<?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-5890437501718500473</id><updated>2012-01-21T08:14:00.434+08:00</updated><category term='tired'/><category term='losers'/><category term='fast'/><category term='I also can water-bend'/><category term='I love Nur Natasha Zamam'/><category term='worms'/><category term='say goodbye'/><category term='I miss Kibum'/><category term='RAM'/><category term='setting the rules.'/><category term='hypocrites'/><category term='St. Trinians'/><category term='memorable'/><category term='agony and misery.'/><category term='Talulah Riley'/><category term='lucky i&apos;m in love with my best friend.'/><category term='flu'/><category term='anger'/><category term='confused'/><category term='happy for today'/><category term='mr.o why did you make me wait?'/><category term='blame fate'/><category term='twats'/><category term='Unruly Aspirins'/><category term='silent screams'/><category term='regret'/><category term='attracted'/><category term='Asyiqin you moron'/><category term='i'/><category term='Tumblr'/><category term='fate is no longer a joke'/><category term='i don&apos;t know myself'/><category term='on and off'/><category term='moomentos.'/><category term='worried'/><category term='Far beyond melancholy'/><category term='I still owe Audi a Large Frappe from last 2 months'/><category term='Me love KiBum'/><category term='thinking about the world'/><category term='let&apos;s learn english; what is this'/><category term='guilty'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='HanKyung is Hunky-ute (:'/><category term='dicouraged'/><category term='I now feel the deary absence'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='mixed feelings'/><category term='busy'/><category term='I miss Geng'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Happy birthday'/><title type='text'>I am my own best friend</title><subtitle type='html'>“So my dream isn’t&lt;br&gt; to become
the 'best',&lt;br&gt;
it’s to be someone who &lt;br&gt;I’m not ashamed to be.”&lt;br&gt;
▲▲▲▲</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>335</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-7033370228566311213</id><published>2010-11-17T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:51:43.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came back reading all my previous posts...&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I had a tough life back then. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And you can say, childish.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IDGAF!~&lt;br /&gt;IMMA FREE BITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-7033370228566311213?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7033370228566311213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7033370228566311213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-came-back-reading-all-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-7925263276033473828</id><published>2010-04-22T18:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:47:27.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BETTER TOGETHER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S9AzQ4pGqaI/AAAAAAAAB1A/SDbUOUpC_dw/s1600/P1010582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S9AzQ4pGqaI/AAAAAAAAB1A/SDbUOUpC_dw/s400/P1010582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462922713176123810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, as in, my studies are absolutely awesome. I did well in most of 'em. But today, just today, I screwed my NAPFA, Science Test and Literature Test. And for Project Work? It was awesome.  Sophia, I feel so happy! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, as in, the circle of friends, is really okay. But, I'm already a distant stranger to this person. I failed as a friend. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm useless. I'm pathetic. And like what you always say, you don't really fucking care, do you? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, as in, my 'happiness' is so disappointing. So upsetting. False hope. I feel so dumb, I feel so stupid. And I bet, most of my friends are sick and tired of me saying this again and again. But I can't help it. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still, I have to look at the bright side of life. I'm living life now. That's great. No, awesome. And of course amazing. It's okay if you don't disagree. I don't mind if you hate me. I seriously don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-7925263276033473828?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7925263276033473828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7925263276033473828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-together.html' title='BETTER TOGETHER.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S9AzQ4pGqaI/AAAAAAAAB1A/SDbUOUpC_dw/s72-c/P1010582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4834225639404716980</id><published>2010-04-19T19:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:48:20.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's not time that we need. Maybe, we need space to breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8xZZsAeEuI/AAAAAAAAB04/WLjpdNTEDCI/s1600/P1010528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8xZZsAeEuI/AAAAAAAAB04/WLjpdNTEDCI/s400/P1010528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461838745938301666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8w7p1Hb5hI/AAAAAAAAB0w/-1zzmu8vWFc/s1600/P1010559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8w7p1Hb5hI/AAAAAAAAB0w/-1zzmu8vWFc/s400/P1010559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461806037912512018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally emotionless right now.  And still practicing on the 2 songs. Sadly. But still. I think tomorrow's Music lesson and School Ambassador training are the only things that I am looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank all the lovely people who have been the listening ears. I appreciate it so much. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4834225639404716980?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4834225639404716980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4834225639404716980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-its-not-time-that-we-need-maybe.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s not time that we need. Maybe, we need space to breathe.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8xZZsAeEuI/AAAAAAAAB04/WLjpdNTEDCI/s72-c/P1010528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-5275436331354244619</id><published>2010-04-17T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:31:06.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVE ME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8m0xOwjuiI/AAAAAAAAB0o/IxDA1OGI6_o/s1600/P1010526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8m0xOwjuiI/AAAAAAAAB0o/IxDA1OGI6_o/s400/P1010526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461094781031791138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there some readers are desperately requesting me to update this blog. And since I have my mid-terms coming soon, I'll update not as frequent as before. So, I hope you'll understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got highest for Music in my class. (Big deal -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got full marks in English Summary Test. (Big deal -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moo and Miracle. (Happy for both of you though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speech Day; We were amazing :]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of watching people live with happiness and all you can do is just stand there and always wish that it was happening the same to you. Don't you think? Somehow, I'm the most boring person and worst friend ever. I feel useless. I'm affected, but I can't do anything to help you. I feel so bad. I'm always bruised and battered by your words. Why do you like to hurt so much? Great, everyone is really unlucky to have me as their friend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your lives,&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve any of you anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-5275436331354244619?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5275436331354244619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5275436331354244619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-there-some-readers-are.html' title='SAVE ME.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8m0xOwjuiI/AAAAAAAAB0o/IxDA1OGI6_o/s72-c/P1010526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-8975500444388755034</id><published>2010-04-11T15:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:50:23.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half of my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8GFpxwIqgI/AAAAAAAAB0g/2tutQjV7k8I/s1600/DSC05455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8GFpxwIqgI/AAAAAAAAB0g/2tutQjV7k8I/s400/DSC05455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458791176126114306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8GFpXLVveI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/nFfJpBoJgEo/s1600/DSC05722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8GFpXLVveI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/nFfJpBoJgEo/s400/DSC05722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458791168992460258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8GFoy9vNDI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/1F7PM3-q3Bg/s1600/DSC05720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8GFoy9vNDI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/1F7PM3-q3Bg/s400/DSC05720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458791159271732274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8F25Nm-IcI/AAAAAAAAB0I/pe5llzKCrDs/s1600/P1010341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8F25Nm-IcI/AAAAAAAAB0I/pe5llzKCrDs/s400/P1010341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458774948627489218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be back. Soon. If I'm alright. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine.)&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&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/5890437501718500473-8975500444388755034?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/8975500444388755034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/8975500444388755034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/04/half-of-my-heart.html' title='Half of my heart.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S8GFpxwIqgI/AAAAAAAAB0g/2tutQjV7k8I/s72-c/DSC05455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-984377845518976183</id><published>2010-04-01T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:02:31.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, now you cared?</title><content type='html'>I'm doubting myself every single moment, and I don't even know why. I can't really handle this. My life, my feelings and me pretending that I don't really care. I'm not being suicidal or something. I don't really wanna talk to anyone, for now. Because, it won't work. I'm not feeling happy in the inside nowadays. But still, I have to fake it, for them. For everyone. Everyone's also faking it, they're troubled. I'm troubled. And my heart is really tired. Literally. I just wanna run away. From everything. Really. I'm tired of watching people live with happiness. I'm tired. My heart is tired. I would like to thank the people who wrote my name as 'your best friend'. It really made my day. And also the people who made me laugh during this period when I'm not myself. I have nothing to blog about anymore. My connection to reality and the world is constantly on the brink of extinction. Everything happening around me serves as a no-big-deal to me. I might be MIA, or maybe not. I hope you enjoy your lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-984377845518976183?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/984377845518976183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/984377845518976183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-now-you-cared.html' title='oh, now you cared?'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1876728603317649271</id><published>2010-03-29T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:53:54.