/s1600-h/PC100017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146840889046248610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R21AhPsOrKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/soSQ8UB_WY0/s320/PC100017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, that was my mum's bed. I was tired, okaaaay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R21AhfsOrLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mNbHxeoCi8A/s1600-h/PC110035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146840893341215922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R21AhfsOrLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mNbHxeoCi8A/s320/PC110035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;uncle&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;my siblings&lt;/strong&gt; and I at Dome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20_f_sOrCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pkeYUHxDNFw/s1600-h/PC130061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146839768059784226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20_f_sOrCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pkeYUHxDNFw/s320/PC130061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt; came to visit! Along with &lt;strong&gt;Arthur&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Eman&lt;/strong&gt; too. I looked weird in this picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20_gPsOrDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xdY0saMHdKY/s1600-h/PC140068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146839772354751538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20_gPsOrDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xdY0saMHdKY/s320/PC140068.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this too. That's my best friend, &lt;strong&gt;Tiffany&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20_gfsOrEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/g4jqqIl-i9c/s1600-h/PC140065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146839776649718850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20_gfsOrEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/g4jqqIl-i9c/s320/PC140065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were bored. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20_g_sOrFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4GWAt6f-ME4/s1600-h/PC180101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146839785239653458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20_g_sOrFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/4GWAt6f-ME4/s320/PC180101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the nail bar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20_hPsOrGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ocpyGTIsRnY/s1600-h/PC180097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146839789534620770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20_hPsOrGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ocpyGTIsRnY/s320/PC180097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mum will kill me if she knew I put this up on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20-lfsOq9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/IQx4GdUusWs/s1600-h/PC180108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146838763037436882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20-lfsOq9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/IQx4GdUusWs/s320/PC180108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20-mPsOq-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/TAJlYqgwkys/s1600-h/PC180109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146838775922338786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20-mPsOq-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/TAJlYqgwkys/s320/PC180109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We get free lollipops for having our nails done at &lt;strong&gt;Snips&lt;/strong&gt;. Random.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20-mvsOq_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/T9MQtkCi6yk/s1600-h/PC190140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146838784512273394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20-mvsOq_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/T9MQtkCi6yk/s320/PC190140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20-m_sOrAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ByzzZ5TNMCw/s1600-h/PC190129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146838788807240706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20-m_sOrAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ByzzZ5TNMCw/s320/PC190129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Vincent&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;William&lt;/strong&gt;, the sweet people who took turns carrying my bag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20-nfsOrBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/f0QwEAT6LV8/s1600-h/PC190144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146838797397175314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R20-nfsOrBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/f0QwEAT6LV8/s320/PC190144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We couldn't find a nice X'mas tree but owh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R209PPsOq4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/oX49xPOSZxA/s1600-h/PC190135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146837281273719682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R209PPsOq4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/oX49xPOSZxA/s320/PC190135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With &lt;strong&gt;Tiff&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sue&lt;/strong&gt;. I like the washroom in Pavilion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R209PvsOq5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/_E6mjI9ofic/s1600-h/PC210150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146837289863654290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R209PvsOq5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/_E6mjI9ofic/s320/PC210150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to Pavilion again on Friday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R209P_sOq6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/xWpEVV08Pgg/s1600-h/PC210151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146837294158621602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R209P_sOq6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/xWpEVV08Pgg/s320/PC210151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mum's skinnies are so much comfy-er than mine (Wednesday photos)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R209QfsOq7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/5TAkiCFc0_A/s1600-h/PC210153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146837302748556210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R209QfsOq7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/5TAkiCFc0_A/s320/PC210153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt; and her friends. Such nice girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R209QvsOq8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/KsJZ-XAnvAo/s1600-h/PC220164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146837307043523522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R209QvsOq8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/KsJZ-XAnvAo/s320/PC220164.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this seat cushion for my aunt. It's so comfy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was on my way back from the city yesterday when Sam texted me asking me to text him back if I wanted to know my &lt;strong&gt;exam results&lt;/strong&gt;. I panicked, of course. And I immediately called him back. I was a bit surprised with my results. I wanted A's for Media, Culture &amp;amp; Society and Creative Strategy but since I kinda screwed up my final papers, so I knew it wouldn't be possible. &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;. But anyway, I got a B+ and B for the subjects respectively. The surprising part; A's for Advertising and Consumer Behaviour. Owh, and a B for Media Law. I've never been so happy about getting a big, fat B for a paper before! But this &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; Media Law and I thought I'd flunk. Typical me. I'm quite happy with the results but I need to buck it up for my last semester in January.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enough of the sad stuff. Here's my &lt;strong&gt;Christmas/New Year wishlist&lt;/strong&gt;! I doubt I'll be receiving these so I guess these are the stuff that I'll be buying for Chinese New Year. It's in February, by the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;odm watch (my aunt?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;another big bag (my mum?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;green or red shorts (size S!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(more) skinnies (UK size 6 or 8!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oversized shades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;baby doll tops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you want for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I usually stay at home and watch the fireworks from my room's window or go out for a drink with my friends on &lt;strong&gt;Christmas eve&lt;/strong&gt; but this year, we decided to go out for dinner. I can't wait for that. I'm pretty excited about &lt;strong&gt;Adele's party&lt;/strong&gt; tonight too. I haven't seen my collegemates in awhile so yeah, it'll be fun. I'm going shopping with my aunt on &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; day, dinner with a group of friends which I haven't seen in ages the day after and on Friday, I'm going shopping again with my cousin, &lt;strong&gt;Kok Hong&lt;/strong&gt;. He's back from Japan. Woooot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don't usually go out since I'm very lazy. But you know how sometimes you just feel like seeing a lot of people all of a sudden? Especially the people you haven't seen in awhile. I guess maybe it's because I only have a week left of my holiday. &lt;em&gt;sigh. &lt;/em&gt;Owh well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas, everyone! &lt;/span&gt;Have a great one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-7173702855636744290?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7173702855636744290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=7173702855636744290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/7173702855636744290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/7173702855636744290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='&apos;tis the season to be jolly.'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R21AfvsOrHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KYAk-2fLahk/s72-c/PC100006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-8199140515333492393</id><published>2007-12-17T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T02:12:29.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manicure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>this and that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to: Tom Waits by Fall of Troy.