<?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-4664965483080669333</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:05:51.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write it, Live it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-459605290749826481</id><published>2008-05-19T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:24:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I iwsh upon a star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MADE OF HONOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its movies like these ( romantic comedies) that sometimes make me question &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if life as a single is really as fun as it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We all need someone at some point in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to be there to love,care and most importantly talk to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you are single, the people you seek out are your friends and families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But there comes a time when you want something different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;something special,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;something unique in a sense that he/she belongs to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and only you.&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"sigh" sometimes i wish i had that somebody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then i think about my other single friends and i realise, what am i sighing about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its not like my life is over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i still have a long way to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;instead of sitting away and sulking and wishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we should get out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make the most of the day and who knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MR RIGHT!!&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anything is possible and that is the whole truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and nothing but the truth.&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/4664965483080669333-459605290749826481?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/459605290749826481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=459605290749826481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/459605290749826481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/459605290749826481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-iwsh-upon-star.html' title='I iwsh upon a star'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-3979083227933697099</id><published>2008-05-17T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:15:14.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EyeCandy</title><content type='html'>SO!! SO!! SO!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it, i am quite high at the moment. Probably because i had such fun staying overnight and also because i slept so comfortably and finally had my shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason for this post is to talk about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt; or should i say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eye candies&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there is a difference between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt; and crush so don't go jumping to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eye candies&lt;/span&gt; and they are from two different clubs. I don't want to elaborate more or one of them will become very obvious who he is. Lets just say he is super cute, handsome and FUNNY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is may i say could be morphing slowly into a crush. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isyah&lt;/span&gt;...focus on your studies GIRL!!&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me" if i had the chance to get closer to him, would i?"&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i don't know. I would not want to do anything to ruin our friendship or what we have now. If by fate, it does progress, well then GREAT!! But if not, i rather be friends with him and see him then not see him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;actually after reading through this whole post, i find it a bit nonsense.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-3979083227933697099?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3979083227933697099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=3979083227933697099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3979083227933697099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3979083227933697099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/05/eyecandy.html' title='EyeCandy'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-3439155071012122164</id><published>2008-05-08T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:58:29.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISH ISH SQUIRM</title><content type='html'>OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Today is my ENDOSCOPY appointment. " squirms "&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but feel nervous. The thought of sticking a tube down my throat to see the internal of my stomach is just " UUGH ".&lt;br /&gt;Even though i will be under anesthetic throughout the procedure. I cannot help but think what if something goes wrong. Although its just a simple procedure..AAHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so paranoid. Wish me luck and pray nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;"TOUCH WOOD"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-3439155071012122164?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3439155071012122164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=3439155071012122164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3439155071012122164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3439155071012122164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/05/ish-ish-squirm.html' title='ISH ISH SQUIRM'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-2485041996709040830</id><published>2008-05-07T23:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:15.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class-Kukus</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when projects are done and over with and we get good feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHJu2eUxQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dUSTF_GrwLE/s1600-h/IMG000022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657251696133378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHJu2eUxQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dUSTF_GrwLE/s200/IMG000022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHJvGeUxRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/P-0Edc-NyHs/s1600-h/IMG000023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657255991100690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHJvGeUxRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/P-0Edc-NyHs/s200/IMG000023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHJvmeUxSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mJQSJX61ZS0/s1600-h/IMG000024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657264581035298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHJvmeUxSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mJQSJX61ZS0/s200/IMG000024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHJv2eUxTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iRwTvAefma8/s1600-h/IMG000025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657268876002610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHJv2eUxTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/iRwTvAefma8/s200/IMG000025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHJv2eUxUI/AAAAAAAAAU0/sgc9rGrjwFs/s1600-h/IMG000026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657268876002626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHJv2eUxUI/AAAAAAAAAU0/sgc9rGrjwFs/s200/IMG000026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHKLWeUxVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0_FzLrUa7Wk/s1600-h/IMG000027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657741322405202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHKLWeUxVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/0_FzLrUa7Wk/s200/IMG000027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHKL2eUxWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VpZGidl3fvY/s1600-h/IMG000028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657749912339810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHKL2eUxWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VpZGidl3fvY/s200/IMG000028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHKMGeUxXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/lPjRRPYJkJo/s1600-h/IMG000029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657754207307122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHKMGeUxXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/lPjRRPYJkJo/s200/IMG000029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHKMWeUxYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/l2-kTi1aoOM/s1600-h/IMG000030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657758502274434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHKMWeUxYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/l2-kTi1aoOM/s200/IMG000030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHKMWeUxZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SMlIxmdt5IE/s1600-h/IMG000031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197657758502274450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHKMWeUxZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SMlIxmdt5IE/s200/IMG000031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHMsmeUxaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/du0F57FRev4/s1600-h/IMG000032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197660511576311202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHMsmeUxaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/du0F57FRev4/s200/IMG000032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHMs2eUxbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/equdbIcsR_Q/s1600-h/IMG000034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197660515871278514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHMs2eUxbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/equdbIcsR_Q/s200/IMG000034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHMtGeUxcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/D4xTSFmp594/s1600-h/IMG000035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197660520166245826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHMtGeUxcI/AAAAAAAAAV0/D4xTSFmp594/s200/IMG000035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my darling amanda:&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything goes ok for you.Thats all i can say. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-2485041996709040830?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2485041996709040830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=2485041996709040830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2485041996709040830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2485041996709040830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/05/class-kukus.html' title='Class-Kukus'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHJu2eUxQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dUSTF_GrwLE/s72-c/IMG000022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-2672466206491381225</id><published>2008-05-05T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:59:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictive tunes</title><content type='html'>Akasha..see..you got me addicted to this song now, ever since you played it. Now you put it in my phone. Purposely RIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zzaH6RZchO"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zzaH6RZchO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-2672466206491381225?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2672466206491381225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=2672466206491381225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2672466206491381225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2672466206491381225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/05/addictive-tunes.html' title='Addictive tunes'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-8911204301435433990</id><published>2008-05-04T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:00:28.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secretary Rocks!!</title><content type='html'>In case you did not already know.&lt;br /&gt;I was posted to Honorary Assistant General Secretary. I am extremely elated because i wanted to be a Secretary, but i did not expect to jump so high so fast. ITS OK!&lt;br /&gt;I will take this job full on with full dedication and prove myself worthy for this position. I hope i can do a good job for Christie.&lt;br /&gt;Christie is my "boss" aka Honorary General Secretary. She is the one showing me the ropes. I think she is an extremely pretty girl..sorry..i mean lady. I am so glad to be working with her. We have a few similar interests which makes bonding totally easier. I love my secretary family which includes Ashraf, Minsi and Sarah. Although i have not met sarah yet, i am very happy with my other mates. Minsi is a very cute girl and is so easy to communicate with her. ASHRAF!! OMG!! He is extremely adorable i tell you, although he has this blur look, he always makes me laugh and he is really a nice boy at heart. Oh and when we go shopping, he is so observant and does not complain at all. Thanks to his sister, he is accustomed to going shopping. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn fast for this job and really be on task. Time management is vital and i especially need a planner now. Thank God for Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;this is totally out of topic but...&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to Charles &amp;amp; Keith Shoes (esp sandals) and Topshop clothes.&lt;br /&gt;such a guilty habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-8911204301435433990?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8911204301435433990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=8911204301435433990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/8911204301435433990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/8911204301435433990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/05/secretary-rocks.html' title='Secretary Rocks!!'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-2578223557767802408</id><published>2008-05-03T22:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:16.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Outing :)</title><content type='html'>So today was the class outing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;. I nearly could not go.&lt;br /&gt;You see, our bedrooms (mine &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;taufiq&lt;/span&gt;)are being renovated. The contractor had just installed the cupboards, so my mom was bugging me to move all my clothes and other stuff back into the cupboards so the house would look more presentable. Also, we had to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; to get my new bed and then next to EXPO to get our flat screen TVs for the bedrooms.&lt;br /&gt;But i practically cried in front of my mom to let me go to the outing. I have turned down so many, i just could not bear to cancel another. Plus i could use the break from a lot of things. Most pressing were the Projects.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;. The first thing i did when we arrived was get a air brushed tattoo of Pegasus on the back of my shoulder. Celeste got a star which i think really suits her...there is just something so luring about it. Wei Ting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sook&lt;/span&gt; Han got letters of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bfs&lt;/span&gt;. And then it was swimming and sun tanning time. Personally, i don't like to tan. I just like to lie in the sand at the water's edge and soak up the water and sun.Sounds a lot like tanning i know, but the difference is, i don't put on tanning oil and i don't care about tan lines. The only thing i focus on is burning my face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;. I like a tinge of red on my face, it gives my face colour. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt;, you sound like such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vain pot&lt;/span&gt; right now!)&lt;br /&gt;But on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;irritated&lt;/span&gt; note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hazman&lt;/span&gt;, i am totally irritated by what you said. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;..maybe its nothing offensive or anything, its just a request. But still that request pissed me off especially the tone. You think what, i purposely did it is it!! My pants was stolen from me OK! i had sand in it and it was extremely uncomfortable so i took it off in the sea to rinse it and the girls snatched it. SO what do you expect me to do. SIT IN THE WATER FOREVER!!&lt;br /&gt;Please, if i wanted to strip, i would have done it first thing. Don't flatter yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;okok&lt;/span&gt;...i don't want to get so worked up over something so minor. The coolest thing of that day was probably dinner time. REGINA CAME!! she made the effort to come even with her twisted ankle...how sweet of her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;celeste&lt;/span&gt;, you are just so hyper all the time...next time we go clubbing together, i will videotape you. SO adorable.&lt;br /&gt;VIVIEN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ANG&lt;/span&gt; CI EN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...i know i know its actually Vivien &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Rong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Xiang&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry girls, i keep mixing up the last names between the two of you. Silly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kuku&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left around 10pm to go home. I was fully expecting a scolding from my mom because she was quite angry that i chose to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; instead. But in the end, nothing happened, instead my mom was all sweet asking me to sleep in her room with her and that she can help me with the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;vicks&lt;/span&gt;" for my cough. I was rather surprised, but i guess i have my darling brother to thank for. He helped explain things to my mom for me and so she let me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW SWEET!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHBi2eUxII/AAAAAAAAATU/fIfWiZYDseg/s1600-h/DSC09383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197648249444680834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHBi2eUxII/AAAAAAAAATU/fIfWiZYDseg/s200/DSC09383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHBjGeUxJI/AAAAAAAAATc/cn7Xmek-ox0/s1600-h/DSC09397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197648253739648146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHBjGeUxJI/AAAAAAAAATc/cn7Xmek-ox0/s200/DSC09397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHBjmeUxKI/AAAAAAAAATk/XdsC-ckE2ew/s1600-h/DSC09398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197648262329582754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHBjmeUxKI/AAAAAAAAATk/XdsC-ckE2ew/s200/DSC09398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHBkGeUxLI/AAAAAAAAATs/1kGbQ1SW6jw/s1600-h/DSC09392(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197648270919517362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHBkGeUxLI/AAAAAAAAATs/1kGbQ1SW6jw/s200/DSC09392(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHBkWeUxMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BUPwFEhtvgg/s1600-h/DSC09414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197648275214484674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHBkWeUxMI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BUPwFEhtvgg/s200/DSC09414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-2578223557767802408?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2578223557767802408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=2578223557767802408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2578223557767802408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2578223557767802408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/05/class-outing-d.html' title='Class Outing :)'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SCHBi2eUxII/AAAAAAAAATU/fIfWiZYDseg/s72-c/DSC09383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-3533178097850319170</id><published>2008-05-01T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:22:01.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole Lotta (updated)</title><content type='html'>HI HI&lt;br /&gt;Yes i know i have not updated in a while. Its just that every time i want to update, i end up backspacing and closing the browser. I am just either not in the mood or feel that it is just not blogger material. But who cares. I am just going to do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, i want to explain what is the blog to me and why i choose to write what i write. I feel that to me, this blog is mainly a place where i can write however i want and feel like. As i write, i reflect on what i write and that is so important to me. For example, whenever i have accomplishments in my life that mean a big deal to me, i so want to put them in writing but i only put some and not all. I feel like i would be bragging and to tell you the truth, sometimes, i just really want the whole world to know. But one has to be humble or one will have no friends which brings me on to my next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DEAREST DARLING FRIENDS!!&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends : Regina, Celeste, Vivien!! They mean the world to me, but i just feel i am not spending enough time with them or trying hard enough to be them. Ever since i started school, joined SPSU, got a new camp "family" and started classes. I feel like i don't know my priorities anymore. I mean family always come first of course. but next is friends and school. But sometimes i just feel so torn. Its not the people its all me. I can be very paranoid. Let me give you an example: the other day was the Oops! Lollipop event at MOS! I promised to meet the girls but instead i ended up being late and meeting Khabir and going with him to MOS. Then later, when i finally met the girls i ended leaving them for my camp "family". I felt so guilty for not being with them and leaving them for others. Even now as i type, i feel mean for referring to Khabir and my "family" as others. So you see i am actually quite a paranoid person. Bad habit. I wish i could tone down. Enough gibberish..i am probably sending you to sleep by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next will be my school schedule. I love thursdays..i hate fridays. I love thursday because of the module classes i have. I hate fridays because of the arrangement of classes. Seriously, if you give me a four hour break in between classes, i  would be so turned off to go after the break is over. Plus its not that i do not like the modules, but friday just seems so long winded and depressing. Whereas compared to thursdays, i laugh more and smile more on thursdays. Luckily, all my days are enjoyable thanks to my ever loving classmates, especially Amanda and Clarine. They are the two nicest girls ever and obviously they make me feel so at home that i do not see the need to tone down my craziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..a lot of people have been bugging me to update especially since i said i would. So i am updating. And there are going to be many more posts. COS I AM SO IN THE MOOD TO UPDATE! But now..i forgot what i wanted to update about..hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA...sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, their will be other updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-3533178097850319170?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3533178097850319170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=3533178097850319170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3533178097850319170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3533178097850319170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/05/whole-lotta.html' title='A whole Lotta (updated)'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-1181001580174630486</id><published>2008-04-22T22:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:39:49.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suay Suay Kena</title><content type='html'>Here i am sitting away on my chair in front of my laptop typing away and shivering. Its actually quite warm but the reason i am shivering is because i am sick...again!&lt;br /&gt;I know i know...i am such a weakling right. but this is a total different kind of sick.&lt;br /&gt;Its an allergy reaction with a throat infection and fever all together.How Unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to see the doctor today after which i met up with dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taufiq&lt;/span&gt; and watched the movie : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Forbidden Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have to say..the fight scenes are very nice and the movie is quite entertaining in terms of comedy and actors and actresses. The storyline was nice but i had the impression that the director was rushing the movie. Like it was too fast moving for my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 STARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on a happier note, i finally got my award from school. Apparently i got Top for my English in the 'o' levels for the whole school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; i know i sound like i am bragging. I can't help it..i mean topping the whole level is total coolness. I just wish i could get back my composition paper as i feel that was the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; i have ever written in terms of content and storyline.Pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;please..the way i blog is not exactly the way i write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY MOM SAW ORLANDO BLOOM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-1181001580174630486?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1181001580174630486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=1181001580174630486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/1181001580174630486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/1181001580174630486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/04/suay-suay-kena.html' title='Suay Suay Kena'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-3426666341696368948</id><published>2008-04-20T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sleep like a pig according to my bunk mate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My eyes do not fully close when i sleep, which is rather creepy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't snore thankfully...but i do drool ( who doesn't occasionally )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am starting to get carried away with myself. I need to calm down and plant my feet back firmly on the ground.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a busy schedule ahead of me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FO, FOWA &amp;amp; RDC CAMP Rocks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go SHOPPING!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CANNOT WAIT TO GO TO LOLLIPOP WITH THE GIRLS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SA35Cuh9ddI/AAAAAAAAATM/BXrTDAWWK4c/s1600-h/DSC02132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SA35Cuh9ddI/AAAAAAAAATM/BXrTDAWWK4c/s320/DSC02132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192079770673575378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-3426666341696368948?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3426666341696368948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=3426666341696368948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3426666341696368948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3426666341696368948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-shit.html' title='Random Shit'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SA35Cuh9ddI/AAAAAAAAATM/BXrTDAWWK4c/s72-c/DSC02132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-2488389339707137564</id><published>2008-04-14T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:16.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshie Freshie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK..so like seriously, i never knew that first days of school could be such an expensive bore. I mean seriously, when i joined this course, i had the assumption that we would be focusing on human resource and psychology. But apparently human resource is not just about human resource. We need to study most of the basics of business and computing, for example: economics and principles of accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of principles of accounts, i had my first tutorial yesterday and i was not too happy about it. It has nothing to do with the fact that i have already studied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poa&lt;/span&gt; but rather the fact of the lecturer. She said that students with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poa&lt;/span&gt; background would be worse off than students without. And i was the only one with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poa&lt;/span&gt; background. I know its true, i mean students would end up slacking and become complacent because they think they know everything already. But still i mean..you did not really have to say it, its sort of like an indirect put-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as expensive goes, i have already purchased three textbooks and they are ridiculously thick and heavy.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I wish they had online versions but that would be asking for too much. No wonder my friend said i looked like a geek on the first day. With a high strung &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crumpler&lt;/span&gt; bad and laptop and thick books, who wouldn't see me as a nerd. Plus a bonus since i am wearing spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did i mention that one of my lecturers voice can send me to sleep so easily. Oh god, i dread falling asleep in class.It would be so embarrassing to be caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with all boring and well not so happy events, a happy event should probably occur. And it did.I got a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;. It was so spontaneous. We were just waltzing around in the phone store and i laid my eyes on a super nice S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amsung&lt;/span&gt; phone and i just had to get it. I asked my dad and he AGREED!&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;So the model is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Samsung&lt;/span&gt; i450. Its the latest phone, the music edition. No extra points for guessing the colour..RED..obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SAS5iosWyVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HrPdimLZHtI/s1600-h/phone+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189476675327805778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SAS5iosWyVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HrPdimLZHtI/s200/phone+1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SAS5i4sWyWI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZbIHE4A4abc/s1600-h/phone+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189476679622773090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SAS5i4sWyWI/AAAAAAAAATE/ZbIHE4A4abc/s200/phone+2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously becoming addicted to red. I need to tone down. My watch, wallet, bag and now phone is all red. But one thing is for sure, my hair is never going to be red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-2488389339707137564?