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEECHLESS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S7Cs0R_99YI/AAAAAAAABy8/JC2cbkFcUds/s1600/P1010153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S7Cs0R_99YI/AAAAAAAABy8/JC2cbkFcUds/s400/P1010153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454049162930550146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I'm currently facing now is troubling me. I'm so not in the mood to go to school these days, not like before. I have to face reality and forget about fantasizing. Somehow, my intuition tells me that someone out there is taking away my personality. I am overshadowed, green with jealous rage when I see other people around me so happy with themselves and making their own conversations, and one pROblem is, you're not there with them. The feeling of not fitting in, lik you used to, not anymore. There's alot of things to be happy about but somehow, some people just don;t want you to be part of it. And then, they will start caring. Amazing. Utterly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S7Cs2UsWPcI/AAAAAAAABzc/QRNgv2_pQh0/s1600/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S7Cs2UsWPcI/AAAAAAAABzc/QRNgv2_pQh0/s400/P1010150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454049198013300162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S7Cs10l-B9I/AAAAAAAABzU/-GQ-P6rW5EE/s1600/P1010164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S7Cs10l-B9I/AAAAAAAABzU/-GQ-P6rW5EE/s400/P1010164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454049189396613074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S7Cs1W1ZsmI/AAAAAAAABzM/lxoVMOxg4p4/s1600/P1010176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S7Cs1W1ZsmI/AAAAAAAABzM/lxoVMOxg4p4/s400/P1010176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454049181408277090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S7Cs1EWmxRI/AAAAAAAABzE/kPxESB8KVVs/s1600/P1010216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S7Cs1EWmxRI/AAAAAAAABzE/kPxESB8KVVs/s400/P1010216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454049176447272210" 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/5890437501718500473-1876728603317649271?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1876728603317649271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1876728603317649271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/speechless.html' title='SPEECHLESS.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S7Cs0R_99YI/AAAAAAAABy8/JC2cbkFcUds/s72-c/P1010153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1735537580885525451</id><published>2010-03-22T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:22:43.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Moan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S6dl6xZQ9zI/AAAAAAAABy0/G1zjWJOsY_Y/s1600-h/P1010124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S6dl6xZQ9zI/AAAAAAAABy0/G1zjWJOsY_Y/s400/P1010124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451437934321399602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March has been truly amazing, for now. Amazing because of the weather of course. Especially when it is in the evening, when you look at the sky from here, you'll see the lonely moon on one side, and the sun setting on the other side -  a colour transition of the sky from bright yellow to fiery orange to emotional blue and finally it ends with a dark sapphire blue. Amazing isn't it? Observations like these will get you thinking and realise, how wonderful the Earth is. Magnificent. I was really stunned when I Googled and out came the large numbers of problems that the Earth is currently facing. Increase by 1 degree Celcius and BOOM. I don't wanna die. Who does? Only suicidal humans who never look at the bright side of life and probably didn't trust life, not a just a little bit. Humans these days are total jerks. That includes me. I can barely imagine how the world turns into crap. 2012 is already happening slowly. Sadly. Everyone's been really greedy ETC. For the past few years, as I observed, most of us don't really care about saving the Earth, blatantly giving the "OH, the Earth won't die. Chill." kind of attitude especially during the Earth hour and Earth Day. I have to admit it. The commercials and advertisements being put up by celebrities around the world are guiding us the way, giving us a headstart in saving the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting with this topic because I remembered of my Green Consumerism Project. Yes, affected and worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the mushy stuff, the day I always dread has come. And gonna be over soon, in like 3 hours? School wasn't that bad, for the first day of a new school term. I'm really dreading about the change of seating arrangements part. But now, I ended up sitting beside Wilson, at my old place. Ms Tan is strategising about FF7, but she forgot about NUM7BER (Number 7). Anyway, Wilson seems to be funny. And I bet Natasha misses him, according to her twitter. But I have to get used to it, and see how it works for the first week. And Shaloha is sitting in front of me, beside Sophia. SOPRANOS! *HI-5* (retarded face) Oh and, I've been chatting with Sophia nowadays. Excessive hyperness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you can say that I've enjoyed my first day of school during a new school term. I won't be able to enjoy it soon, because I have to pull my socks and catch up with loads more of topics. I think, my Math has been improving. I did question on Simplifying faster than before. I took less that 3 minutes, rather 5 minutes. I've never feel so accomplished in my whole life. Legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you sit on me, people will think you are gay.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Electric Car / The Simpsons&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-1735537580885525451?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1735537580885525451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1735537580885525451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/morning-moan.html' title='Morning Moan'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S6dl6xZQ9zI/AAAAAAAABy0/G1zjWJOsY_Y/s72-c/P1010124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-5041906500917369484</id><published>2010-03-19T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:06:12.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're everything i know that makes me believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S6OHRaTOwdI/AAAAAAAAByk/WS9X92U6xe4/s1600-h/P1010109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S6OHRaTOwdI/AAAAAAAAByk/WS9X92U6xe4/s400/P1010109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450348707235938770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN READING MY BLOG? I doubt so. If you wanna ask about my performance on Thursday, well, it was awesome. Okay, so I think we did a great job. And it's our first public performance. The percussion performance by our School's scouts was really great. Really. It really make me feel awake after a not-so-very-long trip of sleepiness from school to Ngee Ann City.  Thanks and great job you guys. I think public performances are one of things to look forward to. I mean like, Oh my God, I love ESC! Despite of my daily rantings, saying that I'm so tired. Yes, I didn't think deep enough because i was too tired and probably which must have caused me to say, "I don't wanna go because I'm so tired".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S6OHQ3Js7LI/AAAAAAAAByc/38aXfMWv--k/s1600-h/P1010119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S6OHQ3Js7LI/AAAAAAAAByc/38aXfMWv--k/s400/P1010119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450348697800731826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, being part of a public performance is something to be happy about. I'm looking forward to coming choir, I always do. It will never bring me down. Really. Me, Karen &amp;amp; Sophia walked around Orchard and we were amazed at the branded shops. Because Karen &amp;amp; I just have a pathetic amount of $5 each. Yes, pathetic. And we really discussed and talked alot during our trip back to Tampines in the MRT train. My legs really hurt. I had to go in and out of the house 3 times. So, once I've reached home, I called Audi using my home phone to meet up to do Geography homework. And I only come home for the sake of the telephone. You can say that I have no prepaid. Anyway, walked to NTUC and walked back home. And Mum called me to meet her at some Night Market and guess what? I walked 'happily' there to meet her and came back home with my sore legs and my pink fingers. I got pink fingers after carrying heavy packed food. Yes, I live with a big family, for S-L-O-W readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's choir was really fun. I finally experienced underage clubbing. Joking. We literally danced and jumped around like maniacs when Mr Lim played the songs in his phone or something. And not to forget, we ended up perspiring. I can't wait for Choir Camp during the June Holidays. It'll be fun. I know it. I just know it. And I really hope that I can stargaze while lying down at the parade square with Karen late night till morning. And cross your fingers, I want it to be a 3D2N Camp! Even better, 4D3N. That'll be a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really depise it when it rains during the day. Really. I bet everyone's response to the rain is like, "Hallelujah!" or something like that. Yes, after 1 whole month of February hotness. Apparently, I hate going to school when it rains. I have to take bus and walk on those slippery ceramic tiles at Tampines mart after I alight there. I really can imagine myself slipping. And trust me, I will end up falling with the most retarded pose. Ever. Embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S6OHRg5uMLI/AAAAAAAABys/dq__06r9cls/s1600-h/tumblr_kvat1bzhv81qa8l6uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S6OHRg5uMLI/AAAAAAAABys/dq__06r9cls/s400/tumblr_kvat1bzhv81qa8l6uo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450348709007995058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really miss both of their faces. I've watched recent Super Shows without them and Kangin, it makes me feel super sad. I really did cry. Okay, now I sound like a KPOP fan. But at least, I'm not those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; obsessive ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-5041906500917369484?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5041906500917369484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5041906500917369484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-everything-i-know-that-makes-me.html' title='you&apos;re everything i know that makes me believe.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S6OHRaTOwdI/AAAAAAAAByk/WS9X92U6xe4/s72-c/P1010109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4025801431893556645</id><published>2010-03-16T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:50:10.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're everywhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5-JmNdoJ7I/AAAAAAAAByU/6hjNsLtczxg/s1600-h/P1000619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5-JmNdoJ7I/AAAAAAAAByU/6hjNsLtczxg/s400/P1000619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449225363683551154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-kiss's Bingeul Bingeul &amp;amp; SNSD's Oh are currently the most played songs in my head. And yes, I shall take back my words of SNSD, thanks to Sophia and Joshua. Yes, I know it's the holidays, but the thought of having to complete assignments made it seem that it's not a break, for me. For all of us, I guess. I don't seem to be in a holiday mood. Neither nor am I happy.  I'm constantly questioning myself, "Oh shit, what am I supposed to do?" I'm really clueless. Speechless, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's choir practice was fine. Everyone's talking about the Choir gathering at Sentosa lately. Yeah, I missed the fun. Obviously, I was too lazy to go to Sentosa. And the candid picture of Juraimi plus Hanafi's comment made me laugh so hard. Legit. So apparently, went to Uniqlo after choir practice to get the plain shirts for this Thursday's performance at Ngee Ann City. Be there. And trust me, Karen and Sophia are really amazed at Uniqlo. Amazed at the clothes of course. Who wouldn't be? And currently, I'm really excited for Thursday. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4025801431893556645?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4025801431893556645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4025801431893556645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-everywhere.html' title='you&apos;re everywhere.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5-JmNdoJ7I/AAAAAAAAByU/6hjNsLtczxg/s72-c/P1000619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1039342087343714606</id><published>2010-03-14T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:37:55.