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one hella week. For the past 6 days, I've been in and out of hospital. No, I'm perfectly fine. It was my mum. She had to undergo surgery to remove her uterus, known as &lt;strong&gt;hysterectomy&lt;/strong&gt;. It sounds awful right? It's a commonly performed operation but that didn't stop my family and I from being worried. We were extremely anxious when my mum was in the OT room. My mum was in so much pain right after she woke up. She was thirsty, hungry and the stitches were killing her. So I slept in her ward since she couldn't wake up and such. I'm glad she's ok now. She was discharged on Saturday. She showed me her stitches a couple of days ago. Guess what? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The doctor used buttons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! There's the usual thread (is there another medical/surgical name for it?) and the stitches ended with two buttons on each side. It was kinda cute. &lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;. As I'm typing this, my mum just told me she doesn't feel sexy anymore. Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kept me entertained during my 'stay' at the hospital: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144875984458001266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R2ZFcvsOq3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/PBOt6U8U2II/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/tmc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controversy. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/ts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Disturbing. Yum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm sick and twisted. I can't deny it. I like anything gory. Books, movies, real-life crime stories, you name it. HOWEVER, one specific faithful morning when I was happily watching Chestnut, a nurse came into my mum's ward with a bucket on her trolley. The bucket reminded me of the KFC bucket, by the way. But anyways, she said that she'll be explaining about the removed uterus - which was in the bucket - and the seeds contained in it. If you knew me well, you'd have expected me to sit there with my eyes wide opened with anticipation. But noooo, my eyes were wide opened alright but I rushed out of the ward right after the nurse finished her sentence. I just didn't wanna see it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wanted to blog about the &lt;strong&gt;concert&lt;/strong&gt; but I'm darn lazy now. Let's just say, it was the best night of my life. Maybe I'll post an entry about it when Hani and Ping sent me the photos. Yes, I don't have any photos because stupid me forgot my camera. Arghhhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm getting my &lt;strong&gt;haircut&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. I think I'm going to trim it so I could keep it long. 'Cos right now, my hair's thick and well, I don't know really know how to describe the shape. It's poofy but since my hair's not that long, it looks somewhat like a&lt;strong&gt; mushroom&lt;/strong&gt;. I want layers. Owh, I'm going for a manicure tomorrow too. Yippie. My nails look nasty cos I've been trying to keep it long for a french mani. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I pray to God that I won't have another disastrous haircut. Please, please, please!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-8199140515333492393?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8199140515333492393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=8199140515333492393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/8199140515333492393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/8199140515333492393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-stuffs.html' title='this and that.'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R2ZFcvsOq3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/PBOt6U8U2II/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-3669674168680616440</id><published>2007-12-10T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:34:30.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>ahhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The concert was f*cking awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more than ever now &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates later. I'm off to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-3669674168680616440?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3669674168680616440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=3669674168680616440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/3669674168680616440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/3669674168680616440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/12/ahhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhh!'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-5573456261925963367</id><published>2007-12-07T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:14:01.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meet up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>mila knows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listening to: I'll Kill Her by Soko&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: eager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dreamt of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this morning. Random, I know. But it was a happy dream. Wish it was real. I was half-awake when I checked a couple of new text messages on my cellphone. One of them was from Mel. I didn't really read it properly until I saw the words, "I really need you!". I quickly made my bed, showered and got dressed in 10 minutes. Trust me. This is an accomplishment right here. I usually take long showers and I take centuries to get dressed. I was waiting for the rain to stop so I could take the bus to meet her in the city. And that's when she texted me and said her uncle has come to her rescue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-____- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Karen&lt;/strong&gt; followed me home after our last paper on Monday. She stayed for 2 nights. It was nice having her over. Both of us and Tiff went to &lt;strong&gt;Sungei Wang&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Pavilion&lt;/strong&gt; on Tuesday. I nearly died when I saw &lt;strong&gt;Forever 21&lt;/strong&gt;. I couldn't find it the first time I went to Pavilion so when I found it that day, I was bloody excited. It was freaking huge! They lost me for a moment and they had to call me on my cellphone to find out where I was. Tiff's mum came to pick us up after we were done shopping. We were so tired, we totally collapsed in the car. I came home to take a shower and waited for &lt;strong&gt;Arthur&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Eman&lt;/strong&gt; to pick fetch us to &lt;strong&gt;KLCC&lt;/strong&gt;. Went to visit Mel at work and had dinner. Then, the boys decided to go out to take some pictures of the tower while Karen and I showed Mel our Crank Dat dance. Yes, I know the dance now! Lame, I know. But it was fun. &lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Karen and I took the bus to &lt;strong&gt;Ampang Point&lt;/strong&gt; because there was nothing to eat at home and I wanted to rent a book. We spent quite some time at Reader's Paradise 'cos there were too many books to choose from. It really was like paradiseeee. And I love the smell of old books. Anyway, I rented &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tess Gerritsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The book was such a page-turner. Gerritsen is absolutely brilliant. Maybe it's the fact that she's a physician. That's why she wrote it with such great details. Or maybe it's just because I love gory crime stories. Whatever the reason was, I finished the book today. Apparently, she wrote a series of them with the same characters and such. I must find more of her books. I hope they have it at Reader's Paradise. Gahhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140918098010160370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R1g1xbtFvPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8XtbnJmdRgU/s320/vanish.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to the movies tomorrow. After God knows how long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-5573456261925963367?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5573456261925963367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=5573456261925963367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/5573456261925963367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/5573456261925963367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/12/mila-knows.html' title='mila knows.'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/R1g1xbtFvPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8XtbnJmdRgU/s72-c/vanish.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-1754030547390008152</id><published>2007-12-01T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T01:51:47.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>crank dat soulja boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to: Kill Her Off by The Ropes&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating in awhile. I think. &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;. But this time, I have a reason. I've been really busy with my final exam - which is still ongoing actually. One more paper to go, baybeh! I just can't wait for Monday to come. This semester is probably the busiest and bitchiest semester I've ever had to go through. There wasn't a week of study break before our final exam 'cos we had to finish up our final assignments and presentations. We were in such a rush not because we procrastinated (ok, maybe a little) but there were just too many other assignments and projects until we had to keep delaying our work. Owh well, at least everything's over now. Most important of all, Mass Media Law is history! Wooooot. And a big &lt;strong&gt;'thank you'&lt;/strong&gt; to my friends for helping me through this crazy semester and keeping me sane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to some good news; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to watch My Chemical Romance live next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I can't wait! The last time I went to a concert was in 2003 when Linkin Park came. I mean, let's face it, how often do cool performers actually make their way here to Kuala Lumpur? Rarely. They always end up in Singapore. Gah. It's a bit of a letdown though that Frank and Bob won't be coming on tour with the rest of the band. But I know I'll have a blast with Hani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a close friend of mine, you'd know that I actually kinda like that rap song, Crank Dat. I don't know why. I'm definitely not a hip-hop person and the lyrics to the song don't make sense. But the song's catchy. And the dance! &lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;. Mel said I'm obsessed with the song but I beg to differ. I mean, I haven't learned the dance yet so I'm not exactly considered to be "obsessed"? *grin* But I know I'll get sick of it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this version owns. Travis Barker is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKQgDY0pZ68&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKQgDY0pZ68&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-1754030547390008152?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1754030547390008152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=1754030547390008152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/1754030547390008152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/1754030547390008152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/12/crank-dat-soulja-boy.html' title='crank dat soulja boy'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-6774089359010497903</id><published>2007-11-11T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T02:15:17.