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2488389339707137564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=2488389339707137564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2488389339707137564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2488389339707137564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/04/freshie-freshie.html' title='Freshie Freshie'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/SAS5iosWyVI/AAAAAAAAAS8/HrPdimLZHtI/s72-c/phone+1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-3598824153598464103</id><published>2008-04-09T21:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:17.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetie Pies</title><content type='html'>I am so super high the past few days. Probably because we have been winning and winning which is awesome. Today was another fun day. First was spice training and then lunch which had a little drama with the dessert aunty at koufu.&lt;br /&gt;My classmates went to order mango something...so she asked would you like milk. They answered loud and clear and in unison..NO! Then end up she comes back with milk. So the girls say..we said no milk..why you put milk. The aunty replied you said you wanted. So again they emphasised they did not want milk. So the aunty was like pissed off already, asked them what was she supposed to do. They asked to make a new one. The aunty considered it for a moment and replied with, " I am not going to. I have other customers waiting.I just give you back your money." And she said it all in a snappy tone.A bit too dramatic to me.&lt;br /&gt;Next was on to the special class that was only for DHRMP students. It was a briefing about DHRMP and what we should expect in the lessons. Then its was a personality test. Do you know that actually personality test always more or less come up with the same answer. They just jumble the statements around. And these statements are accurate for almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called the Barnum effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was our role play. Each class was given 30 minutes to prepare and 10 minute role play with 6 actors. We were to showcase what hr meant to us. We decided to do a recruitment scene which so did most of the groups. There are only 4 classes. All got prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;  WE GOT.....1ST PLACE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_7fvX-qi9I/AAAAAAAAASc/ClusR-aOsbo/s1600-h/DSC02111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187829825761086418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_7fvX-qi9I/AAAAAAAAASc/ClusR-aOsbo/s320/DSC02111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_7hP3-qi-I/AAAAAAAAASk/rjjpg4JJTtY/s1600-h/DSC02113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187831483618462690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_7hP3-qi-I/AAAAAAAAASk/rjjpg4JJTtY/s200/DSC02113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_7hQH-qi_I/AAAAAAAAASs/9tCo2uOugNY/s1600-h/DSC02114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187831487913430002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_7hQH-qi_I/AAAAAAAAASs/9tCo2uOugNY/s200/DSC02114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_7hQX-qjAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZUvCqlPg_sc/s1600-h/DSC02112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187831492208397314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_7hQX-qjAI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZUvCqlPg_sc/s200/DSC02112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-3598824153598464103?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3598824153598464103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=3598824153598464103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3598824153598464103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3598824153598464103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweetie-pies.html' title='Sweetie Pies'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_7fvX-qi9I/AAAAAAAAASc/ClusR-aOsbo/s72-c/DSC02111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-3551689432910947206</id><published>2008-04-08T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:18.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooo Laaa Laaa</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a rather lengthy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE SINGAPORE POLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because R&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;egina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Celeste&lt;/span&gt; are in the same school and many more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because my classmates are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The clubs here are like freaking awesome especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SPSU&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people here are just so damn nice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The obvious reason of course..HOT GUYS!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; but seriously speaking, Singapore may be an old school but it has the homey feeling to it. I don't feel out of place as if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; belong there. The people around me always make me feel at home and relaxed, so i don't have to worry about freaking out and being a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whacko&lt;/span&gt; because they will just laugh it off or join me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for School of Business, i don't know about the other schools, but i have to say that SB facilitators are like so enthusiastic and unexpected. Something funny is always bound to happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway..for the past two days, i have been having orientation. I got to know my class and the funny thing is we kept bullying our facilitator by throwing his slippers in to difficult to reach areas. He learnt his lesson and the next day wore shoes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We chose our class chairperson, vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chairperson&lt;/span&gt; and treasurer. And then it was onto most interesting things like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt;..which was today.I volunteered and we chose Wee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jiang&lt;/span&gt; to be my partner. He was so perfect can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;anot&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So today, the whole day was the competition. We got into semi finals but lost because i got his block number wrong. Funny way to be eliminated..i know.That round was where we had to see how well we knew each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya...i dressed up as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lolita&lt;/span&gt; and had bunny ears for my hair. And Wee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jiang&lt;/span&gt; dressed as a super dork who looked so cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did not win the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt; but we won something else....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;DRUM ROLL&lt;/span&gt;:........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEST DRESSED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_t98RTODWI/AAAAAAAAASM/i3zh5Z1ogbA/s1600-h/DSC02098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186877870236896610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_t98RTODWI/AAAAAAAAASM/i3zh5Z1ogbA/s320/DSC02098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_t98hTODXI/AAAAAAAAASU/sdZiLKlKc0s/s1600-h/DSC02100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186877874531863922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_t98hTODXI/AAAAAAAAASU/sdZiLKlKc0s/s320/DSC02100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-3551689432910947206?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3551689432910947206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=3551689432910947206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3551689432910947206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3551689432910947206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/04/oooo-laaa-laaa.html' title='Oooo Laaa Laaa'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R_t98RTODWI/AAAAAAAAASM/i3zh5Z1ogbA/s72-c/DSC02098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-6620912074100078092</id><published>2008-03-27T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:08:53.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No free bookings</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen, Guys &amp;amp; Gals, Boys and Girls....READERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be away for the next few weeks or should i say..i will be too occupied to be updating. So don't expect an update anytime soon after this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason Being : Fully Booked Schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;28 march (Fri) - 30 march (Sun ), School of Business &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FOC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;31 march (Mon) - 2 april (Wed), Student Union &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FOC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 april (Thur) - 6 april (Sun), Sports Club &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FOC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7 april (Mon) - 10 april (Thurs), School of Business orientation week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12 april (Sat) - 13 april (Sun), Weekend camp @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as you can see i am pretty much filled up except for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; which i am personally reserving for my mom. She is flying off again for another two weeks , so i definitely want to see her before i leave. I have grown quite attached to my mom, especially when we went on our holiday for a month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides what kind of daughter would i be if i did not make time for my family. A shitty one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; fer' sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh did i mention....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL STARTS ON 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; APRIL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-6620912074100078092?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6620912074100078092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=6620912074100078092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6620912074100078092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6620912074100078092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-free-bookings.html' title='No free bookings'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-570229710512826214</id><published>2008-03-22T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:13:27.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At this very moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;With each passing day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it seems to fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yet...as the sun rises,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My stomach plummets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am yet to reach my goal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to fully recover from this god-awful toll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it seems, that time is still against me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And...so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lie in wait for the day i may take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to step up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and be owned no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by my stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or more........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-570229710512826214?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/570229710512826214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=570229710512826214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/570229710512826214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/570229710512826214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/at-this-very-moment.html' title='At this very moment'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-8293830501270422403</id><published>2008-03-21T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:17:11.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Dad, Food Poisoning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-8293830501270422403?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8293830501270422403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=8293830501270422403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/8293830501270422403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/8293830501270422403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/five-words.html' title='Five words'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-3374455403038522674</id><published>2008-03-18T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:19.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today is like the first time in a long time that i actually spent so much of my own money. I tell you..its contagious to have an ATM card in hand...money is so easily obtained. But "whew" I restrained from too much.&lt;br /&gt;So i have bought a skirt from addict, a high waisted short (finally), a top from topshop, a black and grey cardigan (long overdue) and a black bowtie blouse. All together roughly about 200 maybe 250 bucks. I KNOW. So much right??&lt;br /&gt;Luckily its not going to become a habit.&lt;br /&gt;As i was on my home, i was contemplating if i should lie to my dad about the clothes as i was worried he would pissed off and confiscate some of my benefits like my ATM card and handphone etc.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's voice kept running through my head " once you lose our trust, it will take forever to earn it back." So i decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD THING TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;I received to total opposite reaction. Instead, my dad just laughed out loud saying " i knew it..i knew it". I was quite taken aback. But oh well..no scolding. ( wipe forehead )&lt;br /&gt;The good thing too is my dad approved of all my purchases..so WOOPEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and Celeste were extreme fun..we kept taking pictures with all sorts of kuku faces and gossiping about Singapore poly and the first impression it gave us. We went around like nobody's business, laughed out loud like no one minded and talked loudly in the mrt. Oh..HEY JASMINE...you talk very loud in mrt you know...HAHA..nevermind..i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9_QQlpyl5I/AAAAAAAAARc/9oRHMNqmYYI/s1600-h/lastscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179087079903238034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9_QQlpyl5I/AAAAAAAAARc/9oRHMNqmYYI/s400/lastscan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9_RsVpyl6I/AAAAAAAAARk/eGRDyAZK5dQ/s1600-h/DSC02091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179088656156235682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9_RsVpyl6I/AAAAAAAAARk/eGRDyAZK5dQ/s200/DSC02091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9_Rslpyl7I/AAAAAAAAARs/fteV4guQfgU/s1600-h/DSC02092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179088660451202994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9_Rslpyl7I/AAAAAAAAARs/fteV4guQfgU/s200/DSC02092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9_Rs1pyl8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/IhYrzdwOXKU/s1600-h/DSC02093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179088664746170306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9_Rs1pyl8I/AAAAAAAAAR0/IhYrzdwOXKU/s200/DSC02093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-3374455403038522674?