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're an idiot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5y8FjjskDI/AAAAAAAABxg/cSSgIJvyrbM/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5y8FjjskDI/AAAAAAAABxg/cSSgIJvyrbM/s400/P1010032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448436452841787442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are probably many things in this world that I really want. Really. It's what we typical teenagers want - more clothes, cool gadgets, more money and stuff. I bet most of us girls wants to be pretty. Who doesn't? They say, "The prettiest girls are the happy ones." Go. Home. Seriously, I'll be happy when I'm pretty. I don't give a shit if Marilyn Monroe or some other famous philosopher or celebrity created that quote. But somehow, I would like to prove them wrong. For once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna go on a shopping spree with parents at Uniqlo, Cotton On and Nike store -What I will get for being so guai in Term 1. Yes, I got short and positive remarks from my teachers during the Parent-Teacher Dialogue session. One of the reasons why you shouldn't be an average  student - short remarks about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5zCwwdCYwI/AAAAAAAABxo/05jtEzhY8aA/s1600-h/P1010052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5zCwwdCYwI/AAAAAAAABxo/05jtEzhY8aA/s400/P1010052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448443792107660034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, stop denying that you copy people. Like seriously. I started all of it in the first place, and you're like being an indecent girl who thinks that the world spins just for you. And even if you know who you are, here's heads up. I don't mothereffing care if you wanna blog about the negative remarks of me. This is my blog, my say, my thoughts, my feelings, my perspectives and my opinions. And here's fact, no one really cares about. Not anymore. Siaper teraser, kau punyer pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5zCxjTNNTI/AAAAAAAABxw/Meao4mXdpk8/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5zCxjTNNTI/AAAAAAAABxw/Meao4mXdpk8/s400/P1010050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448443805756634418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm just too awesome. Face it, skank."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my new handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5y8EO_eFdI/AAAAAAAABxQ/kVPqoKbUrQc/s1600-h/P1010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5y8EO_eFdI/AAAAAAAABxQ/kVPqoKbUrQc/s400/P1010046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448436430141265362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mornings have been really hazy. What have you people gotta say? And trust me, this picture was taken right across the street. Right across the street and the haze was so obvious.&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/5890437501718500473-1039342087343714606?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1039342087343714606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1039342087343714606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-idiot.html' title='you&apos;re an idiot.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5y8FjjskDI/AAAAAAAABxg/cSSgIJvyrbM/s72-c/P1010032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-6169473680490630622</id><published>2010-03-12T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:14:30.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A word is just a word, until you mean what you say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5oy3IjuoJI/AAAAAAAABw4/2ueWI1tfr9g/s400/P1010028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447722622029570194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF and today is the last day of school. Not exactly. Apparently, my holidays  are fully booked - Choir, Projects etc. I have to chiong on homeworks by this weekends, seriously. And then, I'll be off enjoying my life at the end of the holidays, for now. Must chiong homework. LOL. Hoho, I belong to Num7ber. Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, 7 plus 1~  Aww yeah, I'm feeling hyped now. Be hyped. Yes you, the one with hair. (Shows teeth). I'm talking crap now. I can't wait for Next Thursday's performance. So FUNTASTIC. AHAHA, I LOVE YOU LOVELIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5oy30Y6U3I/AAAAAAAABxI/Uri4OHy0w5w/s400/P1010021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447722633795359602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5oy3mLi3WI/AAAAAAAABxA/3Q-Y8kX_PtU/s400/P1000929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447722629981199714" border="0" /&gt;I miss Simba Oppa already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jcUdeN1uBWQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jcUdeN1uBWQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/5890437501718500473-6169473680490630622?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6169473680490630622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6169473680490630622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/word-is-just-word-until-you-mean-what.html' title='A word is just a word, until you mean what you say.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5oy3IjuoJI/AAAAAAAABw4/2ueWI1tfr9g/s72-c/P1010028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-6027165875198693389</id><published>2010-03-07T18:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:08:50.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love Nur Natasha Zamam'/><title type='text'>Go Go Power Rangers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5OW452l88I/AAAAAAAABww/UJpWcrJQVjo/s400/P1000994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445862278767702978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of going to school tomorrow is so despising. It makes you wanna go, "Oh my, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eew&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;I want holidays to come faster, earlier. Please. Come. For me? Science is a bore nowadays, so that makes it the subject I really despised. The only thing I'm looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; for tomorrow is recess and most importantly, Home Sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 443px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5ONCPDM79I/AAAAAAAABwo/ybn00rv5RfQ/s400/tumblr_ky6kwhGQNb1qal6txo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445851443960278994" border="0" /&gt;I do this every Mondays to my tie. It's so suffocating. I no longer like Assembly. It's boring already, you'll feel drowsy and when you're about to sleep, the staff will go around hunting and nagging at sleepy children. One second and the whole attention goes to side where the staff is nagging at the children, rather than the people on stage. Something I don't really pay attention to these days. I could barely pay attention in Science class. It's already dead. Too much facts. So stress. Cannot think. I should also blame myself too, I'm always distracted by my laptop. It's to amazing. Blame all the social networking sites. Or else, I wouldn't be here blogging and telling you people about my life. I bet no one's reading my blog. It's full of shit. Oh well, I'm wasting my time, ridiculously. Holidays, means movie marathons, hangouts, books. I'm so gonna find a reliable source with English subtitles to watch Rainbow Romance before the holidays approach. I'm on a desperate search right now. It's as desperate as Prince Charming searching for the one who fits those glass heels in Cinderella. Amazing isn't it? Anyone knows? Please tell me. Tag me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays also means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of catching up to do and of course, projects &amp;amp; holiday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;. Screw them. But I have to live with it. For now. I think I'm gonna start doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt; for the first few days of the holiday and I can have fun for the many days left. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Mum today. And she bought me clothes. Finally. Stuffs like these are really hard to get from her. It's very rare, she'll only buy for me when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She feels generous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she thinks it's cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when I persuade her and irritate her too much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did great on something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if she has the money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So now, I'm like giving away most of my old clothes, to people who really deserve it. Most of them are smaller, than me. As in the size. I grow too fast. Laugh out loud. Or maybe use some of them for art, since I have to use recycled fabrics. Oh and I should use those Old Barbie clothes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. I have lots of 'em. It's not surprising. If you just knew that I have one big box of Barbie merchandises, well then, you are S-L-O-W.  I even donated some to my friends' sisters. And please, I still watch Power Rangers. Yes, Power Rangers - from Mighty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Morphin&lt;/span&gt; to Jungle Fury. I still remember how they morph. Epic. I always love the yellow ranger, and always think that the Red ranger is hot. Real epic. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shalihan&lt;/span&gt; reads this, he will be laughing, and he'll be like, "What the hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 466px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5ONBt2z4tI/AAAAAAAABwg/j20PL1Q0Ft8/s400/tumblr_kylk102wUp1qa4uc1o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445851435049935570" border="0" /&gt;Yes everyone, just smile :D&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/5890437501718500473-6027165875198693389?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6027165875198693389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6027165875198693389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-go-power-rangers.html' title='Go Go Power Rangers!'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5OW452l88I/AAAAAAAABww/UJpWcrJQVjo/s72-c/P1000994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-477907300293653556</id><published>2010-03-06T15:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:36:31.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear March, Be amazing. Love, Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5IBWXvH3XI/AAAAAAAABwA/yiC6nDfcH2U/s400/P1000973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445416383284764018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys are happy for me because, I went to the library! I'm acting like an idiot now. So I borrowed 3 books. And trust me, when I was reading the first few chapters of all 3 books, I got addicted. Natasha, I know you wanna read those. Heh, Mum finally bought me a new homework file, after seeing a horrible sight of my torn slip-in file. Amazing. She was even stunned, the moment I opened my school bag, yes, papers. She saw lots of papers sticking out. Asyiqin, you moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so currently, I'm working on 2 projects - Project Work and History. History will be a piece of cake. All we have left is the script and rehearsals. And for Project Work, there are alot of scenes. Oh and I have to miss Tuesday's Choir practice because I'll be attending Track events Heats at Tampines Stadium. I'll have to sleep early the night before. One more week and it's HOLIDAYS! Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5IMQsum8aI/AAAAAAAABwI/gN7UkuXysxw/s400/P1010002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445428380468441506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5JZ8fDOtdI/AAAAAAAABwQ/hm1t1WLfGSI/s400/P1000883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445513795106420178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome and Better. Better, get well soon. If you're unwell of course. I know I look awesomely reatarded. I was actually sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-477907300293653556?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/477907300293653556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/477907300293653556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-march-be-amazing-love-me.html' title='Dear March, Be amazing. Love, Me.