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>the cousin of green.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What's the worst feeling in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm mature enough to admit it. And I hope that this so-called maturity will not make me do anything stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides posting this entry, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-6774089359010497903?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6774089359010497903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=6774089359010497903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/6774089359010497903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/6774089359010497903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/11/cousin-of-green.html' title='the cousin of green.'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-14691007460161938</id><published>2007-11-07T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T15:44:14.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>pictures!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Pieces Of The People We Love by The Rapture&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: hella good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of photos to upload but Blogger's pretty much being a bitch. I think I'll upload the most recent ones, which were taken this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surprised Adele on Monday! When we saw her in the morning, many of us didn't wish her happy birthday and we acted as if we've totally forgotten. It was pretty hard for me to look at her and pretended that I didn't have a clue though. Owh well, I'll let the pictures tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129982499831957922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFb5150SaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K4emE4CEn_A/s320/IMG_1187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Surpriseeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129982508421892530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFb6V50SbI/AAAAAAAAACY/H4Bd0ZrTD-Q/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The candles melted by the time Adele came. Rats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129982508421892546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFb6V50ScI/AAAAAAAAACg/8QBe-5Y9v-Q/s320/IMG_1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But she didn't seem to mind =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129982512716859858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFb6l50SdI/AAAAAAAAACo/LpAz-G3cKQw/s320/IMG_1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our good ol' tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129985665222855314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFeyF50SpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/411C1Vr6Vg8/s400/Peace.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm always ready for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129985794071874210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFe5l50SqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UU0at30i-mY/s400/IMG_1290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This time, we were all ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129985798366841522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFe5150SrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VqnhO_vPa70/s400/IMG_1295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know where I was looking. Probably at Eman's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129996638864296754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFow150SzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4NU2_QfzwMQ/s400/IMG_1299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys' turn to have their picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129996643159264066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFoxF50S0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/gJpCBmytsqo/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Errr, Tsoon Kit, are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129984909308611138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFeGF50SkI/AAAAAAAAADg/dvFZFD35AS8/s400/Us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I looked distracted 'cos I was watching the others gobbled up the cake *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129984913603578450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFeGV50SlI/AAAAAAAAADo/aL0RE3wiAFA/s400/IMG_1261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kevin loves his phone &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much, he had to pose with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130011782918982770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzF2iV50THI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Zfh5Hn4Sq3M/s400/Me+and+Kev.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kevin and I have reached the impossible. A decent photo together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129984999502924418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFeLV50SoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xtVqHAiiu9Q/s400/Mel+and+I.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mel and I. I couldn't take it anymore. I want cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129984273653451250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFdhF50SfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wJMr-9JpBI4/s400/IMG_1282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahhh, yesssss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130055101959130242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzGd7150TII/AAAAAAAAAH8/3A3RhP7tLSc/s400/IMG_1273.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tsu, "I like cake more than you do, Jasmine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129984282243385890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFdhl50SiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/efUbK8OlqYU/s400/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adele, "Step aside, bitches. I win, hands down."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129984277948418562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFdhV50SgI/AAAAAAAAADA/3BXATRd2UY8/s400/IMG_1262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mel was turned on by the way I ate my cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129984282243385874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFdhl50ShI/AAAAAAAAADI/cvbemV3bqLI/s400/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One thing leads to another; we got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129986468381739746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFfg150SuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hfWJ6zR4Pdw/s400/IMG_1306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sam looked like some horny man trying to lure a kid (Kah Meng) into his cage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129984286538353202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFdh150SjI/AAAAAAAAADY/TXqYN6Deexg/s400/IMG_1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mel and Adele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFfiF50SvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OJV7Lu1qGQA/s1600-h/IMG_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129986489856576242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFfiF50SvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/OJV7Lu1qGQA/s400/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sheesh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFfj150SwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6ZlfYodrhGo/s1600-h/Hump.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129986519921347330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFfj150SwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6ZlfYodrhGo/s400/Hump.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day I became a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFflV50SxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cYms-8rPzxw/s1600-h/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129986545691151122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFflV50SxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cYms-8rPzxw/s400/IMG_1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eman: This is how you boogie! Kevin : I'm sorry, sir. But you'll have to leave. Me: Wtf is going on?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129998846477486946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFqxV50S2I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Cwv8bFF3uQU/s400/IMG_1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Adele looked happy. Mission accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Public Relations students organized a non-profit event yesterday called CANVAS: An Evolution of Malaysian Art. I thought it was pretty cool. It sure brought back a lot of memories of my friends and I organizing our event last semester. Anyway, I didn't take that many photos 'cos the photographers, Eman, Arthur, Tsoon Kit and Kah Meng were snapping like crazy during the event.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130007432117111826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFylF50TBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tmlsVhWl2Ow/s400/IMG_1541.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tried to make myself look slimmer. Did it work?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130008527333772322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFzk150TCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1oVe8OCiOR4/s400/PB050245.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Me with one of the performers. She was all dressed up. Pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130008548808608818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFzmF50TDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wB8QU51WKpc/s400/PB050246.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130008587463314498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFzoV50TEI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hSJ5ivj_3Rk/s400/PB050247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Karen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130008643297889362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFzrl50TFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RiOEUTwdGwc/s400/IMG_1439.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We took pictures with Aishah Sinclair! She's a tv host, btw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It took me SO long to upload all of these photos. I wonder how some of you could be so patient.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS: A big 'thank you' to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arthur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-14691007460161938?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/14691007460161938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=14691007460161938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/14691007460161938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/14691007460161938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/11/pictures.html' title='pictures!'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RzFb5150SaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K4emE4CEn_A/s72-c/IMG_1187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-167671836284856882</id><published>2007-11-02T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:33:02.