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3374455403038522674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=3374455403038522674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3374455403038522674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3374455403038522674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/call-me-crazy.html' title='Call me crazy'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9_QQlpyl5I/AAAAAAAAARc/9oRHMNqmYYI/s72-c/lastscan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-8267730354127818</id><published>2008-03-17T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:36:47.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Based on my birthday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am very optimistic and that's why i always enjoy life. I am gifted in entertaining others. My friends love and trust me. I'll be the first one they come to to when they are in need of someone to speak their heart out. My love: sometimes i fall in love just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i want to be in love, not that i really like that person. We'll always be seen as a sweet couple but i cannot really get over my loved ones from the past. My partner is crazy about me because i am remarkably charming and romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some of it can be rather true...i hate to admit it, but line 3 is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; true. I finally fully understand my feelings and myself. And i am truly sorry to the guys that got involved. Please accept my sincerest apologies. I guess the cat's finally out of the bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As for the last line, well, that is definitely something i did not expect to see. But hey...let the readers or my friends be the judge of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But for now. i think i will just stay single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To steal a quote from one of my friends..." I'm single and ready to mingle" (or something like that)&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/4664965483080669333-8267730354127818?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8267730354127818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=8267730354127818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/8267730354127818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/8267730354127818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-that-me.html' title='Is that me?'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-4487637118869449993</id><published>2008-03-16T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:42:48.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk tsk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am fickle-minded.&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT!!&lt;br /&gt;WHo cares? Not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-4487637118869449993?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4487637118869449993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=4487637118869449993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/4487637118869449993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/4487637118869449993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/tsk-tsk.html' title='Tsk tsk'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-2729901187219577392</id><published>2008-03-14T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:13:43.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock RRING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The suspense is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to know..I just need to know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHO IS CLEO'S MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-2729901187219577392?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2729901187219577392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=2729901187219577392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2729901187219577392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2729901187219577392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/tick-tock-rring.html' title='Tick Tock RRING!!'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-4984970748752258952</id><published>2008-03-13T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:44:24.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haa--CHOO!!</title><content type='html'>A runny nose, sore throat, fever, and cough. These are but a few of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;em&gt;symptoms. &lt;/em&gt;Its all this darn rain..raining 12 hours straight. What a disaster or should i say monsoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I sure hope this song will help:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rain Rain Go Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Come Again Another Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Princess Aisyah Want To Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rain Rain Go Away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-4984970748752258952?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4984970748752258952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=4984970748752258952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/4984970748752258952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/4984970748752258952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/haa-choo.html' title='Haa--CHOO!!'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-5440032232853897960</id><published>2008-03-11T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:19.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in a million</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9kb91pyl4I/AAAAAAAAARE/GfC6vJfjJpo/s1600-h/coyote1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9kb91pyl4I/AAAAAAAAARE/GfC6vJfjJpo/s200/coyote1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177199995827427202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances that i see you three times in two weeks. Let me think...Very Little!!&lt;br /&gt;First, i saw you when i went for my medical checkup at Woodlands Civic Centre.&lt;br /&gt;Next, i saw you at Northpoint food court having dinner with your mom.&lt;br /&gt;And now i see you at Singapore polytechnic when i go to enrol.&lt;br /&gt;And i am pretty sure you saw me too because you looked right at me and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely amused by this coincidence and yet really truly intrigued.Is there any meaning behind this or is it just pure luck, coincidence and perfect timing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who read this post, please do not assume i have a crush on this guy. I don't. I just find it highly unlikely that this happens. Just voicing how i feel here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-5440032232853897960?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5440032232853897960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=5440032232853897960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/5440032232853897960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/5440032232853897960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-in-million.html' title='Not in a million'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9kb91pyl4I/AAAAAAAAARE/GfC6vJfjJpo/s72-c/coyote1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-2174398177876537151</id><published>2008-03-10T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:02:34.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new study buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="pdImageSlideshow" name="pdImageSlideshow" src="http://pc.toshiba-asia.com/notebooks/productimages/test/toshiba_slideshow.swf" width="500" height="440" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="opaque" flashvars="externSeries=3&amp;amp;externModel=1129" quality="high" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to my new laptop..or i prefer to say my preppy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt;.My dad forked out $1600 for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt;..which to me is considerably cheap..almost on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;par&lt;/span&gt; with the school's offering prices. I am so gonna take care of this computer and guard it with my life. ( what an overstatement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that it meets all the requirements so i don't think i have to worry about getting another. And although it is not as nice as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;macbook&lt;/span&gt;...it is definitely nicer in terms of what the school is offering, that is in my opinion of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till next time&lt;br /&gt;until then,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ogling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;of course, its always nicer in real life :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-2174398177876537151?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2174398177876537151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=2174398177876537151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2174398177876537151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2174398177876537151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-study-buddy.html' title='new study buddy'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-1204336298544531191</id><published>2008-03-09T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:53:26.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why oh why, was Manchester United so unlucky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why oh why, did Manchester United lose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-1204336298544531191?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1204336298544531191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=1204336298544531191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/1204336298544531191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/1204336298544531191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-3255844815736909958</id><published>2008-03-08T22:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:20.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay Carumba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9PcK1pyl2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PoYfzsN5PY4/s1600-h/DSC02029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175722475537995618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9PcK1pyl2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PoYfzsN5PY4/s320/DSC02029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had such fun today. I felt like i had landed in heaven full of hunks and fun!!&lt;br /&gt;In case you wondering what am i rambling about, I am talking about the CLEO 50 MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELORS BASH at ZOUK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were games, food, bachelors,screaming-go-crazy girls (i am not one of them) and a flea market. I have to say, it was the first time i went to Zouk and not even for clubbing. I am such a good little girl. Sheesh. So anyway, it was so fun to watch the girls play games, swoon over their favourite bachelors, make silly comments and basically chitter-chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the main content, THE PICTURES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9PZLFpyl0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/5f7Ati_hbJg/s1600-h/DSC02011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175719181298079554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9PZLFpyl0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/5f7Ati_hbJg/s320/DSC02011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot...Hot..HOT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is my personal favourite. There is just something about his look that is so intense. I don't usually swoon over guys but in his case i will make an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9PaaFpyl1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/-jSUl2BocHc/s1600-h/DSC02010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175720538507745106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9PaaFpyl1I/AAAAAAAAAQs/-jSUl2BocHc/s320/DSC02010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;OH SO ADORABLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;His goofyness and look just reminds me of my brother and myself and how we are always messing around and goofing off without a care for the world in that particular moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A plus for his talent too. Plus he looks so different from in the magazine. I have to admit..he looked nerdy in the magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now i know why he is one of the bachelors. I swoon over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; him too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL THE BEST TO THE BACHELORS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY THE BEST HUNK WIN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know what..i feel kind of shallow saying that i swoon over guys. Is that wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-3255844815736909958?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3255844815736909958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=3255844815736909958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3255844815736909958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3255844815736909958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/ay-carumba.html' title='Ay Carumba'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R9PcK1pyl2I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PoYfzsN5PY4/s72-c/DSC02029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-6892087761114751464</id><published>2008-03-04T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:42:01.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To dream is to imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I  have the sudden urge to fly to Paris, France to see all the sights but most of all to go to the Moulin Rouge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wouldn't it be spectacular if i could travel the world instead of seeing it through the postcards i recieve from my mother. To be able to feel the power of truth, freedom,beauty and love. To live a dream so big that the world cannot contain it. Ah, what a sight it would be but alas a sight that is not within my reach yet.Time is money and money is everything in the world. So onward and forward to a future i know none of but can make to lead to my dreams of dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-6892087761114751464?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6892087761114751464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=6892087761114751464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6892087761114751464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6892087761114751464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-dream-is-to-imagine.html' title='To dream is to imagine'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-7796784278356970301</id><published>2008-03-03T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:22.