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5IBWXvH3XI/AAAAAAAABwA/yiC6nDfcH2U/s72-c/P1000973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-429926309379135070</id><published>2010-03-05T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:07:45.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.</title><content type='html'>The bond between me Mum and I is getting really close. It's something I have to cherish forever isn't it? That's one of the positive points. I'm feeling very moody and pissed nowadays. Some people just need a time out. Like seriously. I don't wanna elaborate much on that. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go to the library. I'm acting like a 4 year old who has never been to a library. I need to borrow Melvin Burgess and Jodi Picoult's books. I'm in total desperation! Their books are worth dying for. Legit. And not only that, I have to borrow books regarding Japanese Occupation and Green Consumerism. Lucky thing is, my group has finished filming for Scene 1. Total epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5D4-dOv73I/AAAAAAAABuY/r38U82_mkcU/s1600-h/P1000958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5D4-dOv73I/AAAAAAAABuY/r38U82_mkcU/s400/P1000958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445125701372997490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5D4_FrIQVI/AAAAAAAABug/Z5Jh5Z0v1Kw/s1600-h/P1000953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5D4_FrIQVI/AAAAAAAABug/Z5Jh5Z0v1Kw/s400/P1000953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445125712229450066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are coming fast! Aren't you excited? I know there'll be alot of homeworks and projects that has to be completed during that 1 week of break. I can't complain, or maybe I'll save my complains for something else. What is school without projects? I need a bright promising future. I wanna live a lovely life. I mean, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me happy when I'm sad? Motivational quotes, Self-Motivation books (Try for Kimberly Kirberger's) and last but not least music and the people who make music. James Morrison's songs are songs that will touch your heart. And do you know that his father Jim Morrison, was also a famous singer? Talk about "Like Father like son" much. And I knew that long long ago.  Apart from that, if you're on the go, such as jogging, listen to songs which beats and rhyhtms are super bass-like. Try catchy KPop songs. Those kind of songs will wanna make you dance in the middle of the pavement too. Speaking of which, Hankyung, Kibum &amp;amp; Junyoung are lovely people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5EAF15tfeI/AAAAAAAABvQ/hZtcvfMuN9I/s400/tumblr_kuoh9hWcQy1qaodc3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445133524836122082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5EADfV62wI/AAAAAAAABvI/PuK00CP1isw/s400/tumblr_kxfo5dITWI1qzw4p3o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445133484420684546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5EAC4EFo_I/AAAAAAAABvA/ylOj7AjUyVE/s400/tumblr_kybsgxdjix1qal6txo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445133473876911090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-429926309379135070?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/429926309379135070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/429926309379135070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/every-passing-minute-is-another-chance.html' title='Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S5D4-dOv73I/AAAAAAAABuY/r38U82_mkcU/s72-c/P1000958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1842713225543484122</id><published>2010-03-02T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:43:19.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whenever i gain something, i'll have to risk losing something else.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4zkzSXeJZI/AAAAAAAABt8/d8ISH6fmR-0/s1600-h/P1000837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4zkzSXeJZI/AAAAAAAABt8/d8ISH6fmR-0/s400/P1000837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443977619338831250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I survived Math, like finally. Somehow, Math is fun if you know how to do it and if you put your mind to it. I passed Math Test, and of course pwned Shalihan.  But he pwned me back for Geography, yes, I failed my Geography test. Amazing. Lucky thing, I passed my Science common test, and of course double pwned him. I've been really sleepy and tired nowadays. Almost everything is screwed. Subject teachers who have stepped into our class these days are getting their moods screwed, all because of our barbaric behaviour. What'dya expect. It's normal isn't it? They too need a lil' bit of adjustment though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather or climate or whatever you call it, is getting more and more hazy. Yes, HAZE. Especially in the morning. It's so suffocating, I have to smell the whiffy air. And I'm even perspiring even when I'm using the laptop. And haven't you heard? This year's February has the highest temperature of up to 35 degree Celcius dated since the 1960s. And it seemed that not alot of people really care about the Earth anymore. There was the Haiti Earthquake, Sichuan Earthquake, Tsunami in Chile, Ozone, Polar ice caps are melting, extinction of polar bears etc, now what else? It seems that 2012 is actually slowly happening! Our one and only Earth is suffering. Unbelievable isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4z0iZOIJnI/AAAAAAAABuE/bX_w9CBBDYA/s400/tumblr_ky2nvqpmdg1qaucn5o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443994921306957426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who wouldn't want to save them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that the people around me are facing troubles and fears. Trouble is a friend. I know most of them feel like giving up at this point of time. Don't give up. When you tackle different things, it makes you feel resilient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only everyone's feeling troubled, but also rather GLOOMY.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you ever see an unhappy horse? Did you ever see bird that had the blues? One reason why birds and horses are not unhappy is because they are not trying to impress other birds and horses.&lt;/span&gt; - Dale Carnegie.&lt;br /&gt;I get pretty upset and fed up easily at things, even small ones, until I learnt that Happiness was the key to life. So share your happiness, spread it. Treat Happiness as your first kiss. Share it and enjoy every moment of it.&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-1842713225543484122?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1842713225543484122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1842713225543484122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/03/whenever-i-gain-something-ill-have-to.html' title='whenever i gain something, i&apos;ll have to risk losing something else.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4zkzSXeJZI/AAAAAAAABt8/d8ISH6fmR-0/s72-c/P1000837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4871045218972770643</id><published>2010-02-28T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:49:28.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until you see the stars, reflected on the reservoir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4pK7u-cnxI/AAAAAAAABtc/UbmcN4RhxQM/s1600-h/261020092419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4pK7u-cnxI/AAAAAAAABtc/UbmcN4RhxQM/s400/261020092419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443245489713356562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was pretty much a happy day. My parents are in a good mood and joked alot with them. Now this is one rare day I can look forward to. I have yet to finish my homeworks. Awesome. And, I yawned alot today especially when I'm under the sun. The climate is unbelievably hot and dry nowadays, especially during the month of February. I know I've said that I hate the rain. I take back my words (guilty). Projects aren't over, yet. I'm left with 3 more for this term. It'll soon be 2. Asyiqin, everything's gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4pPdYaBIrI/AAAAAAAABt0/pc7IMIDWOWQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kyii0dTHZa1qal6tx.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4pPdYaBIrI/AAAAAAAABt0/pc7IMIDWOWQ/s400/tumblr_kyii0dTHZa1qal6tx.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443250465817043634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you find him manly cute? Junyoung's the answer to the equation, Hankyung + Kibum. Laughoutloud, laughoutloud. At least stuff like this really made my day. I bet almost everyone are feeling troubled nowadays. I feel that I'm slowly drifting apart from all of you. What happen to us? I feel like as if I'm a stranger to all of you. I'm not left out but, this isn't the same.&lt;br /&gt;And have you ever felt that deep in your heart, you are actually on the search, looking for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The One&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The One&lt;/span&gt; who loves you even at your worst. I think almost everyone's feeling that sense of loneliness - the sense of begging for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The One&lt;/span&gt;'s touch. I am talking sense here. So for the guys who are so desperate that they take advantage of being attached just for satisfaction, think again. There are other hopeful people from all over the world whose hearts are a million times desperate than you. There isn't anymore time left ticking for us to play with hearts &amp;amp; feelings. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To everyone who have troubles, keep holding on because you'll make it through. Just stand strong. Look at the bright side of life, where the world never turns her back on you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I visit Nat's blog at least 5 times day, she ended up in my Top 10 Most visited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4871045218972770643?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4871045218972770643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4871045218972770643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/until-you-see-stars-reflected-on.html' title='Until you see the stars, reflected on the reservoir.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4pK7u-cnxI/AAAAAAAABtc/UbmcN4RhxQM/s72-c/261020092419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-3256746133714721901</id><published>2010-02-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:00:40.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't go out tonight.</title><content type='html'>Today was probably an awesome day. I had to rush to Eugenia's crib for her CNY Open house. Trust me, I was really full, of KFC. I had a stomac full of laughter too especially when doing the Malay project. It was epic. Shalihan and Shafirah have the potential to succeeed in the entertainment category. Lol. I don't wanna elaborate much on what really happened today. Maybe I'll post a few photos to show how my day'd been.  But it won't be today, obviously, since I've accidentally left my Camera and ezlink card with Karen after the walking around the 3 Malls, along with Santhanakon and Shafirah. Oh and, we also saw Della &amp;amp; Ruhana. What a coincidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-3256746133714721901?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3256746133714721901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3256746133714721901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-go-out-tonight.html' title='don&apos;t go out tonight.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1063362170115325574</id><published>2010-02-26T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:13:13.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satellite heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4fRuRdhryI/AAAAAAAABtU/Y1RtKkmIZKE/s1600-h/P1000346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4fRuRdhryI/AAAAAAAABtU/Y1RtKkmIZKE/s400/P1000346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442549267591966498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was utterly horrible. Like seriously. Projects, projects &amp;amp; PROJECTS are things that you can never get out of your mind. When you wake up in the morning, you won't feel fresh or maybe, not in the mood to start the day, because you know that there are projects not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;Is this the reality you guys wanted? Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anticipating for the March Holidays. I really need the holidays. The only thing that I'm looking forward for nest week is, the weekends. Weekends are great to look forward to, even though it's just 2 pathetic days where you can rest and settle whatever issues you have with yourselves, which I don't even want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed my tough days got myself a few points. Being able to laugh with your lovely class, being able to stick to your friends, being able to bond with your family (not), being able to not feel tired when walking to school. That's the spirit. I was juts joking about the family part though. Laughing uncontrollably was the most awesome-mest part afterall. It unleashes the awesomeness out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Fattah is Betterly Better. I'm awesomely awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-1063362170115325574?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1063362170115325574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1063362170115325574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/satellite-heart.html' title='Satellite heart'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4fRuRdhryI/AAAAAAAABtU/Y1RtKkmIZKE/s72-c/P1000346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-2022423229819717302</id><published>2010-02-21T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Kibum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Geng'/><title type='text'>I'll cry myself a river, that leads to your ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4DtmXzqiMI/AAAAAAAABsg/yKJ782xK550/s400/vfdcjhyju.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440609593345083586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair has been really disturbing lately, the curls made it too short that when I tie a ponytail, no matter what, the curl will be outstanding and obvious. And, I'm not really planning to cut my hair though. Also, I'm in need of money and clothes. Clothes are wants, since I don't go out often. But money, is a major need. Somehow, I wish I was rich enough to buy myself my own jet. Yes Asyiqin, you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a schedule for the weekends nowadays, especially when it comes to watching videos on Youtube. Every Saturday I will watch a certain series of a show, and on Sunday, I will watch another kind of show. I don't even know why I'm having (awesome) fuzzy feelings after watching EHB yesterday and Hello Baby just now morning. I guess it makes me happy? And I slept for like 4 hours. And I slept at 4am and woke up exactly at 8. Thanks to Shafirah's Macchiato and my Dark cappuccino, I watched Hello Baby late to sleep and laughed far too loud on my bed, with the laptop right in front of me, and not to forget, scaring sleepy bums with my horrible creepy laughter. I am awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And homeworks really suck. Big time. I can't believe that I currently have 4 projects at the same time. I thought it was impossible but the teachers made it far too possible. And memorizing facts and stuff are really occupying my brain capacity. What's even worst, I just knocked my head against the wall after laughing so hard, and it had cause the loss of neurons in my brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the reality you guys wanted? Is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-2022423229819717302?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2022423229819717302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2022423229819717302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cry-myself-river-that-leads-to-your.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll cry myself a river, that leads to your ocean'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4DtmXzqiMI/AAAAAAAABsg/yKJ782xK550/s72-c/vfdcjhyju.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-6673260870775312311</id><published>2010-02-20T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigeon shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4AJqLhooKI/AAAAAAAABsY/I11h5Iuq9Rc/s1600-h/P1000769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4AJqLhooKI/AAAAAAAABsY/I11h5Iuq9Rc/s400/P1000769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440358970116579490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was so funtastic. We totally slacked like no mother and laughed like no father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-6673260870775312311?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6673260870775312311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6673260870775312311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/pigeon-shit.html' title='Pigeon shit'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S4AJqLhooKI/AAAAAAAABsY/I11h5Iuq9Rc/s72-c/P1000769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-3230609940616189624</id><published>2010-02-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Kibum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Geng'/><title type='text'>i bet that i can make you believe in nurul asyiqin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S36eG2wXoRI/AAAAAAAABsQ/3smgfvGuSuQ/s1600-h/P1000612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S36eG2wXoRI/AAAAAAAABsQ/3smgfvGuSuQ/s400/P1000612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439959240524931346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling rather gloomy and tired nowadays. I've not been giving my full attention to lessons, especially History and Science. I feel so guilty. And for Math, yes I was paying attention because it's FACTORISATION! I only like that part (IT MAKES MY LIFE EASIER), rather than simplifying and expanding. But still, in general, I. LOATHE. MATHS. Really. And the another thing that I really loathe is, having so much projects and upcoming tests at the same time!  I know it's part of the Sec 2 life, but please have mercy on us students. This is absurd. Oh and, I'm still pissed at you, bitch. I don't call you bitch for nothing, bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-3230609940616189624?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3230609940616189624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3230609940616189624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-bet-that-i-can-make-you-believe-in.html' title='i bet that i can make you believe in nurul asyiqin'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S36eG2wXoRI/AAAAAAAABsQ/3smgfvGuSuQ/s72-c/P1000612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-2318908169788145944</id><published>2010-02-16T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Kibum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Geng'/><title type='text'>drop dead bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3oCJtRTjEI/AAAAAAAABsI/koItMHMRwZM/s400/P1000672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438661865797553218" border="0" /&gt;The thought of going to school tomorrow gives me fuzzy feelings. What's even worst, I will have to face Maths tomorrow, and the girl-who-always-give-the-bitchy-face. If she were to ask me, "Is there anything wrong with me?", I would say, "Stop being such a bitch." -.- It's pretty obvious that you dislike us. And really, we don't deserve you, and you don't deserve us. Get real, your dreams are unrealistic. And trust me, you will never achieve it. You don't need to show off your talent here in school because I know there are other people who have multiple talents than you. And also, stop being so arrogant. What can I say? You're a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Maths, I know that I won't be going to 3E5. And I never aim for it. Never did. My test grades are gradually deteriorating. Amazing isn't it? Probably because of my complacency. Asyiqin, you moron. And I have yet to finish my Math homework, that doesn't include my Math IW which I am paired with Shalihan to do that homework, and it dues on Friday. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days after my birthday are epic nightmares. Not exactly. Yesterday, I only can watch 3 episodes of  Super Junior EHB, and then, my laptop's audio was going gugugaga and the audio's spoil. Strange isn't it? Freaky. And puh-lease, if any of my haters are reading this, I'm now at Episode 10. And frankly speaking, I only watch EHB as a reward for finishing a certain task such as studying etc. Those videos serve as one whole motivation and inspiration. I'm being epic. What's even more epic? I used It's you by Super junior for my English CA Essay. As in the translations of course, and I only used 2 lines -.- However it turns out as an epic failure, since I got 15/30 as my essay was disjointed, caused by many loopholes. My epic failure made me laugh like ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a confirmation but, I maybe going to Korea. The only reaction will be jumping and screaming. Yes. Mum wants to visit the palace which she saw while watching the Korean drama Princess Hours. But she said, "No promises". That really helps. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5890437501718500473-2318908169788145944?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2318908169788145944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2318908169788145944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/drop-dead-bitch.html' title='drop dead bitch.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3oCJtRTjEI/AAAAAAAABsI/koItMHMRwZM/s72-c/P1000672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-9031307727910243453</id><published>2010-02-15T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life couldn't get better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3jQn2ZZwKI/AAAAAAAABr4/57WFXENGVXo/s400/tumblr_kwptegFRE21qattdbo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438325933085409442" border="0" /&gt;my valentine. Laughoutloud, laughoutloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my birthday. And I came back form Batam yesterday. When I was walking to the Ferry terminal at Batam, I started to realized that it was my birthday. Epic. Apparently, I went home with Misuari alone. When my father walked out of the ferry terminal alone, after sending us, I have no idea why I am crying. But it's really sad. But he'll be back today, together with Haziq. So i don't need to worry much. Hasanah went to fetch us and walked around Vivo. I got a box of chocolates from her, and ahem ahem Misuari. I got loads of bithday wishes via Facebook, Tagboard and SMS-es. Thank you all so much. It was the best Birthday ever. I celebrated my birthday at Pizza Hut yesterday. I will upload the pictures soon! MELOVEYOUAWESOMEPEOPLE&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3jX1AQIlrI/AAAAAAAABsA/ytCfYS2s2xY/s400/tumblr_kxk6x9fdu21qaxrigo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438333855650584242" border="0" /&gt;I spent my CNY with him. Laughoutloud, laughoutloud.&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/5890437501718500473-9031307727910243453?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/9031307727910243453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/9031307727910243453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-couldn-get-better.html' title='life couldn&amp;#39;t get better'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3jQn2ZZwKI/AAAAAAAABr4/57WFXENGVXo/s72-c/tumblr_kwptegFRE21qattdbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-3440384745894782556</id><published>2010-02-09T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Kibum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Geng'/><title type='text'>축 생일! 우리는 당신을 그러나 놓친다. 가득 차있는 것에 살아있는 생활.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3Fkqcak9XI/AAAAAAAABro/tnVO8VSujmw/s1600-h/tumblr_kwi6yuflVX1qzw4p3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3Fkqcak9XI/AAAAAAAABro/tnVO8VSujmw/s400/tumblr_kwi6yuflVX1qzw4p3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436236905557849458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi. Today is this guy's birthday you know (points up).  I am just so happy today because it's his birthday. I miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today was so tiring. I can't blog much. I'm anticipating for tomorrow, but this time, there's no countdown to Siwon's 'official' birthday. I also have a Malay test and Geography Test tomorrow. Asyiqin is in deep shit. I hafta continue studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I miss you Hankyung oppa. Happy birthday :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3FnO5Va42I/AAAAAAAABrw/X-QO6IneTsk/s1600-h/tumblr_kxk2qhTfld1qa4sh8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3FnO5Va42I/AAAAAAAABrw/X-QO6IneTsk/s400/tumblr_kxk2qhTfld1qa4sh8o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436239730819392354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SiHan will last &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy advanced birthday Choi Siwon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-3440384745894782556?