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>holy mother of god.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feeling: mixed.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, the video is out! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I fell in love with this song the minute I heard it. I think that was about a year ago? Two years? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B7kPBPG2_K8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B7kPBPG2_K8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear everyone's going to be a freaking RJA fan once the video's played on MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm finally done with the shitty Law report and presentation. Everything went well. I know I could have done better for my part of the presentation though. I was such a nervous wreck and I kept saying "erm" a lot, which sucked so bad. Luckily, Ms Peggy liked our presentation but she said we focused too much on the theory itself rather than applying it to our case study. Well, I don't know what to think anymore. I'm just hoping we'll be fine. There's be a Q&amp;amp;A next Monday on our topic and I'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how in every class, there's bound to be an annoying kid that drives everyone up the wall? The loud and obnoxious one? And when he speaks, nothing good comes out of his mouth? I wonder why some people act like that. Are they trying to gain attention? And why on Earth must there an annoying kid in every class?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen&lt;/strong&gt;: Your skirt is freaking short. And you're taking the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Come on. It's not like they could see my undies anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arthur&lt;/strong&gt;: Says who? Why isn't it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: 'Cos I'm not wearing any undies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arthur and Karen&lt;/strong&gt;: EWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I seriously need to stop grossing everyone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&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/1267906502993098475-167671836284856882?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/167671836284856882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=167671836284856882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/167671836284856882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/167671836284856882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/11/holy-mother-of-god.html' title='holy mother of god.'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-7925277555117878866</id><published>2007-10-22T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:24:00.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>brain fart.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Homebird by Foy Vance.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rxy8Gg07yqI/AAAAAAAAACI/Va8jv_zp06w/s1600-h/untitled+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124177296117975714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 423px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rxy8Gg07yqI/AAAAAAAAACI/Va8jv_zp06w/s400/untitled+copy.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my research and feeling stressed out. And Eman was online so, yeah. Sorry, pal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click on the image if you really wanna know how disgusting I was being. I would not encourage it though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-7925277555117878866?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7925277555117878866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=7925277555117878866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/7925277555117878866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/7925277555117878866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_22.html' title='brain fart.'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rxy8Gg07yqI/AAAAAAAAACI/Va8jv_zp06w/s72-c/untitled+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-2352653108578477437</id><published>2007-10-21T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:31:32.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><title type='text'>woot!</title><content type='html'>Listening: my mum talking about my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: &lt;a href="http://www.imood.com/users/lipstique"&gt;&lt;img alt="jasmine's current mood" src="http://moods.imood.com/display/uname-lipstique/fg-000000/trans-1/imood.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty, new layout. Yippie. Also, I decided to bring back the tagboard since a lot of my friends have been complaining about its absence, especially &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Akash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Make sure you people drop me lots and lots of fan mail! I mean, messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about. I'll post some photos in my next entry. As for now, I need do my research on Media Law. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-2352653108578477437?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2352653108578477437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=2352653108578477437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/2352653108578477437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/2352653108578477437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/10/woot.html' title='woot!'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-867869848127377767</id><published>2007-10-16T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:38:45.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>opposites attract</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;span style="color:#f4d829;"&gt;Ten Cent Blues by Eisley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went over to my bff, &lt;strong&gt;Tiff&lt;/strong&gt;'s place the other day. I don't think anyone uses the term "bff" anymore but screw it. Anyway, it was so nice to see her and her family. Gah. She lives about, 10 minutes drive from my place but I still miss her all the time. I think she's the only person in this entire universe (besides my family) who doesn't judge me for who I am. I've known her for 9 years now. I know her family pretty well too. I can just head to their kitchen, eat all their food and they won't even mind. They even bring me along for holiday vacations. I miss the days where I spent the night at her place and we'd sing and talk in the dark. Ahhh, good times. A lot of our mutual friends always wonder why we could end up being such close friends 'cos we're a total opposite of each other. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Opposites attract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Cliche, I know, but it's true. She dislikes the music that I listen to and I don't fancy most of her radio friendly hits. Although, I did manage to make her &lt;strike&gt;like&lt;/strike&gt; love Linkin Park back when we were in highschool. She's really hardworking and she'd finish up her homework while my head was still up in the clouds. And that leaded to me copying her answers before our Math teacher finds out. She's kinda quiet and I'm, well, not so quiet. She's so forgiving and nice to everyone, it kinda drives me up the wall sometimes. I'd tell her about the latest fashion trends and Youtube but half the time, she doesn't know or bother listening to what I was talking about. She's not entirely angelic. Mess with me and you'll see the scary side of her *smile* But of course, we do share a lot in common. We're both sensitive Cancerians (I'm a day older) and hydrophobic. We love junkfood, horror flicks, Diner Dash and many other random stuff. Owh, and she's modest. Wait. I am too, ok? Just that she's &lt;em&gt;very, very&lt;/em&gt; modest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: So how did you find your STPM trials? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiff: It was alright. Really tough though *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Have you gotten your results yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiff: Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Owh! How did u do? Any A's? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiff: I did okay. Me: Did you get an A for Math, brainiac? *grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiff: Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Oh my gosh. Really? How about the rest? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiff: Hurm, I got an A for P.A. too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Holy cow. You got 2A's? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiff: And erm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Wait. Don't tell me you got straight A's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiff: Well, kinda. I got an A- for one of the subjects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: #$%^&amp;amp;*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trust me. If I were her, I'd have told the entire town about my good results. Ok, maybe I'm not so humble after all. But I still love her for who she is. I wouldn't want to change her in any way. I better stop before I make it sound awfully corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121663786767075970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RxPOFA07yoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MZxm2m0HYBo/s320/Bffs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My besties, &lt;strong&gt;Tiff&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sarin&lt;/strong&gt;, the people who keep me ground. An old photo, btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eisley &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking random pictures with my new digital camera, especially that night when I had steamboat with my relatives. It's funny how some people hate family reunions. I absolutely love them. There's just so much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they make me miss my dad even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me about your best/good friend. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo&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/1267906502993098475-867869848127377767?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/867869848127377767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=867869848127377767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/867869848127377767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/867869848127377767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/10/tiffany-lim.html' title='opposites attract'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RxPOFA07yoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MZxm2m0HYBo/s72-c/Bffs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-6142845383975157579</id><published>2007-10-11T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:28:58.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube and dvds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listening to: &lt;strong&gt;Modern World by Wolf Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling: &lt;span style="color:#f4d829;"&gt;thrilled&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First of all, congratulations to &lt;strong&gt;Dr Sheikh Muszaphar&lt;/strong&gt; for creating history in becoming the first Malaysian in space! Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rw34yQ07ynI/AAAAAAAAABs/Upob9uRjUQM/s1600-h/dr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120021893784259186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rw34yQ07ynI/AAAAAAAAABs/Upob9uRjUQM/s320/dr.