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Joy</title><content type='html'>Family dinners are always so fun and filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R8uxjy0ycnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TjBjr6azO_U/s1600-h/DSC01992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R8uxjy0ycnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TjBjr6azO_U/s200/DSC01992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173423825461867122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R8uxkS0ycoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5oMriE3PZlE/s1600-h/DSC01993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R8uxkS0ycoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5oMriE3PZlE/s200/DSC01993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173423834051801730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R8uxky0ycpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sDojPr6lNUQ/s1600-h/DSC01994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R8uxky0ycpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sDojPr6lNUQ/s200/DSC01994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173423842641736338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R8uxlC0ycqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xyAYdvURKi0/s1600-h/DSC01995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R8uxlC0ycqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xyAYdvURKi0/s200/DSC01995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173423846936703650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R8uxli0ycrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Vbx_ZoMWBjQ/s1600-h/DSC01996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R8uyly0ycvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CsvwlDkYnnI/s200/DSC02007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173424959333233394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-7796784278356970301?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7796784278356970301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=7796784278356970301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/7796784278356970301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/7796784278356970301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/such-joy.html' title='Such Joy'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R8uxjy0ycnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TjBjr6azO_U/s72-c/DSC01992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-5881805254103652614</id><published>2008-03-01T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T19:27:44.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrgh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME FEEL INADEQUATE ? &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just be happy for me that i got into the course. No!! Instead you keep reminding me of how i did not get into mass communications because i did not appeal or i did not apply through the interview. Its always somthing with you. I always hear, you should have done this...you should have done that. &lt;br /&gt;I hardly hear the words i want to hear like.. Good for You or  I am sure the course will be great or something nice to show that you are satisfied but NOOO!! Instead i get answers which only tear up my self esteem and make me feel inadequate and inefficient. &lt;br /&gt;You want the best for me..I know. &lt;br /&gt;But do you have to put me down so much...is that the best for me MOM??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even as i explain to you about my plans. you have this distant look in your eyes..a look that is not very comforting to me. I cannot confront you about this because i know i will only end up getting scolded for being so defensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT what pisses me off most of all is that one line you said to me.&lt;br /&gt;" Aisyah, now you know, for the next few years, you must put aside your vanity and study hard. Know your priorities"&lt;br /&gt;WTH!!&lt;br /&gt;PUT ASIDE MY VAINITY!!&lt;br /&gt;When have i been anything but vain. Have i not always said to you : Studies first, Love( boyfriend ) later. Have i not produced satisfying results, i dare say, excellent results and here you come with this bullshit aboout me being vain. Do you know me at all ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much that hurt when it came from you..sometimes i wonder if Papa is the only one who is ever really happy for me. Just that one line did it...i could no longer stand in your presence..i had to escape, i had to run away so you would not see me breakdown..i had to call Papa for some comforting words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as i type this, i can still feel the hurt barrowing down deep in me. Sometimes you just say the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;I love you deeply, truly but this has to be the worst blow you have ever dealt to me.&lt;br /&gt;I may put on a strong face and smile but deep down, yoou have left a permanant scar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-5881805254103652614?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5881805254103652614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=5881805254103652614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/5881805254103652614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/5881805254103652614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/arrgh.html' title='Arrgh!!'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-2712354550231065661</id><published>2008-02-27T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:43:47.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have got to be kidding</title><content type='html'>I have like spent the day and almost the night cleaning up my room and ITS STILL NOT DONE!&lt;br /&gt;This shows how much of a disgrace my disaster bedroom is,seeing that i am a girl. And i am not even half done.&lt;br /&gt;Good Grief Girl!&lt;br /&gt;Put some backbone into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing about cleaning up is , i stumble across a lot of oldies from my past and some are very funny, especially my old class photos. Others are "touching" like birthday cards and graduation cards. ( which reminds me..i still owe them mine) How shitty am i of a friend to be lagging behind in something as important as this. Once i am done with my chores, i will be able to do the graduation cards. And i better make sure the end results will be worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;they say nothing lasts forever, i sure hope some things do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-2712354550231065661?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2712354550231065661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=2712354550231065661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2712354550231065661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2712354550231065661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-have-got-to-be-kidding.html' title='You have got to be kidding'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-5373663917472653857</id><published>2008-02-25T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:15:48.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its is my time of the month and i am having cramps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hate pain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-5373663917472653857?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5373663917472653857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=5373663917472653857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/5373663917472653857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/5373663917472653857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-6620933680166606294</id><published>2008-02-23T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:29:19.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well!!&lt;br /&gt;I can finally say that we have a new toilet bowl, in working condition too, but we unable to use until the toilet is fully renovated. Why did we need to renovate you may ask. Well our previous toilet piping was all screwed up and so was the flow of the water system thus making our toilet something foul. Thankfully, that is no longer an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger issue today, was our extremely dusty and dirty kitchen. I mean GOOD GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;We spent the whole afternoon cleaning up the whole kitchen, from the ceiling to the floor. The cupboards, oven, stove and so on and so forth. Boy was it hard work. But the greatest thing of all was that i did not complain once at all. I am so proud of myself, i mean, i always complain when i have to do housework no matter what. I am a lazy little bugger especially when i am watching TV. Today was something totally different and memorable. It was one of the few days that my brother did housework too without complaining. Today was just family picture perfect. I could not have asked for more, but i got more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and step dad had a private dinner tonight so me and Taufiq were left alone at home. We got the joy of ordering pizza's, renting DVDs and watching movies together. This made me realise that no matter how we fight, how we abuse each other, how we put each other down. I still love my brother dearly and always will. Put aside all the troubles, we have the laughter's, the games, the standing up for each other, giving love advice (hehe) and sharing tickles and hugs. The good points always outlast the bad. Thank god for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-6620933680166606294?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6620933680166606294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=6620933680166606294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6620933680166606294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6620933680166606294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/02/too-long-gone.html' title='Too long gone'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-8538477648222941327</id><published>2008-02-22T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:36:19.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pis-sed OFF!!</title><content type='html'>What is it with people and their inability to consider other people's feelings and comforts. I mean like what the hell...are they masters of the world that gives them some higher power to do whatever the hell they like. &lt;br /&gt;Its 9 o'clock at night and my neighbours are hammering away and the bloody noise is like echoing off the walls and rebounding, thus magnifying the sound ten fold. So i have every right to be mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-8538477648222941327?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8538477648222941327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=8538477648222941327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/8538477648222941327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/8538477648222941327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/02/pis-sed-off.html' title='Pis-sed OFF!!'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-8034532897378599744</id><published>2008-02-18T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:43:28.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh till you drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKA_LxHEyPo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKA_LxHEyPo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never been to Scotland..or not too sure about the way the scots talk. It might not be funny. But then again...neither did i and i laughed my ass off. Just listen real good and you'll have a good laugh. I gurantee it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-8034532897378599744?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8034532897378599744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=8034532897378599744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/8034532897378599744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/8034532897378599744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/02/laugh-till-you-drop.html' title='Laugh till you drop'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-7575046743005508541</id><published>2008-02-17T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:23.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ching-a-ling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I usually don't go chinese new year visiting because i feel awkward seeing as i am not chinese even though i speak the language. But i have grown to be more relaxed to the visiting although i was still rather hesistant when it comes to collecting HongBao. Plus there are quite a few chinese superstitions that i did not know about..so i ended up making mistakes along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the plus side, the company was great and so was the food and drinks. So i think all in all, the pros outweighs the cons and i am ready to do more. ( better not make it a habit )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R7g5abpYycI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YosqYvwncGI/s1600-h/DSC01938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167943698668374466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R7g5abpYycI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YosqYvwncGI/s200/DSC01938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R7g5bLpYydI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7GEy56Dqv-Y/s1600-h/DSC01941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167943711553276370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R7g5bLpYydI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7GEy56Dqv-Y/s200/DSC01941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-7575046743005508541?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7575046743005508541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=7575046743005508541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/7575046743005508541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/7575046743005508541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/02/ching-ling.html' title='Ching-a-ling'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R7g5abpYycI/AAAAAAAAAO8/YosqYvwncGI/s72-c/DSC01938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-1183808779524045600</id><published>2008-02-07T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:16:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish wish on a star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!!&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/4664965483080669333-1183808779524045600?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1183808779524045600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=1183808779524045600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/1183808779524045600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/1183808779524045600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='Wish wish on a star'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-6687595239035722675</id><published>2008-02-06T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:23.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Way Down</title><content type='html'>Well, i finally caught up on Gossip Girl. It is an extremely entertaining and meaningful series. The show proves that the lifestyles of the rich and famous are not always a red carpet. But then again, it is not exactly based on real life. However the more i watch, the more i see some resemblences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it all comes down to our choices. We all make bad choices which bring about these consequences. We are still human beings irregardless of class and family history. We make our own destinies and future, we choose to run our own lives and not let our parents run it for us. But sometimes, things go on behinds our backs and we have no idea how to deal with it. Trust me...i speak from experience. I want to trust my parents and i do...but for certain sensitive topics like the divorce, they always blame each other. I am supposed to be the child and they the adults, but sometimes, i end up being the adult and they the kids. A switch of roles may be beneficial for my future but in truth, i would rather wait my turn to step up rather then jump in head first to only end up drowning.Its a risky business to steer our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about the series is the jaw dropping actors and actresses. I have so many things to say about them but i will make it short. They are GOOD &amp;amp; HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people i know who watch gossip girl have said that Chace Crawford aka Nate is the hottest guy but i have to disagree. I personally think Penn Badgley aka Dan is way hotter. There is just something about him that makes him oh so desirable. But i am not letting my thoughts take me to the clouds. I am keeping my feet firmly on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R6sfkyCxkqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qpnGKUDj9kA/s1600-h/0000041825_20070801145023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164256114479567522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R6sfkyCxkqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qpnGKUDj9kA/s200/0000041825_20070801145023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ISN'T IT GREAT TO BE DIFFERENT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4664965483080669333-6687595239035722675?