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3440384745894782556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3440384745894782556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='축 생일! 우리는 당신을 그러나 놓친다. 가득 차있는 것에 살아있는 생활.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3Fkqcak9XI/AAAAAAAABro/tnVO8VSujmw/s72-c/tumblr_kwi6yuflVX1qzw4p3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-7087514465181626399</id><published>2010-02-08T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HanKyung is Hunky-ute (:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Kibum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Geng'/><title type='text'>“I’m a coward who cannot even ask, a greedy person who only knows for myself”</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3AdoRYbDHI/AAAAAAAABrY/YJk7CgJDbIk/s400/tumblr_kueya6VSgg1qzw4p3o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435877327934000242" border="0" /&gt;You are just effing JEALOUSbecause of his beautiful face! Ahaha, I'm anticipating for tomorrow. It's his birthday tomorrow. I am so ecstatically sad, because he's not involve in SM activities, right? I cried when I see sad faces of him. What will happen to SiHan? This is absurd! I'm not gonna be those die-hard fans who post their wishes on their blog and blog about those mushy mushy stuff as if those KPOP celebrities read 'em specifically. Or maybe I will. Hangeng, do you know how much we miss you? Please come back. Siwon misses you. Heechul misses you. Leeteuk misses you. The whole of Super Junior misses you. Have you ever imagined Super Junior M without you as the leader and your lead. Super Junior is not Super Junior without you, and of course, the MIAs, Kangin and Kibum -.-This is getting more and more absurd. I purposely wanna sleep late - I'm counting down to 9 February. Hoho. I'm so FUN-TASTIC 8D (doing SHINee's RDD dance movement*) That's why I took 2 sets of naps just now - 3 hours and 15 minutes respectively. Aasyiqin is smart. Tomorrow, Me and Natasha are planning to cry. We are so sensitive and affectionate. What'dya expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is a busy week, like what I've mentioned. Tests, quizzes, assignments, homeworks, projects! To anyone who is younger than me and you are reading this blog, stop thinking that SEC 2 life is easy. Your assumptions will make you struggle like awesome shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently pissed at poeple. Your actions are really pissing me off. If you don'tike us, it's pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fuck up my mood tomorrow, since it's Geng's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 392px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3A0Pzh3x9I/AAAAAAAABrg/SFlA-E5Kt2k/s400/gvjbhk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435902196371146706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Happy birthday Hankyung oppa! &lt;3&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-7087514465181626399?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7087514465181626399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7087514465181626399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-coward-who-cannot-even-ask-greedy.html' title='“I’m a coward who cannot even ask, a greedy person who only knows for myself”'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S3AdoRYbDHI/AAAAAAAABrY/YJk7CgJDbIk/s72-c/tumblr_kueya6VSgg1qzw4p3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1022668467198126804</id><published>2010-02-06T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Kibum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Geng'/><title type='text'>let me hear your voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S218yjcxC8I/AAAAAAAABrQ/bXubxTr2VBw/s400/P1000427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435137533257255874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look awesomely retarded. Don't mention it. I've been not procrastinating that much nowadays. Choir is getting more and more awesome, as expected. And today's was brutally drop-dead tired. Don't ask why. My body is aching even more and even worst than yesterday's condition. I'm getting rashes every night. More tests are coming. More responsibilities to take. Life couldn't get better. I hope a miracle happens. I want alot of miracles to happen. That'll be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really anticipating for 9th February and 10th February - SIHAN! Hoho. Heck care about my younger brother's birthday on 8th February anyway, I'm not even planning to give him a proper present, I never did. Counting down, I've left with one more week till my birthday. (Suspense) Laughoutloud, laughoutloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S218yYQ3R1I/AAAAAAAABrI/uud_XdSJ4Do/s400/tumblr_kxd80bCcft1qzbak4o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435137530254542674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of sweatshirts, and I need more of 'em. I don't want those type of baseball shirts whereby you can see the minahs and matreps wearing them out in the streets nowadays. I'm not criticsizing the fashion scene in Singapore, I'm criticsizing the people who wear those shirts and gave outsiders the first bad impression. What a nuisance of themselves. When I say sweatshirt, I meant those thick and loose cotton mataerial whereby most people use it for sleeping and exercising.  Thus, sweatshirts are hot. I don't know why I'm applying one of History SEQ techniques here. Laughoutloud. And Kibum is wearing one too. It's cool to be rich and famous, you get alot of fans, and you get the money you want and you can buy alot of stuff. That's obvious. I want to be rich like awesome shit. Who doesn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-1022668467198126804?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1022668467198126804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1022668467198126804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-me-hear-your-voice.html' title='let me hear your voice'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S218yjcxC8I/AAAAAAAABrQ/bXubxTr2VBw/s72-c/P1000427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-6201998131026297667</id><published>2010-02-04T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Kibum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Geng'/><title type='text'>A moment to love.</title><content type='html'>Every night, before I go doze off, apart from thinking &amp;amp; checklisting the assignments I hafta complete, I always ponder, why my stomach screams. Why I get those fuzzy feelings. Why am I excited to go to school. I think it has started again. Asyiqin, You. Are. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited for the first few periods for today. It was P.E. then Science (woots). The punishment for not paying attention was brutal. But somehow, it's beneficial for all of us, that also includes copying the chapters for Science three times. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really sleepy nowadays. I paid most attention during Science and History lesson, compared to Math. I get confused with those algebraic expressions and formula. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;But still, nothing and nobody can make me love Math. Ever. Hey, good thing is, I'm so into Science and History. Unbelievable isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing topics for every paragraph. Don't mind me. I have maybe alot of reasons to be happy, and one of them is, I'm turning 14 in many days time. Hoho. 14 on 14 February sounds nice. Lol, I'm so lame. Laughoutloud. Most probably, on that week will be a busy week, and so are this weekends. I have to attend some stuff which is  not beneficial in my life. My happy mood was let down by that fact and 2 other stuffs, or maybe 3. One, there is this girl who is getting more and more arrogant and she always look at people with the bitchy face as if she has a problem wothe everyone or something. Second and third, I miss Geng and Kibum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S2qilFgAGdI/AAAAAAAABrA/GBYb3GIzdRY/s400/tumblr_kx5eugnnxQ1qattdb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434334658391185874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t read Korean at all, so I’m going to pretend that sign says “Bring back my boys. Kangin, Kibum, Han Geng. ALL OF THEM!” D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-6201998131026297667?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6201998131026297667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6201998131026297667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/02/moment-to-love.html' title='A moment to love.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S2qilFgAGdI/AAAAAAAABrA/GBYb3GIzdRY/s72-c/tumblr_kx5eugnnxQ1qattdb.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4214182812378798799</id><published>2010-01-31T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Kibum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Geng'/><title type='text'>I'm not in love, this is not my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S2UOG8iBEeI/AAAAAAAABq4/g-9tm7kkzsc/s400/P1000411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432764037983179234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept around 3 in the morning, and I woke up around 7. Something tells me that I'm so gonna sleep early tonight. Because on Monday, there are my 2 fave subjects - History and Science! But the day will be let down by 2 periods of Math. Yes, I hate Math. My math is terrible, I always get confused with the order of operations - I always get stuck when I have to choose whether the answer is negative or positive. And as far as I know, I will never be one of the best Mathematicians in this family ever. And by right, Nobody is. I started the day (after my shower) by eating POPTART strawberry pastries for breakfast prepared by my Dad. Yes, he's still awesome, like me of course. And obviously, that didn't make my stomach satisfied, but fortunately, using my laptop and blogging made my heart satisfied (not my stomach), even though I don't have a 'real' love or something. See, I'm happy. Aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S2UK6gLXhNI/AAAAAAAABqw/Zmn6y1r7d9w/s400/tumblr_kvat1bzhv81qa8l6uo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432760525678675154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not that happy yet. I miss Geng and I miss Kibummie. Geng must not be involved in any of SM activities nowadays, and for Kibummie, he's MIA for his acting career. I feel so sad when I see SJ performing without their full attendance of all members. And even though, (if) SJ's coming to Singapore, and I wanna attend their concert etc, I won't be happy enough because I know that Geng and Kibum won't be there. But still, I must be glad that I still have the rest of SJ though. SM is being sucha bitch. I'm just joking. I shouldn't put my anger on Geng or SM. I'll follow in whatever Geng chose to do, even if it means leaving SJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, there alot of events that really encourage me to save money for. And I bet Natasha knows one of the events. I have to save as much money as I can, so as to make 2010 special. I'm not saying that money can buy happiness but somehow, I wanna cherish this year. And what's more, this year will be last year that me and my awesome E4 unstoppable superhumanoids will be together. It breaks my heart to think of it. I'm aiming for 3E2 or 3E3 class. Or maybe, any class that I can cope with. I don't even have an ambition. Asyiqin is a moron. But I'm even awesome than the word, 'awesome' *(triangle movement)*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, heads up - Mr. O's new hairstyle is hawt! Like Frigging hot. Really. But whatever, I don't wanna wait for something that I know it's not gonna happen right? Silly me. I don't really wanna get myself into (silent) confusions and get pretty upset just because he doesn't like me. That is so sensitive. Too sensitive I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I love my life. Who doesn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4214182812378798799?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4214182812378798799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4214182812378798799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-not-in-love-this-is-not-my-heart.html' title='I&amp;#39;m not in love, this is not my heart.