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's kinda cute. &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the Hari Raya break has started. I haven't been doing anything productive. Here's my daily routine for this week; wake up around noon, shower, have lunch, do the laundry, watch DVDs or surf the net, have lots of junk food, shower, have dinner, watch TV and chat on MSN, go to bed at 3ish in the morning. Yup, that's about it. Sad, you think? No, I absolutely love it. This is &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;life. But seriously, I needed the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to &lt;strong&gt;KLCC&lt;/strong&gt; for a group meeting for the Advertising assignment. I swear I couldn't hear my alarm but anyway, I woke up late. I quickly got ready and I managed to catch the bus. Just in time, I thought. But nooooooo, the darn driver had to stop for centuries at every stop and we were stuck in traffic for God-knows-how-long. I felt kinda bad for being late but luckily, my friends were nice enough not to mind. Anyway, it's strange to have a meeting in a mall but yeah, we planned to watch Hairspray (finally!) after that. After lunch, Tsoon Kit, Ray and Kah Meng left while Mel, Eman and I went to watch the movie. &lt;strong&gt;Hairspray was awesome. &lt;/strong&gt;Throughout the entire movie, I was trying not to move around too much 'cos the movie made me wanna dance so badly! I think John Travolta rocks everybody's balls off (sorry for the choice of words). He was great in the movie and absolutely adorable. Did I mention that he was one of my first celebrity crushes? I think I was 6. Or younger. Yes, I knowwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Perfect Stranger was unpredictable. Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix was disappointing. Vacancy could have been better. There you go. My reviews. &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;. I need to ask my brother to buy more DVDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I was channel-surfing a couple of hours ago, I stumbled across Telematch. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Telematch&lt;/strong&gt; is a German TV show from the 70's and 80's. For each game, the contestants would be in weird costumes, making it harder for them to finish their tasks. When I was a kid, I watched this show all the time. It was usually shown during public holidays and that was many years ago. It's such a delight that it's being shown again. Awhile ago, I was laughing so hard that I was in tears. Sadly though, the show was dubbed into Malay. No, it's not because of the language. The one I watched back then was in English but this time around it's being shown on a kids Malay channel (I don't know how to put it but you get my point) so, yeah. The thing is the narrator kind of ruined the show 'cos he was making up stupid jokes that weren't even funny or related to the TV show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dinnertime! Till then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-6142845383975157579?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6142845383975157579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=6142845383975157579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/6142845383975157579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/6142845383975157579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/10/youtube-and-dvds.html' title='youtube and dvds'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rw34yQ07ynI/AAAAAAAAABs/Upob9uRjUQM/s72-c/dr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-637846383786621621</id><published>2007-10-07T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T18:56:18.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>shopping isn't fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;span style="color:#f4d829;"&gt;Barbara Ann by Beach Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling: &lt;span style="color:#f4d829;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I mean it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shopping isn't fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, at least for the last couple of days. In between classes on Thursday, a whole bunch of us went to &lt;strong&gt;OU&lt;/strong&gt; 'cos I wanted to shop so badly. I couldn't find anything that I fancy and when I did find something, they didn't have my size. Not even the shoes! Ice-cream cheered me up though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After we had our Law class, a different bunch of us went to the city to do a little shopping. Heck, I was so excited! &lt;strong&gt;Arthur &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; Eman&lt;/strong&gt; seemed so dead in the car which made me feel kind of stupid 'cos I was darn hyper. But anyway, I managed to convince &lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt; to come along. Like, thank God 'cos the other boys wanted to shop for cameras. Hmm, boys and 'em toys. I practically dragged Kevin all about in &lt;strong&gt;Sungei Wang&lt;/strong&gt;. One shop after another. After dinner, we headed to the new mall, &lt;strong&gt;Pavillion&lt;/strong&gt;. The place was very posh. But anyway, I didn't see anything that I like. Nope, I didn't buy anything. Nah-dah. Sigh. I was feeling slighty cranky 'cos my toes were sore from all the walking. And I was disappointed too. Sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And today, &lt;strong&gt;Hoon&lt;/strong&gt; and I went to &lt;strong&gt;Avenue K&lt;/strong&gt; for dinner. Bumped into &lt;strong&gt;Adele&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Tsu &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; Patrick&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;KimGary&lt;/strong&gt;. Apparently, &lt;strong&gt;Santha&lt;/strong&gt; was one of the finalists of Miss Malaysia India or something like that and they went to show their support. After dinner, we headed to &lt;strong&gt;KLCC&lt;/strong&gt; and walked a bit. &lt;strong&gt;Topshop&lt;/strong&gt; was packed with people. I was seriously about to give up on shopping (ok, maybe I'm exaggerating) until &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt; texted me and invited to the Shopaholic party tomorrow morning. Yay! Shopaholic is this web-based retail shopping thingy and they throw parties every now and then. Bargains at good prices. Hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basically, I've been shopping 3 times this week. No, more like window-shopped. Urgh. I can't wait for tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I. Must. Get. Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Pray for me, people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so dramatic, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-637846383786621621?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/637846383786621621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=637846383786621621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/637846383786621621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/637846383786621621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/10/shopping-isnt-fun.html' title='shopping isn&apos;t fun.'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-7758686232038088974</id><published>2007-09-29T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T04:05:30.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>can't you see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;span style="color:#f4d829;"&gt;Could Be Anything by The Eames Era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling: &lt;span style="color:#f4d829;"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry I've been away for some time now. I'm still trying to make myself update more often. It's been a crazy week. I seriously think that my lecturers are on some sort of evil mission to make our lives more miserable. One assignment after another and the deadlines are so close to each other. Coincidence? I don't think so. I think I'm paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speeeeaking of&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, some mofo tried to snatch my bag outside campus last week. And I wasn't even alone. My friends were there with me but they were a bit blur 'cos everything happened so fast. Luckily, the bastard didn't try to hurt me or anything. He was on his motorcycle so it might be a bit of a struggle for him to do so. I was frustrated but thankful that I only sprained my right arm. You know how people often tell you to let go when someone tries to snatch your bag? Well, I didn't hold on to my bag desperately but I did block it by putting it behind my back, which explains why he couldn't snatch it. I mean, it was an impulsive move. You don't just let go off your bag that easily when someone tries to take it, right? At least, not me. I can't imagine losing my things. I only had less than 50 bucks in my purse but I can't afford to lose my cellphone and iPod. Plus, it'd be so troublesome if I were to lose my ID. It sounds stupid, I know but I just can't. So anyway, I haven't been walking on that street since the incident. I guess I'm a bit traumatized. Time will heal. I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Tuesday, I sat for my &lt;strong&gt;Consumer Behaviour&lt;/strong&gt; paper. It was ok. I don't have high expectations. That's the thing about me. I have very low self-confidence. Gahhh. After the exam, I followed Mel home. After taking our nap (which she forced me to), showered and had dinner, Arthur came to pick us up and we headed to Sam's place to celebrate &lt;strong&gt;Mooncake Festival&lt;/strong&gt; with the rest of the gang. After chilling and eating, all of us went to the park to play with candles and lanterns. I don't remember the last time I did that so yeah, it was fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I went to Midvalley with Karen, Divya, Adele, Sam and Arthur yesterday. I wanted to watch &lt;strong&gt;Hairspray&lt;/strong&gt; so badly but we were late for the movie so we watched &lt;strong&gt;Brave One&lt;/strong&gt; instead. It was so-so. During the movie, I annoyed Karen and told her what will happen next. The freaky thing is I was right the entire time. Maybe 'cos the movie was that predictable. And Arthur fell asleep! After the movie, we window-shopped a bit. I have so many things to buy. Grrr! Arthur and Karen left and the rest of them followed me back to Ampang. We went to the night market in town and we ate like hungry souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm going to go have dinner now. Laterrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-7758686232038088974?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7758686232038088974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=7758686232038088974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/7758686232038088974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/7758686232038088974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/09/cant-you-see.html' title='can&apos;t you see?'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-7064508962380242910</id><published>2007-09-17T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T21:48:06.