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6687595239035722675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=6687595239035722675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6687595239035722675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6687595239035722675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-way-down.html' title='Long Way Down'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R6sfkyCxkqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qpnGKUDj9kA/s72-c/0000041825_20070801145023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-2158691084039945005</id><published>2008-02-04T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:31:19.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Weaknesses</title><content type='html'>Sometimes its hard to be a child of a divorced family. Both parents want to spend as much time with their children as possible, but it has to be fair. If one does not get his/her equal share of child time, arguments could break out. Now that its the holidays, i can spend time with my dad and mom. But the thing is my mom is all alone at home and she often calls to ask me to go out, but i quite often turn her down and i feel extrememly guilty about it. Its just that the weekdays are for my dad and weekends for my mom. Also, the past one month and more i have been with my mom on holiday, so my dad did not get to see me for quite a period. Now that i am back, i want to make up for the time lost, but my mom also wants to spend time with me, but i cannot help but feel that its not fair to dad. So i turn her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its frustrating making the decisions knowing how the other party might feel. Its confusing, frustrating, straining and sometimes i just cannot handle it. The pressure of making choices and knowing the consequences following the decision just keeps building up and up. Am i in the wrong for wanting to spend time with my dad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am in unchartered waters here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-2158691084039945005?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2158691084039945005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=2158691084039945005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2158691084039945005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2158691084039945005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/02/sad-weaknesses.html' title='Sad Weaknesses'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-3073862503099496988</id><published>2008-01-29T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:02:50.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumbled Rambles</title><content type='html'>Its almost 9 in the morning and i am lazing away in front of the computer this early in the morning and blasting away music just in hope of speeding up the process of letting time fly by faster. As i read through my previous blog entries, i see a trend in my writing. I have the tendency to jump from one topic to another with no links whatsoever. Frankly it all seems rather messy and jumbled up. I should spend more time pondering over my entries and how i should arrange them to give them flow and rhythm to the words and sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a personal note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally entered my courses for my future studies. I cannot say that i feel fully safe about them. One part of me wants to get into &lt;strong&gt;Mass Communications( Np)&lt;/strong&gt; while another wants me to go to &lt;strong&gt;Innova Jc&lt;/strong&gt; for their arts. It seems no matter how good and long we think through our choices, there will always be doubts popping up in our minds due to the influence of others or the proven points from parents and friends.Its paranoia, a common feeling all humans have and it can be rather irritating when it comes to making choices as it affects our train of thought. But as for now, i am just going to accept fate as it is thrown at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-3073862503099496988?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3073862503099496988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=3073862503099496988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3073862503099496988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3073862503099496988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/jumbled-rambles.html' title='Jumbled Rambles'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-3735033467759720162</id><published>2008-01-28T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:18:08.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock My Mood</title><content type='html'>A rocking day like this sure rocks my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my camera back from repairs finally. Its back to normal in good working conditions. I missed taking pictures.Then as we were eating lunch in town, i saw a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caucasian&lt;/span&gt; woman wearing a hugging body top and her nipples were fully revealed. ( just the shape i mean)&lt;br /&gt;Me and papa were just caught by surprise and i said "whoa" and we just burst out laughing. She never wear bra is it?? Well if she did, it sure is doing a poor job of concealing her assets.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part would be when i saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UTT&lt;/span&gt;!! We were in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; and i saw him. He look ed at my dad and then me and we exchanged smiles. I got all jittery just then and my body turned to jelly. Such a charming smile. Also he has a really cool tattoo of a dragon on his left leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Mazlin gave birth to a baby boy this afternoon at 3.45pm. Congratulations to them. I have another nephew now and his name is Ian Alexander. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be another awesome day as i am going to town with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Regina&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have adopted a secret project for me to use up my time in the holidays.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-3735033467759720162?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3735033467759720162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=3735033467759720162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3735033467759720162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/3735033467759720162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/rock-my-mood.html' title='Rock My Mood'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-2296383830932890008</id><published>2008-01-26T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:40:53.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow Body Grow</title><content type='html'>A healthy lifestyle, a healthy me.&lt;br /&gt;This has finally knocked some sense into my head. I am eating and living healthier now. I eat three regular meals, drink more water and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eat &lt;/span&gt;fruits now and then. Occasionally i still have cravings for junk food and hey!! its no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; left is getting b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ack&lt;/span&gt; on my active route. I have not been jogging and doing my crunches. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;...i need to buck up. As i read through this, i sound as if i have a tight regime but actually i just go with the flow, i eat what i feel and do what and when i wish. I just keep in mind that i need to look after myself if i want to have a b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; life ahead of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-2296383830932890008?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2296383830932890008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=2296383830932890008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2296383830932890008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2296383830932890008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/glow-body-grow.html' title='Glow Body Grow'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-731005033649882393</id><published>2008-01-24T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:21:52.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight off my chest</title><content type='html'>I can't say how relieved i am to finally have my results. My blood pressure is normal and my heart is beating soundly. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: A1 :D&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities: B3 :)&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: B3 :)&lt;br /&gt;Additional Mathematics: C6 :)&lt;br /&gt;Science(Physics/Chemistry): B3 :D&lt;br /&gt;Principles of accounts: A1 :D&lt;br /&gt;Chinese B : Pass :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R4: 12&lt;br /&gt;L1R5: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a certificate of excellence which i find extremely hilarious. I never thought for once that i showed the spirit. What is even funnier is my mother seems to agree. Well, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; a good way to end my last year as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Riversidian&lt;/span&gt;. The fact that i would no longer be studying at Riverside did not hit me until this afternoon. I am leaving for good now. Its feels weird. Like a part of my life is over and the next chapter is waiting to be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone, Goodbye .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-731005033649882393?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/731005033649882393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=731005033649882393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/731005033649882393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/731005033649882393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/weight-off-my-chest.html' title='Weight off my chest'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-6664980207765224950</id><published>2008-01-23T07:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T07:41:16.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.M.G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s100.photobucket.com/albums/m11/Jasmine0/?action=view&amp;amp;current=heath-ledger.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Heath Ledger" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m11/Jasmine0/heath-ledger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heath Ledger was found dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was only 28 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He supposedly died of drug overdose or was suicidal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His latest movie, the sequel to Batman is due to release in June 2008. He stars as the Joker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-6664980207765224950?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6664980207765224950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=6664980207765224950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6664980207765224950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6664980207765224950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/omg.html' title='O.M.G'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-4945590816894107354</id><published>2008-01-21T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:42:25.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy Sleepy</title><content type='html'>I HATE JET LAG!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate my bloodshot eyes and eye bags. I hate waking up at 1 in the morning and staying awake till the wee hours of the morning. I hate sleeping in the day only to waste the sunlight away. I hate feeling helpless and lazy. I am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please can i get over my jet lag as soon as possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;I am covered in scratches now from Midnight. She is going through that phase where she likes to bite and scratch..HARD!! But i still love her :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-4945590816894107354?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4945590816894107354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=4945590816894107354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/4945590816894107354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/4945590816894107354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/grumpy-sleepy.html' title='Grumpy Sleepy'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-1834083279519798127</id><published>2008-01-16T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:45:23.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>Its tuesday, that means two more days till i go home. I can't wipe the stupid grin of my face and neither can my mom. I have been going shopping crazy the past few days and i am worried , i have to admit. Why?? Well, i earn my money. my clothes, most of the stuff i want, i earn them through my studies or housework. So if i do not do well in my 'o' levels, I AM SCREWED. (literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me put this way, i will have to pay back everything, and when you change uk currency to singapore currency, multiply by 3. Yeap, i am screwed. Of course, i could always not shop but i cannot help it. I am not a shopaholic thats for sure, but there come these moments where i have the urge to just shop. And its best that i have these urges when i am broke, so i will not spend unneccessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have been buying things for my friends, but i wonder what they think about it, because some are different from others, so i worry that might feel different or something else, maybe i am just being paranoid.We will see. Besides they are all going to get the same munchies thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taufiq and I came to like this band when we first came to Scotland. You can probably hear why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-1834083279519798127?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1834083279519798127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=1834083279519798127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/1834083279519798127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/1834083279519798127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-1404996194434660738</id><published>2008-01-13T02:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:23.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so ready to go back home now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so homesick. These pictures only make me homesick more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4k2-pA4FII/AAAAAAAAAOk/EyaA-bKWfhA/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154711698291561602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4k2-pA4FII/AAAAAAAAAOk/EyaA-bKWfhA/s320/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4k2-5A4FJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/A-Ghre7kKzI/s1600-h/DSC01144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154711702586528914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4k2-5A4FJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/A-Ghre7kKzI/s320/DSC01144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-1404996194434660738?