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S2UOG8iBEeI/AAAAAAAABq4/g-9tm7kkzsc/s72-c/P1000411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1166809279155990372</id><published>2010-01-30T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='say goodbye'/><title type='text'>smile every mile, wherever you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Being nice to someone you dislike doesn't mean you're fake. It means you're mature enough to tolerate your dislike towards them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks these days are manageable. At least, it's even manageable than the last Monday's. But I know I can't take this fact for granted to the point whereby I bring back procrastination. That's why I shall tart on my homworks at 2pm. Hoho. There are alot of tests/quizzes coming up, especially Science &amp;amp; History. I must score well in these tests. Science and History are 2 musts'. However, certain lesson for certain subjects are turning to crap. So absurd. I can't wait for Chinese New Year. And apparently, I'm celebrating my birthday in Indonesia with my family. I'm so excited. I've been hanging out Kon and Shafirah nowadays. No offence to rest of  "Gang". Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Shalihan just got pwned by Mr Kiong.  LOL. Shafirah really made a fool of herself when doing her math homework in front of Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shafirah: "Wah! I am so pro!"&lt;br /&gt;Peter: (laughs) "Wrong answer!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was fun, especially when learning &amp;amp; singing the new Japanese song. Oh and, somehow, in someway, alot of people are pissing me off nowadays. Like seriously. And I'm not referring to the psp/True Kpop fan. I'm not pissed at psb/True Kpop Fan, I'm laughing at her/them. It's so oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't have anything for Mr. O. I am so dumb. I can't believe I like him. Amazing, but I'm slowly trying to avoid myself from falling for 2 guys. Forget it. I can't always expect something to happen. Why am I waiting for somehing that I know it's impossible to happen. Keep dreaming Asyiqin. Keep Dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;There alot of things I wanna talk about. Don't mind me. Darryl and Faizah said that there is a girl who looks like me for 1E4. Hoho, Asyiqin Jr.  Skali, got the same name! Hah! I'll be like, "Oh whow." And my "Oh whow" isn't so surprising, because I'm expecting it to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-1166809279155990372?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1166809279155990372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1166809279155990372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/smile-every-mile-wherever-you-go.html' title='smile every mile, wherever you go'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-2023662460203238443</id><published>2010-01-27T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attracted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HanKyung is Hunky-ute (:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Kibum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unruly Aspirins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Geng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me love KiBum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s learn english; what is this'/><title type='text'>i'm a little man &amp; i'm also evil, also into cats,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S2A-i_2js0I/AAAAAAAABqg/TKv7Iq0amXY/s400/shot0148.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431409921585558338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIA and gone much. Not much homeworks today, and I'm glad. Nowadays, Shalihan's making me laugh like crazing shit. Awesome. And Shafirah too. She's being sick. Horny kind of sick. Really. Sighs, but still, there are more tests and projects coming up. I somehow love Science and History, but still no interest in Math and Malay. The best part about D&amp;amp;T is the practical stuff, where you get to cut etc. I got alot of labels that describe my status. Amazing. I don;t know why am I so excited for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I somehow think that KPOP really ruin our friendship. REALLY. But whatever, keep the KPOPsession!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-2023662460203238443?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2023662460203238443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2023662460203238443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-little-man-i-also-evil-also-into-cats.html' title='i&amp;#39;m a little man &amp;amp; i&amp;#39;m also evil, also into cats,'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S2A-i_2js0I/AAAAAAAABqg/TKv7Iq0amXY/s72-c/shot0148.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-658571353489127091</id><published>2010-01-26T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Kibum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Geng'/><title type='text'>even if i was born again, it's only you for me.</title><content type='html'>It's a good thing that there's not much homeworks today. I was very sleepy during Choir. So tired. So tired after Math test. I think I'm gonna fail, I know I always do. I can't wait for my birthday, family have changed plans to clebrate it at Seoul Garden and then leave Singapore. Hoho. Pure fun man, I guess. CALL ME ON BIRTHDAY HOR. Nah, just joking. I maybe MIA like Kibum or maybe gone like Geng. :( So sad. Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-658571353489127091?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/658571353489127091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/658571353489127091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/even-if-i-was-born-again-it-only-you.html' title='even if i was born again, it&amp;#39;s only you for me.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-874864727017912437</id><published>2010-01-24T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asyiqin you moron'/><title type='text'>I am cow. here me moo. I weigh twice as much as you, and i look good on the barbecue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1vuK9f4dxI/AAAAAAAABqY/nHiu42IEkN8/s1600-h/tumblr_kwhcpjKB9J1qattdbo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1vuK9f4dxI/AAAAAAAABqY/nHiu42IEkN8/s400/tumblr_kwhcpjKB9J1qattdbo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430195647799654162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no other photos to post.  That was the kind of expression I showed to my homeworks. Gah, right now, procrastination couldn't exist anymore. School is giving negative fuzzy feelings, fuzzy feelings like you're having constipation. Now, school is tougher. Especially when you're in Sec 2.  Streaming year. Doomed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;True KPOP fan&lt;/span&gt; is cool. And I'm not angry at her/him. I'm serious. Misuari has been calling Super Junior gays -.- I'm not that pissed though. At least, they have more fans than him. Hah! Major pwnage. I'm starting to hate geography. I'm starting to love History. I hate maths, probably the reason why I always get an average mark for that, same goes for Malay. I'm proud to be a Muslim, but not as proud to be a Malay. Ironic isn't it? I still haven't finish my weekend homeworks. Amazing. Math test is on Tuesday. Grr. Gah. Rawr. Meow. I feel so sad nowadays for SJ, Kibum is not always there with 'em during performances and so on and forth - one factor that I don't have the heart to watch SUJU videos. And what's even sad is, I hafta to end blog now in order to complete my homeworks. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-874864727017912437?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/874864727017912437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/874864727017912437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-cow-here-me-moo-i-weigh-twice-as.html' title='I am cow. here me moo. I weigh twice as much as you, and i look good on the barbecue.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1vuK9f4dxI/AAAAAAAABqY/nHiu42IEkN8/s72-c/tumblr_kwhcpjKB9J1qattdbo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-5749726349012888272</id><published>2010-01-23T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESET.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i338.photobucket.com/albums/n439/ezkanana/adaf.gif" alt=":]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Natasha came over. It was awesome. We wanted to do homeworks but we ended up slacking in front of our laptops. And, I pwned her alot of times. She's so gullible today. Oh and, when I was preparing to eat the instant noodles &amp;amp; Natasha was using her laptop in my room, we both suddenly heard SJ's Marry U. And we were running and screaming out from out respective places and jumping around. And screaming. And jumping. And screaming. And Hi-5ing. And eating. And screaming. Aand yes, we were watching Super Junior TV SPC. Natasha decided to go home when the show end. And it ended at 7.30pm. I had to send Natasha home via the pasarmalam where we bought awesome food so that we could get small change for our bus fare. Amazing. Oh, I love Natasha &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-5749726349012888272?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5749726349012888272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5749726349012888272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/reset.html' title='RESET.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4695179982721444855</id><published>2010-01-22T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents forgot my birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents are away on my birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents are neglecting me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People have been calling me stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People have been looking down on me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People will forgot my birthday because of CNY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bitchy mother is being unreasonable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bitchy mother grounded me and said that I can't go out, even though if it's for important reasons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This what makes my life so awesome. Terribly awesome. And I can't believe I'm actually crying right now. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4695179982721444855?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4695179982721444855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4695179982721444855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/fml.html' title='FML'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4043102823351848300</id><published>2010-01-20T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sure if you feel sparks, but I feel fireworks when I think of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1bz6DC5DHI/AAAAAAAABqQ/yUWiJjK1bT0/s1600-h/P1000210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1bz6DC5DHI/AAAAAAAABqQ/yUWiJjK1bT0/s400/P1000210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428794579417107570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of projects waiting in line, for me to start on. Wow. The milk coffee is not working. I purposely wanna sleep late. But, my eyes were so heavy since 6pm this evening. So much for that $1. I suck at writing a Malay formal/informal letter. I'm currently listening to SJ's songs so that I can get fuzzy feelings. Awesome. Henry Lau is a cutey :D I'm being random. So much responsibilities, so much pissfulness, so much eyebags, so much homeworks. What'dya expect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4043102823351848300?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4043102823351848300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4043102823351848300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-not-sure-if-you-feel-sparks-but-i.html' title='I&amp;#39;m not sure if you feel sparks, but I feel fireworks when I think of you.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1bz6DC5DHI/AAAAAAAABqQ/yUWiJjK1bT0/s72-c/P1000210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4725109105375936756</id><published>2010-01-19T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know Super Junior before Sorry Sorry. I know Shinee before Ring Ding Dong. I know 2PM before Heartbeat. So, that makes you a newbie. Ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1WjzWNCecI/AAAAAAAABqI/tBUAe2J7o0Y/s1600-h/KimKiBum.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1WjzWNCecI/AAAAAAAABqI/tBUAe2J7o0Y/s400/KimKiBum.