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>random post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listening to: &lt;strong&gt;Samson by Regina Spektor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Feeling: random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I need to update my blog more often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I got a 10 out of 10 for my &lt;strong&gt;Self-promo Ad&lt;/strong&gt;. Woohooo! Ms Zi is pretty lenient though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ My mum freaked me out last night. She was coughing like mad and she said she couldn't breathe. And for a moment, we just sat there staring at each other&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;without say a word. I started realizing that she's getting old. She doesn't look her age but still. I hope she'll quit her job soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ These days, most of the time, I like to be left alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I no longer talk to her. Not because I don't want to. There's just nothing to talk about anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;Creative Strategy&lt;/strong&gt; is kinda fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I had a weird dream about &lt;strong&gt;Eman&lt;/strong&gt;'s pinky the other night. It was terrifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I was cleaning up my closet yesterday and I found a number of tops with the price tags still on. Thank God my mum didn't see them. But whatever. &lt;strong&gt;I need to shop&lt;/strong&gt;. Badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ My sister looks aneroxic. She's so busy, she doesn't even have time to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I've been listening to a lot of &lt;strong&gt;indie music&lt;/strong&gt; lately. And I mean, A LOT. Definitely the kinda music that soothes my soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;Arthur&lt;/strong&gt; and I were stopped by the cops this morning. What a way to start a gloomy day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I have an exam next week. Bleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;Gaurav&lt;/strong&gt; is leaving for the UK tonight. I'll still bug him even if he's a million miles away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I need new flat pumps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;Hoon&lt;/strong&gt;'s starting work next this Wednesday. Which means I have to start taking the public transport again. Early in the morning. Arggghh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ I miss my best friends. We live in the same town but we hardly get to see each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ There's a newfound prick in my class. He was singing all sorts of songs and expressing his musical point of views (which I thought was bullcrap) to Anne and Wykit. The way he talked was unbearable. Then, I heard him asking his friend, "What is Boys Like Girls?". Now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; made my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;Kah Meng&lt;/strong&gt; is such a nice guy. Bitchy, yeah. But nice. And he doesn't even know it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ My parents dressed like hippies when they were younger. Cool beans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ I don't know why &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melissa Chen Huei Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't drop me any comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ I took the bus today for the first time in 3 weeks, I think. I sat next to a pervert. He was trying to rub his leg against mine. Bastard. They're everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ I read the newspaper today. There's actually an organization/body/whatsoever called &lt;strong&gt;MILF&lt;/strong&gt;. Nyeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I should stop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-7064508962380242910?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7064508962380242910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=7064508962380242910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/7064508962380242910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/7064508962380242910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-post.html' title='random post'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-9059542138764424564</id><published>2007-09-08T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:05:52.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>a little bit of everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listening to&lt;strong&gt;: A Perfect Sonnet by Bright Eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling&lt;strong&gt;: alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been updating, folks. It's been a busssyyy week. I have a &lt;strong&gt;new layout&lt;/strong&gt; up. Weeee. And I took down the tagboard so it seems kinda empty now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had my haircut last week. The salon which I usually go to was closed so I headed to Snips since my mum was already getting her haircut there. I've had some pretty bad experiences at Snips. My aunt knows the director and throughout my highschool senior years, I've had bizarre haircuts. He's very unpredictable so there were some good ones and a few bad ones. So anyway, I didn't even wanna get a haircut there so I visited the nail bar in the salon instead. My mum was taking forever so I settled down and had my nails done. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, a manicure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My first one ever. I was thinking to myself - what am I doing? But it was a fun experience. I picked a nude colour instead of black. Surprise, surprise. The manicurists were surprised too. After that, I decided to get a haircut after all 'cause I was getting sick of seeing my hair in the mirror. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad move!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I told the hairstylist what I wanted but she wasn't even listening to me. She chopped it all off! Ok, I'm exaggerating. Let's just say she cut it really, really short. Shorter than what I asked for. I was furious but I didn't say anything. After she was done, I headed out without saying a word and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cried in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Me. Crying. Over my hair. Holy Mother of God. I don't know what happened to me that day. I felt so stupid afterwards. My mum and aunt liked it though. And my friends thought I looked fine. So basically, I freaked out over nothing. Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We watched the movie, &lt;strong&gt;Crash&lt;/strong&gt; during Media, Culture and Society class last Monday. We have to write a report so I think I'm going to ask my brother to buy the DVD or something. I need to watch it again 'cause I need to refresh my memory. Plus, it's an awesome film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just completed my Self-promotion assignment for my Advertising class yesterday. I'm not particlarly happy about it. It's pretty bland. I know I could do better but I was running out of time. Why? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Procrastination!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I only started at like, what, midnight? I actually stayed up till 6 am and I only slept for two hour in order to finish it. Class was at 10 am and when Kah Meng came to pick me up, I was totally dead. I slept in the car all the way to college. In Media Law tute, Ms Peggy asked us to played a game of &lt;strong&gt;Snakes and Ladders&lt;/strong&gt;. Her version of the game, that is. On every section of the board (paper in this case), there are special codes which lead to the questions that we have to answer for our assignment. It would have been a lot more fun if we skipped the questions part. But I was laughing so hard throughout the game because Mel and Kah Meng had never played it before (which I never thought was possible) and Ben, well, being his usual self. He makes me laugh all the time. After class, Sam, Anne, Wy Kit and Kah Meng decided to go to the city for shopping. I was delighted to find out that Kah Meng could drop me home 'cause I was too tired to take the train. I tried so hard not to fall asleep on the way back so I could keep him company. But it was impossible. So there I was, sleeping in the car on the way back. Typical, typical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you seen the video, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pop! Goes My Heart by Pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? If you haven't, you must watch it. It's the OST for the movie, Music and Lyrics. Hugh Grant is in the movie and video. Both the song and video are very 80's. It's hilarious so make sure you check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Owh yeah, &lt;strong&gt;Chien Loong&lt;/strong&gt; complained that I don't post enough pictures here. So here you go, kid. These are some of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I took and edited for my assignment; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/ShoesTape.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/EatTape.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/TapeHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going to go grab a bite now. My stomach's growling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tell me about your plans for the weekend =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-9059542138764424564?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9059542138764424564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=9059542138764424564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/9059542138764424564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/9059542138764424564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/09/listening-to-perfect-sonnet-by-bright.html' title='a little bit of everything'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-2186436361032269501</id><published>2007-08-29T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:09:37.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>'cause inside you're ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Billy Liar by The Decemberists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; disappointed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eisley's latest album is finally out. But I can't seem to find it anywhere. Maybe I haven't been looking hard enough. Grrr. Must. Get. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out something really awful last night. The things people do, really. It's bad enough that you have changed for the worst and now you're making people boycott the person who has always been there for you since day one? That's really low. It's upsetting to see how things turned out to be. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do we even know you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Lies, lies, lies. That's what we've been getting from you these days. We're not stupid. Well, maybe I am. Because I still do not wanna believe all these. I still think deep down inside, you're a nice person. I'm still defending you. I want to. I wanna talk to you about it. I really do. But I can't. Because things will turn ugly since I'm not exactly involved. Yet, I can't pretend that nothing has happened. If you only knew that it's killing her inside. Maybe some time soon, you'll find out. And you'll regret what an ugly person you have turned into and all the shit that you have done. Then, things will go back to normal like how they were when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are very naive, Jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be the sensitive one all the time. Whenever stuff like these happened, I'm always the one that is badly affected. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;lied&lt;/em&gt; when I said I did not care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Time and time again, I keep telling myself to not be arsed by all of it, to not give in when I know it's not my fault. Why do I always have to be the one that has to patch things up when people are so unappreciative? No, it's not because I'm a good person. I'm not even a good person to begin with. It's because I care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Oh oh oh you lie,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;than what you've tried to hide.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't find yourself, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then how can I expect to find you?&lt;br /&gt;Innocence gone.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't hold yourself together,&lt;br /&gt;Why should I hold you now?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-2186436361032269501?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2186436361032269501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=2186436361032269501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/2186436361032269501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/2186436361032269501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/08/cause-inside-youre-ugly.html' title='&apos;cause inside you&apos;re ugly'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-613684494263762729</id><published>2007-08-24T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:08:44.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>a whole new beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Send Away The Tigers by The Manics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Manic Street Preachers are back! Sorry for the utter randomness, I'm just excited. And thanks for the comments you guys posted on the previous entry. Very interesting comments there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, classes have started this week but not all the subjects. I was pretty disappointed when I found out that Ms Zi is going to teach us Advertising and Consumer Behaviour. She's nice but her lectures are a bit boring. Owh well, it's only the first week. Hopefully things will be better. Mr Naasir is our lecturer for Media, Culture and Society. I have a feeling I'm going to like this class. There'll be a group assignment where we have to pick a music video and discuss about it. I'm pretty excited about the project. Hmm, Miss Peggy is teaching Mass Media Law. It's good to see her again. I remember how nervous I was when I was a freshie. Her class was the first lecture I attended and she was really nice. She still is actually. But I bet it won't be as easy and smooth sailing like how it was during the first semester. I've been told that it's an extremely tough subject. Even Miss Peggy said it herself. We had our first class on Thursday. It was fun! I can't wait for the next class. There were some changes in the timetable but I haven't checked it out yet. I hope I don't have classes on Wednesdays cos it wasn't easy picking the tutes. But I did hear that Ms Naomi's going to teach Creative Strategy. I can't wait to see what the others think. Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the new semester has just begun, I started to realize the changes. Changes in people, that is. It's funny how people can just change like that. You think you know everything about someone and then all of a sudden, he/she started to act differently. So different, you wonder if it's really the same person. They're like complete strangers. The scary thing is, what if this is how they really are? Their real self. Their true colours. All this while, you thought you knew him/her. Then again, that might just be the impression of him/her that you wish to see and believe in. But when things started to change, you feel frustrated and somehow, helpless. What happened and why? Is it his/her fault? Or is it yours? Didn't the friendship mean anything? All the memories. Poof. Gone just like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the changes. At all. But it's not up to me to decide how someone leads his/her life. It just sucks how everyone around you are affected by it. I cared about how you feel and I was naive enough to think that it would be mutual. What do I get in return? False hopes and more lies. I'm still trying not to expect too much from people. I'm tired of being disappointed all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure is just highly influential, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-613684494263762729?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/613684494263762729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=613684494263762729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/613684494263762729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/613684494263762729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/08/whole-new-beginning.html' title='a whole new beginning.'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-5158485915668623668</id><published>2007-08-18T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:08:18.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>the r word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt; The Con by Tegan and Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; bewildered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;strong&gt;religion&lt;/strong&gt;? From what I understood, religion is set of common beliefs and practices held by a group of people. In other words, some might say; religion is faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why am I writing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all started when I was watching a movie yesterday, Cult. It's revolves around 4 college students who uncovered the existence of a supernatural power while they were working on an assignment. The "supernatural power" happens to be Guan Yin, the Goddess of Mercy. For those of you who didn't know, Guan Yin is one of the spiritual saints worshipped by Taoists and Buddhists. And I thought to myself, "Hmm, this should be interesting." The movie started off with a narrator explaining the so-called history and origins of Guan Yin. I was slightly disturbed. They got the facts all wrong. Guan Yin was not killed because she was pregnant out of wedlock. And she was not stabbed in eyes and stomach or whatever they were bullshitting. I wasn't offended because of that alone. I was snubbed by how the story was told. They portrayed Guan Yin as an evil spirit worshipped by cultists. And a kid even called her "an Asian whore". It was preposterous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't the film makers do a research before they write the script? Ok, maybe they could claim that it's fiction. Or a story based loosely on the history of Guan Yin. But they should know that when such a film touches religious issues, it will automatically be a sensitive subject. Look how The Da Vinci Code generated such heavy criticism. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Cult is a low budget film (seeing how bad the acting was and starring unknown actors). And that's probably the reason why nothing was brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this video I watched on Youtube not too long ago. In the video, the girl said that people are gullible to believe things being said to us. She stated that we should find the facts and not believe blindly in what we are told. I didn't quite understand what she was trying to say as the video quality wasn't excellent but after reading the comments posted by Youtubers, I realized that she was talking about - you guessed it - religion. In another video, she was comparing the bible to a Physics textbook. She said that the bible is somewhat like a storybook as it has pictures and articulating that the Noah's Ark is a fairytale. And to make things worse, the way she said it and her expressions were painful to watch. She was trying to be witty and it was aggravating, I would say. The video, of course, triggered a heated argument and comments full of vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we live in democracy. In a free country or whatsoever. But religion &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a touchy subject. Why did she condemn a religion to get her message across? Is it because she wants to find fame on Youtube? Or maybe she was just an average tween simply trying to convey her message? I don't know. But I do know that she is terribly insensitive and ignorant as she did not think of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not religious. I admit that I do not know much about my own religion. Aaaand I'm not good with words. I wrote all of the above based on my opinions and if you find it offensive, I'm sorry. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it awfully odd that I'm even blogging about this. I should stop now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you think it's alright for such movies and videos to depict such messages? Tell me what YOU think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-5158485915668623668?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5158485915668623668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=5158485915668623668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/5158485915668623668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/5158485915668623668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/08/r-word.html' title='the r word'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-6331169563589991412</id><published>2007-08-14T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:09:56.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>rain, rain, don't go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listening to&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Born For This by Paramore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pleasant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when it rains. I like it when it's dark and cloudy. I find it very relaxing. As weird as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to college yesterday for the new semester briefing. It was a total waste of time. Ms F gave a speech on the usual stuff and incidents. Ben and I realized that she "recycles" her jokes. Obviously, not many people were paying attention cos we were busy catching up with one another. It was nice seeing everyone again. So anyway, classes were supposed to start tomorrow but they've postponed it to next week instead. Woooooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought a pair of black skinny jeans! I've been looking everywhere for the perfect pair. It's funny, sometimes, how you ended up buying something from a place you least expected. So anyway, I told my sister not to get me the skinnies from Topshop and she paid for this one instead. It's my (much delayed) birthday present. She got me this nice necklace as well. Hmm, what else eh? Owh, my mum bought me two really cool waistcoats. And Marianne gave me a cute tee she bought in Alabama. Thank you! It's amazing that I didn't spend so much money shopping during my semester break. I get free stuff instead. Now aren't you proud of me, Cucumber? *proud grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love Paramore? It sucks that they're on MTV now. The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Plain White T's. Avenged Sevenfold. The Academy Is. Their videos are being played on the damn music television. I hate it. I can't find a way to explain it, really. In a way, it's not special anymore. It'll just be another band to a lot of people out there. And before you know it, everyone's a fan. They go, "Ohhhh, I'm [insert band here]'s biggest fan!" after listening to one hit single. It's bloody annoying. And it's scary how unreasonable I sound right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ares is taking forever to scan my songs. 