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1404996194434660738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=1404996194434660738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/1404996194434660738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/1404996194434660738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/home-sweet-singapore.html' title='Home Sweet Singapore'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4k2-pA4FII/AAAAAAAAAOk/EyaA-bKWfhA/s72-c/DSC00853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-4864087618012272843</id><published>2008-01-08T04:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:25.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final product</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4UUgJA4FDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DjiSCse-Y_o/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153547891003364402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4UUgJA4FDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DjiSCse-Y_o/s200/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4UUg5A4FEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/itmbcjZ0gOw/s1600-h/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153547903888266306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4UUg5A4FEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/itmbcjZ0gOw/s200/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4UUhZA4FFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ne8Rpjt3Sa4/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153547912478200914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4UUhZA4FFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ne8Rpjt3Sa4/s200/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4UUiJA4FGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rFCWH2Yr9oA/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153547925363102818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4UUiJA4FGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rFCWH2Yr9oA/s200/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4UUi5A4FHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xvJYrhKcScY/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153547938248004722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4UUi5A4FHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xvJYrhKcScY/s200/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-4864087618012272843?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4864087618012272843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=4864087618012272843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/4864087618012272843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/4864087618012272843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/final-product.html' title='The final product'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4UUgJA4FDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/DjiSCse-Y_o/s72-c/DSC00833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-8914364008348825240</id><published>2008-01-07T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:25.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Tumtum</title><content type='html'>I had the most delicious dinner ever. I felt like i had died and gone to heaven. It was a Thai restaurant in Dundee. My favourite dish was the coconut rice. We had sweet potato fritters, a selection of starters, yellow curry with chicken, pineapple curry with prawns, deep fried sea bass with sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chilli&lt;/span&gt; sauce, baked salmon marinated in some sort of sauce. And then we had a delicious and huge dessert of sorbet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4KMOZA4FCI/AAAAAAAAANw/aIeufin9gx0/s1600-h/DSC01881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152835102525887522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4KMOZA4FCI/AAAAAAAAANw/aIeufin9gx0/s320/DSC01881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally gotten over my shyness of communicating with the adults. And when i actually do, we end up laughing and having so much fun. I am proud to say i have grown confident of my communication skills especially with Duncan, Jen , Maggi, Tom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Myma&lt;/span&gt;. As for the kids, it has only gotten better. Joel always makes me laugh with his silly antics and smart ass remarks. Eve is one cheeky girl, she catches on very fast and can make very good smart ass results. Like the other day, i was telling her about my girlfriends and i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" They are my friends and i go out with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!! Are you in love with them and dating them??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so caught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;offguard&lt;/span&gt;.I just burst out laughing and so did she. As for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;logan&lt;/span&gt;, well he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cheeky&lt;/span&gt; little boy. He always likes to hug me and whack my butt. I do not understand. Mu butt is always getting smacked from all sorts of people. Is it that appealing?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, he enjoys doing that and he is only seven, gosh, i sure hope he does not make it a habit.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-8914364008348825240?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8914364008348825240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=8914364008348825240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/8914364008348825240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/8914364008348825240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/yummy-tumtum.html' title='Yummy Tumtum'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R4KMOZA4FCI/AAAAAAAAANw/aIeufin9gx0/s72-c/DSC01881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-1915777637389456936</id><published>2008-01-06T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T04:36:59.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laa Dee Daa</title><content type='html'>Laa Laa Laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee Dee Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daa Daa Daa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh gee golly joy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help sounding crazy because i am. ( please do not call woodbridge ) I have been painting today. Yes i know..PAINTING!! I am not exactly talented when it comes to art unlike my mom. It seems i inherited her clothing style but not her art talent but for once i can say that my painting was as graceful as a ballerina in her cute pink tutu. I went ceramic painting with Joel, Logan and Eve. Steph, my stepdad and mom watched and joined in too. It was fun and totally cool. We passing comments all over the table, laughing , painting each other and of course having fun with our ceramic items. I chose a rainbow container which me and my mom decorated. Its lovely and i am going to treasure it. Its been glazed so it can look all shiny. Judging from the pictures, it would be hard to guess that we were actually fooling around because all of us are in our "zone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t178/alexandra_xx0/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00821.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t178/alexandra_xx0/DSC00821.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-1915777637389456936?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1915777637389456936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=1915777637389456936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/1915777637389456936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/1915777637389456936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/laa-dee-daa.html' title='Laa Dee Daa'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-6819471920616306905</id><published>2008-01-04T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T06:19:00.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D WHEE :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;ITS SNOWING AND ITS RAINING HAIL STONES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After my long wait, my wish and dream to see snow has finally come through. I walked through the streets of Union Street with strong winds and snow blowing into my face. I enjoyed it thoroughly. And the weather is expected to worsen tomorrow with more than 20cm of snow:D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a sadder note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My friends have gone to the chalet which unfortunately i cannot make. The one time that my dad finally eases up enough to let my sleepover, i cannot make it because i am overseas. I really miss all my girlfriends. I miss the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laughters&lt;/span&gt;, the chats, the gossip and the bitching about the way some people are. But of course i miss them the most. Its not the conversation but the company, and i have to say, i have never enjoyed myself more than with my current girlfriends now. I hope that they enjoy themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-6819471920616306905?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6819471920616306905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=6819471920616306905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6819471920616306905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6819471920616306905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/d-whee-d.html' title=':D WHEE :D'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-2314779532580580991</id><published>2008-01-02T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:07:51.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpstart in the new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s160.photobucket.com/albums/t178/alexandra_xx0/?action=view&amp;current=bny905.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t178/alexandra_xx0/bny905.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a new year. Its calls for a new start, a new change, a new beginning. A new me with new resolutions comes exclusively with a new blog. I am using the word "new" a lot. Can't help myself. Everything feels all NEW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01) I will not be so pessimistic about my looks.&lt;br /&gt;02) I will set my priorities straight.&lt;br /&gt;03) I will accept comliments as they come and go instead of brushing them off with a smart ass remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are but a few of my resoultions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-2314779532580580991?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2314779532580580991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=2314779532580580991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2314779532580580991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/2314779532580580991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/jumpstart-in-new-year.html' title='Jumpstart in the new year'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-5132983483771052333</id><published>2008-01-01T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:29.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madame Tussauds</title><content type='html'>One of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;highlights&lt;/span&gt; of my trip in London, was visiting the world famous Madame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tussauds&lt;/span&gt; Wax Museum. I enjoyed myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt;. The wax works were so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lifelike&lt;/span&gt; and we could touch them, hug them, kiss them and well of course take pictures with them. Overall, it was fun. Let me give you a personal tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BLUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience the glittering world of celebrity in "Blush", their star studded party zone. After sneaking past the paparazzi, you can mingle with Jennifer Lopez, Jennifer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Beckhams&lt;/span&gt;. You can also strike a pose alongside Daniel Radcliffe or the Queen of Pop, Madonna. The whirlwind life of the rich and famous is never ending!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kq4JA4EtI/AAAAAAAAALI/necNn3FY4Dk/s1600-h/DSC01673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150194792855507666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kq4JA4EtI/AAAAAAAAALI/necNn3FY4Dk/s200/DSC01673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kq4ZA4EuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pPIMlUOaYDk/s1600-h/DSC01676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150194797150474978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kq4ZA4EuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/pPIMlUOaYDk/s200/DSC01676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kq45A4EvI/AAAAAAAAALY/YextxQtVIbk/s1600-h/DSC01678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150194805740409586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kq45A4EvI/AAAAAAAAALY/YextxQtVIbk/s200/DSC01678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kq5JA4EwI/AAAAAAAAALg/DoQLeGGgB7o/s1600-h/DSC01679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150194810035376898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kq5JA4EwI/AAAAAAAAALg/DoQLeGGgB7o/s200/DSC01679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kq5ZA4ExI/AAAAAAAAALo/EgX0fhjvsqg/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150194814330344210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kq5ZA4ExI/AAAAAAAAALo/EgX0fhjvsqg/s200/DSC01681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3ks9pA4EyI/AAAAAAAAALw/sYaR_M3nHBE/s1600-h/DSC01682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150197086368043810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3ks9pA4EyI/AAAAAAAAALw/sYaR_M3nHBE/s200/DSC01682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3ks-JA4EzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZRdbBHj1WJ8/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150197094957978418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3ks-JA4EzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZRdbBHj1WJ8/s200/DSC01686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3ks-pA4E0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/8AIst8lFOY4/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150197103547913026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3ks-pA4E0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/8AIst8lFOY4/s200/DSC01687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3ks-5A4E1I/AAAAAAAAAMI/rdgYsq1ATOk/s1600-h/DSC01688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150197107842880338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3ks-5A4E1I/AAAAAAAAAMI/rdgYsq1ATOk/s200/DSC01688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3ks_ZA4E2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/chGy5lQmVVg/s1600-h/DSC01689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150197116432814946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3ks_ZA4E2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/chGy5lQmVVg/s200/DSC01689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kubpA4E3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/wAKcnz3QoM4/s1600-h/DSC01690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150198701275747186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kubpA4E3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/wAKcnz3QoM4/s200/DSC01690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kub5A4E4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UQ3MFDCAWek/s1600-h/DSC01693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150198705570714498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kub5A4E4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/UQ3MFDCAWek/s200/DSC01693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, you can share the adventures of the world's most loved pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow, in madame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tussaud's&lt;/span&gt; amazing replica of the pirate ship the Black Pearl, complete with the sights, sounds and smells of the