38 minutes and it's only halfway through. What in the world...? Thank god for iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-6331169563589991412?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6331169563589991412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=6331169563589991412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/6331169563589991412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/6331169563589991412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/08/rain-rain-dont-go-away.html' title='rain, rain, don&apos;t go away'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-2699743359496951504</id><published>2007-08-09T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:06:20.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>i passed! i passed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: Niki FM by Hawthorne Heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mixed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I passed my exams!&lt;/span&gt; Well, according to &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt;, that is. Just like every semester, I don't go to college to check my results when they're out. Why? I'm a chicken. That's why. So anyway, I got 3B+ and 2B-. Yeah, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big fat B's&lt;/span&gt;. But I couldn't ask for anything more. I'm pretty surprised that my group members and I didn't get an A for Desktop though. But owh well, no C's this semester. And B+ for Media Planning! I'm still going to wait for the letter to be delivered to my mum. Just for confirmation. And consolation. Tee-hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He called yesterday. And I didn't answer the phone. I'm not trying to avoid him. At least I'd like to think that I'm not. But who am I kidding? I&lt;em&gt; am&lt;/em&gt;. My friend thinks I'm a witch for doing so. But she doesn't understand my situation. She doesn't see him like how I witnessed what sort of person he really is. But I don't blame her. She's not the only one. &lt;strong&gt;I don't hate him&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm just not comfortable around him. He brought back memories. Memories I don't want to recall. I was tolerant with how things were. But in the end, I guess I was just not tolerant enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-2699743359496951504?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2699743359496951504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=2699743359496951504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/2699743359496951504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/2699743359496951504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-passed-i-passed.html' title='i passed! i passed!'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-1869399561453643415</id><published>2007-08-07T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:06:01.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>kevin's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Under Pressure by David Bowie and Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: energetic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;strike&gt;21st&lt;/strike&gt; (fine, 20th!) birthday yesterday. A bunch of us had dinner at Shakey's in OU. Hmm, I think there were 14 of us. &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt; came to pick me up at Kelana Jaya station around 7 and we met up with&lt;strong&gt; Mel&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Arthur&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Jeaney&lt;/strong&gt;. Kevin and the rest weren't there yet so we went to Secret Recipe to buy a cake for the old hag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin ordered a lot of food and we were so stuffed. We were happily chit-chatting when the waiter came with the 5th large pizza and we went, "Another one?!". Apparently, the waiter placed the wrong order and he thought we wanted 8 pizzas. Geez loiuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam dropped me back all the way to Ampang. Thank you! But I felt so bad. Maybe it's time I ask my mum to get me a car. It's so troublesome to depend on my friends whenever we go out at night and it sucks even more to take the public transport after college. But I doubt she'll buy me a car. Plus, I haven't been driving ever since I had gotten my permit. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home just in time to catch a Disney movie. Yeah, I still watch Disney Channel. So anyway, I don't remember what the movie's called but America Ferrara is in it. She was so young! And super curvy. I didn't get to watch the entire movie cos the &lt;strong&gt;ANTM&lt;/strong&gt; re-run was on. I seriously think Renee's one of the most annoying contestants ever on ANTM history. But then again, people like her make the show interesting. I mean, what's a reality show without drama right? And speaking of drama, I've been catching The Hills for weeks now. It's insane, really. I used to think Laguna Beach's a stupid show. Actually, I still do. The Hills is a bit more mature. Ok, maybe mature's not the right adjective but you get my point. However, when it comes to dumb shows, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can beat &lt;strong&gt;Sweet Sixteen&lt;/strong&gt;. It's like a must for the spoilt brats to be "surprised" with a car as their birthday presents by the end of the party/show. Or else, it'll make them look bad. It's so outrageous that you don't even feel jealous watching it. You feel disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, here are some photos taken by &lt;strong&gt;Eman&lt;/strong&gt; during dinner last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh9v83y2zI/AAAAAAAAABM/Pta7y2kbPWo/s1600-h/IMG_7887.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095961241117186866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh9v83y2zI/AAAAAAAAABM/Pta7y2kbPWo/s320/IMG_7887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; That's Kevin grinning cheekily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095951951102925522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh1TM3y2tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3U0jVihLk2g/s320/IMG_7892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He's wishing for unlimited wishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh1TM3y2tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3U0jVihLk2g/s1600-h/IMG_7892.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh3JM3y2uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VXzvITGzwKc/s1600-h/IMG_7897.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095953978327489250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh3JM3y2uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VXzvITGzwKc/s320/IMG_7897.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then, he decided to spit on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RriAvM3y20I/AAAAAAAAABU/Dglg4_cbivI/s1600-h/IMG_7898.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095964526767168322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/RriAvM3y20I/AAAAAAAAABU/Dglg4_cbivI/s320/IMG_7898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, not the small ones too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh6PM3y2wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nc63GdrTksI/s1600-h/IMG_7918.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095957379941587714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh6PM3y2wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nc63GdrTksI/s320/IMG_7918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But we ate it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh8bs3y2xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pd13r7DUuB8/s1600-h/IMG_7920.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095959793713208082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh8bs3y2xI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pd13r7DUuB8/s320/IMG_7920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All of us, minus Kah Meng and Eman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh86s3y2yI/AAAAAAAAABE/ezuNeoJ2_qU/s1600-h/IMG_7931.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095960326289152802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh86s3y2yI/AAAAAAAAABE/ezuNeoJ2_qU/s320/IMG_7931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The girls and Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-1869399561453643415?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1869399561453643415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=1869399561453643415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/1869399561453643415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/1869399561453643415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/08/kevins-birthday.html' title='kevin&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-H4_G3V_8iQ/Rrh9v83y2zI/AAAAAAAAABM/Pta7y2kbPWo/s72-c/IMG_7887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1267906502993098475.post-8547505547398603243</id><published>2007-08-06T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:04:58.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>and she's back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: Love Me by National Product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: troubled.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I decided to blog again. I kinda miss writing. I don't know how long this blog's going to last this time though. &lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;. The reason why I moved my blog is because I found out that many people were reading &lt;em&gt;lipstique&lt;/em&gt; and I'm not too comfortable with that. Now, only my close friends know the existence of this new one. And people I'm comfortable with as well. Basically, I'm trying to keep it as private as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, my mind's pretty blank right now. Because I'm &lt;strike&gt;kinda&lt;/strike&gt; dead worried. I heard from the boys that our results might be out today. I really &lt;em&gt;don't &lt;/em&gt;wanna know how I did. Well, I know - for sure - that I did pretty badly. Besides the fact that I procrastinated, all 5 papers last semester were tough. Especially Media Planning. That has to be the shittiest subject ever. Not to forget, we had a shitty lecturer. I hope I'm not getting sued for writing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, my internet connection kept getting disconnected. Thank god for the new blogger-saves-your-draft-automatically system. Or whatever it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should get some sleep now. It's already 4 am but it states a different time below. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does anyone know how I can change the time zone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1267906502993098475-8547505547398603243?l=omgjasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8547505547398603243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1267906502993098475&amp;postID=8547505547398603243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/8547505547398603243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1267906502993098475/posts/default/8547505547398603243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omgjasmine.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-is-back.html' title='and she&apos;s back.'/><author><name>Crazy Jazzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03580063887224114736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u291/xlipstiquex/mebeach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