sea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3pN7ZA4E5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/9eECxn04lio/s1600-h/DSC01677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150514806573765522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3pN7ZA4E5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/9eECxn04lio/s200/DSC01677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3pN7pA4E6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/-7PZPTU9r7w/s1600-h/DSC01684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150514810868732834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3pN7pA4E6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/-7PZPTU9r7w/s200/DSC01684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3pN8JA4E7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/YmTX76gHpAU/s1600-h/DSC01685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150514819458667442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3pN8JA4E7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/YmTX76gHpAU/s200/DSC01685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sport Zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the adrenalin rush as you enter the Sports Zone, where winning is everything! Weigh in with Muhammad Ali( I am a Flyweight) or compare your putting technique with Tiger Woods. You could be an umpire for the day as you make the final decision over a tennis match featuring John McEnroe! Or even test your penalty-taking skills alongside David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt; and other top footballing stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3pQCZA4E8I/AAAAAAAAANA/LQUNmvt2ljQ/s1600-h/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150517125856105410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3pQCZA4E8I/AAAAAAAAANA/LQUNmvt2ljQ/s200/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3pQCpA4E9I/AAAAAAAAANI/PPaioQ_zyJE/s1600-h/DSC01695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150517130151072722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3pQCpA4E9I/AAAAAAAAANI/PPaioQ_zyJE/s200/DSC01695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Royal Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past and present collide as Kings, Queens and Princes from all ages meet in our Royal Gallery. You can take your place alongside both Queen Elizabeth I and Queen Elizabeth II, as well as Henry VIII, Richard III and the Popular Princes William and Harry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3pRUJA4E-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/X2EUEwUkItc/s1600-h/DSC01696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150518530310411234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3pRUJA4E-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/X2EUEwUkItc/s200/DSC01696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Music Zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to be a pop diva or a Rock God? If so, the Music Zone gives you just that chance. Here you can star on your own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Beatle's&lt;/span&gt; album cover, accept a music award in front of an adoring crowd or even rock out alongside guitar greats, including &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jimi&lt;/span&gt; Hendrix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With such megastars as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;, Tom Jones, Kylie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Minogue&lt;/span&gt;, Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Timberlake&lt;/span&gt; and Christina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aguilera&lt;/span&gt; in the Madame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tussauds&lt;/span&gt; top ten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; musical tastes are catered for. So strap on your air guitar or hit the dance floor for a fabulous time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3qazZA4E_I/AAAAAAAAANY/5F-8I7eRPRo/s1600-h/DSC01697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150599331530150898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3qazZA4E_I/AAAAAAAAANY/5F-8I7eRPRo/s200/DSC01697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3qaz5A4FAI/AAAAAAAAANg/EK63MxpEZsQ/s1600-h/DSC01698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150599340120085506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3qaz5A4FAI/AAAAAAAAANg/EK63MxpEZsQ/s200/DSC01698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3qa0JA4FBI/AAAAAAAAANo/VM6ayjonPkk/s1600-h/DSC01699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150599344415052818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3qa0JA4FBI/AAAAAAAAANo/VM6ayjonPkk/s200/DSC01699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-5132983483771052333?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5132983483771052333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=5132983483771052333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/5132983483771052333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/5132983483771052333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/madame-tussauds.html' title='Madame Tussauds'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3kq4JA4EtI/AAAAAAAAALI/necNn3FY4Dk/s72-c/DSC01673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664965483080669333.post-6006989468101088122</id><published>2007-12-28T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:44:30.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3QO8JA4EnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ud9aS1TAb7Q/s1600-h/London+Dungeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148756700365853298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3QO8JA4EnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ud9aS1TAb7Q/s320/London+Dungeon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The London dungeon was a terrifying, dark and gruesome tour. Where unexpected things would jump out at you. You would be trialed and put to death. Where a kind of spray would spray you in the face. ( i know i was) It tasted horrible. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bleagh&lt;/span&gt;!! Where from no where water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; fall on you from above and ghosts would fall above you and swoop down making all of us scream. There were some actors who were dressed as the devil,ghouls,people who suffered the plague,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gruesome&lt;/span&gt; doctors who enjoyed taking body parts out of people while they were still alive. Mind you, the actors and actresses are replaying all the true events that happened in London in the past. Everything is true. (SHOCKING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;First&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Labyrinth of the Lost&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One way in....but is there a way out?&lt;br /&gt;Darkness claws its way in from all sides, mirrored walls reflect sinister figures, tunnel after tunnel but no escape. Time is running out, panic sets in, fear of the unknown rages inside you. Will you find a way out of this endless hell?&lt;br /&gt;Only the brave will survive, only the clever will prosper! Step inside the Labyrinth of the Lost if you dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place was full of mirrors, where you saw everybody and everything and would panic like crazy.Throughout the whole dungeon tour, my mom gripped my hand like she was scared i would leave her. And she kept pulling me back, it felt like i was walking in quick sand. I was laughing more than being scared.And i made a new friend there. Her name is Marian and she is from Greece. She was alone so i invited her to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3WD_JA4ErI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SrsI1EJhVvY/s1600-h/DSC01630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149166869742621362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3WD_JA4ErI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SrsI1EJhVvY/s320/DSC01630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3QRQpA4EoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kv8xWyzZu5w/s1600-h/labyrinth-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148759251576427138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3QRQpA4EoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kv8xWyzZu5w/s320/labyrinth-300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Great Plague&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1665, London is riddled with disease, thousands are dying in agony. Disgusting, gruesome boils, cries of panic and pain and shouts of "bring out the dead" fill the air.&lt;br /&gt;The stench of death is all around, London's population is rapidly dwindling, a cure for The Great Plague must be found, the country depends on it! Death collectors wander the quiet streets piling up the decaying bodies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bruised&lt;/span&gt; and pus-sodden sufferers writhe in pain whilst the healthy hide away.&lt;br /&gt;Navigate your way through the streets of London, past the dead and dying. Be careful not to catch anything and watch out for the seeping sores and vomiting victims! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The actors there looked horrible with all the scabs and their skin peeling away, it was really good makeup effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Great Fire of London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Fire of London rampaged through the city of London turning everything in its wake to cinders. Travel back to 1666 and experience the burning reality of the fire that left 200, 000 people destitute.&lt;br /&gt;Join the waves of anguished, terrified Londoners as they flee their homes and the choking, overwhelming heat of the raging fire on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; September 1666. Can you escape the relentless heat by bracing the gauntlet of flames?&lt;br /&gt;Experience the devastation the Great Fire of London caused, the buildings it destroyed and the pavements it scorched all as part of the London Dungeon experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fourth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jack the Ripper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1880's were a dangerous time for women to walk alone in London. A prolific killer frequented the dark alleys and quiet streets, preying on London's prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;A dark time has descended on London, take a trip back to the night of the 31st August. Retrace the infamous steps of the mysterious serial killer Jack the Ripper, just a mile from where his first of five murders occurred. Beware he may be skulking in the darkness, watching....and waiting....&lt;br /&gt;The impact and effect the vicious deaths had on the already dejected community was astounding. Learn the grisly details and injuries of each victim, the suspects and public reaction to the 'likely' killers all as part of the London Dungeon Jack the Ripper attraction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3QUUpA4EpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xkp7a_Fe55g/s1600-h/ripper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148762618830787218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3QUUpA4EpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xkp7a_Fe55g/s320/ripper2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;Fifth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweeney Todd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In need of a hair cut? Like it or not you're going to have one....Sweeney Todd style and there's always a pie if you're feeling hungry!&lt;br /&gt;Fact or fiction, visit Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lovett's&lt;/span&gt; pie shop before receiving a short back and sides at the infamous Fleet Street barber shop owned by the demon barber Sweeney Todd.&lt;br /&gt;As you take a seat in the salon of death beware of those lurking behind you, Todd's presence is guaranteed to raise the hair on the back of your neck! One final word of warning, try and keep your head whilst those around you are losing theirs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the story of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sweeny&lt;/span&gt; Todd. Victorian England is the setting for this harrowing melodrama. Benjamin Barker is living a simple life as a barber with his wife Lucy and his daughter Johanna when the lust of a judge throws all of their lives into chaos. The judge has Benjamin Barker deported to Australia, and it is many years later that he returns to England, under the pseudonym Sweeney Todd with revenge on his heart. He wishes to reclaim his family and punish the judge and the society who destroyed it. With the help of Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lovett&lt;/span&gt;, a pie shop owner who had known Sweeney and his family all of those years ago, Sweeney goes about seeking vengeance and reaping the benefits of that bloody journey.He becomes a barber and provides a extremely close shave by slicing off the customers head and the bodies and then made into mince pies by Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lovett&lt;/span&gt; who then sells them to the public.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know that they have made a movie of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sweeney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;todd&lt;/span&gt;. Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Depp&lt;/span&gt; will play Sweeney Todd and Helena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bonham&lt;/span&gt; Carter will play Mrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lovett&lt;/span&gt;. I can't wait to watch the movie. Its a part musical and most of the colours are black and white and grey. Dull and dreary to portray the sadness of the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last but not least&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Extremis&lt;/span&gt;: Drop Ride to Hell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You have been judged and sentenced and now must accept the consequences of your crimes and experience the brand new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Extremis&lt;/span&gt;: Drop Ride to Doom! Your heart pounds with fear as the hooded hangman gleefully guides you into position and your end draws near. Muster all the courage you possess as you step over the trapdoor and prepare for your own hanging!&lt;br /&gt;There is no time to scream as you feel the floor give way, your heart leap into your throat and you plummet sharply into the darkness below...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically flew off my chair and me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Marian&lt;/span&gt; screamed our heads off. It was pitch black and we had no idea when we were gonna drop. It really felt like hanging. Plus they were creepy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;laughter's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; sounds pulsating all over the room. It made my heart want to jump out. I was so excited i was shaking my legs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3QjDZA4EqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6qLJZPZYUEA/s1600-h/extremis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148778815152460450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3QjDZA4EqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6qLJZPZYUEA/s320/extremis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664965483080669333-6006989468101088122?l=withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6006989468101088122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664965483080669333&amp;postID=6006989468101088122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6006989468101088122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664965483080669333/posts/default/6006989468101088122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlove--aisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/beware.html' title='Beware!!'/><author><name>Alexandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179036228431495401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rb8_4qBsayo/R3QO8JA4EnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ud9aS1TAb7Q/s72-c/London+Dungeon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