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428425028393925058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1WjzFPXHkI/AAAAAAAABqA/wHbWnpdUGA4/s1600-h/hankyung-screenshot-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1WjzFPXHkI/AAAAAAAABqA/wHbWnpdUGA4/s400/hankyung-screenshot-2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428425023840263746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me set it straight.&lt;br /&gt;Kim Kibum &amp;amp; Hangeng are mine. Really.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm two-timer.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone I know owns them, you are so going down. And I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Serious. I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fugging pissed and irritated when people around me are so into KPOP nowadays. I'm pissed right now, I hafta say this. I don't care whether that insults you.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY. Some people started liking them after their No. 1 hit single.&lt;br /&gt;Please lah. There are other people around you who knows them right before you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop claiming that you know them so long ago, when actually you do not. You just use th at sentence to defend yourselves from our attacking words.&lt;br /&gt;If you like/love the song, stick to the fact you like the songs they produce, not the artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna mention names but your actions really force me to.&lt;br /&gt;You know who are.&lt;br /&gt;Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;They're not yours in the first place anyway, NOOBS.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I'm insulting or not.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna spam. Go ahead. Your criticsm isn't needed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Until I found out who it is,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hurled a string vulgarities in your face.&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, you will hear me at my worst.&lt;br /&gt;Stick to your JUSTIN BEIBER etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUG YOURSELVES!&lt;br /&gt;-'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4725109105375936756?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4725109105375936756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4725109105375936756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1WjzWNCecI/AAAAAAAABqI/tBUAe2J7o0Y/s72-c/KimKiBum.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-7006022289866086190</id><published>2010-01-18T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s learn english; what is this'/><title type='text'>My dad is awesome, like me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1Q4ckAzrFI/AAAAAAAABpw/mTKPyUPwu-U/s1600-h/tumblr_kwdrj7K5YJ1qattdbo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1Q4ckAzrFI/AAAAAAAABpw/mTKPyUPwu-U/s400/tumblr_kwdrj7K5YJ1qattdbo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428025514242845778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling bright today, probably because I slept well last night (I slept at 9!) Not my usual bedtime of course. I didn't expect myself to be paying alot of attention to Ms Liana teaching History. History is hysterically interesting somehow, probably because I was feeling awake. And like oh my goosh, look at my History notes, I wrote down whatever Ms Liana taught (not exactly). On second thought, maybe I should take History next year. MAYBE. Science was pretty much awesome though. I kinda get a clearer picture of atoms, Ions and Chemistry stuff. I wanna take Biology! Why? Because Ms Tan is teaching Biology. Hah! There's a high possibility that it'll be fun, but it's not a confirm that there will be Biology. It's just a M-A-Y-B-E. Today my dad bought food from pasarmalam home. Yay. I saved the Ramly burger for Natasha mummeh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been laughing to Shalihan's sarcasm nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Darryl: I smell chicken rice!&lt;br /&gt;Shalihan: (whispers) I just farted.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalihan was just joking though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O-o-o-o-over love love is pain, pain, O-o-o-o-over love break it&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Natasha: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHUT UP LAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neon jeongmal mystery, mystery, mystery, mystery&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1Q9stySbJI/AAAAAAAABp4/LfrcRl8nUNA/s400/281220092683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428031289302346898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; NUR NATASHA BTE ZAMAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Not big enough is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAMAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-7006022289866086190?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7006022289866086190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7006022289866086190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dad-is-awesome-like-me.html' title='My dad is awesome, like me.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1Q4ckAzrFI/AAAAAAAABpw/mTKPyUPwu-U/s72-c/tumblr_kwdrj7K5YJ1qattdbo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1673026024143094577</id><published>2010-01-17T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma mère est une garce égoïste. on assez dit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1KpeqBC92I/AAAAAAAABpo/LefExWaPYus/s1600-h/P1000191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1KpeqBC92I/AAAAAAAABpo/LefExWaPYus/s400/P1000191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427586845074716514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was superdupersumo. I was anticipating for today. I was supposed to be punished today, because of my delinquency. But I was safe, for this moment, only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-1673026024143094577?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1673026024143094577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1673026024143094577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/ma-mere-est-une-garce-egoiste-on-assez.html' title='Ma mère est une garce égoïste. on assez dit.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1KpeqBC92I/AAAAAAAABpo/LefExWaPYus/s72-c/P1000191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-2266816485351491802</id><published>2010-01-15T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'>cry me a river, that leads me to your ocean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1CEl5CkRQI/AAAAAAAABpg/Kklikurttew/s400/P1000189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426983337483060482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I foresee more eyebags. I've been staying up late doing homeworks and projects etc. What d'ya expect? After recess, my eyes will get damn heavy and I may sleep during the lessons after that, especially Math &amp;amp; Geography. Amazing. So tired during class, but since Laughter is the best medicine, my lovely 2E4 kept me hyped up and still, I'm the girl who laughs the loudest. Awesome. I'm so sorry of  haven't been updating or blogging my post with the normal word count as before. Please don't mind me. You have my XOXO's though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-2266816485351491802?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2266816485351491802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2266816485351491802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/cry-me-river-that-leads-me-to-your.html' title='cry me a river, that leads me to your ocean.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S1CEl5CkRQI/AAAAAAAABpg/Kklikurttew/s72-c/P1000189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-6534380179004725175</id><published>2010-01-14T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HanKyung is Hunky-ute (:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me love KiBum'/><title type='text'>this is the beat that makes us wind up</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S076bYP-qMI/AAAAAAAABpY/y6hQL9ryM00/s400/tumblr_kvjudoik2X1qa4sh8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426549949300910274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there's not much homework. Before I start on my homeworks, I listened to KPOP songs. Songs to warm-up this evening. Listening to SJ again, my heart is racing. I'm slowly getting fuzzy feelings. I don't know why. Today will be a short post. I think you've just wasted your time, stalker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-6534380179004725175?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6534380179004725175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6534380179004725175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-beat-that-makes-us-wind-up.html' title='this is the beat that makes us wind up'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S076bYP-qMI/AAAAAAAABpY/y6hQL9ryM00/s72-c/tumblr_kvjudoik2X1qa4sh8.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-389897508280707760</id><published>2010-01-13T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i see someone so beautiful, i tend to stare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S02wsqI7qgI/AAAAAAAABpQ/8HNQN88zQjE/s400/P1000169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426187407323802114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get enough sleep for these past few days. Yes, SCHOOL. It's really stressful though, for someone like me. Tomorrow's science test. Test about the particulate model of matter. I left my science materials in school. Amazing. But thanks to my dear Natasha mummeh (Oh, I love her), I have something to study. Today's CCA attachment was wonderful. The Sec 1s was cooperative. I'm so tired. Everyday, after recess, my eyes start to get heavy. Heavy as in I want to sleep. I used to like geography last year, but I'm not looking for this year's. I mean, we can't blame the teacher but, she/has the initiative/responsibility to make the lesson interesting. She/He has to give out notes or something. I think, I'm gonna flunk my geography this year. That is one of my doubtful thoughts. One thing I'm always looking forward to - CHOIRCHOIRCHOIR! It's fun, especially when Mr Lim is around. Oh, Shalihan's damn funny. There's a table where you hafta fill up the characteristics for the particles with words. And guess what? He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drew&lt;/span&gt; the particles. Amazing (I know that, to some of you, it's lame). Apart from being stressed up/out, my lovely 2E4 made me laugh uncontrollably. They enlightened my mood. Meloveyouawesomepeople. Still, there's alot of homeworks/projects that I can't find the time to do my usuals. I miss being a Sec 1. I miss 2009, gosh that awesome year. There's this one thing I realised; I still adore Mr. O right now, but when I see him, it wasn't the same hype feeling as last year's. I hafta get a grip of myself. Asyiqin, you moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="quote"&gt;Any teen who can wake up in the morning and be willing to face another painful, agonizing day out there in that dark, cold, ugly world is mentally powerful. The one with so many shattered hearts and broken dreams, just searching relentlessly for something, someone to hold on to and believe in. No one in the world is as strong as a teen trying to persevere in this media-centered culture we’re living in. Always being pressured to act like someone else, look like someone else, talk like someone else…be someone else. Listening to rumours and lies said about them, crying themselves to sleep at night, being made fun of for looks and interests, and as a result: suicides, shootings, depression, and sometimes leading up to even terrorism. So think about the things you say and do before you pursue them, because the actions you perform today might have an effect on the world tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                                                                                                    &lt;table style="margin-top: 10px;" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;                                         —                                     &lt;/td&gt;                                     &lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;                                         &lt;b&gt;Unknown.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-389897508280707760?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/389897508280707760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/389897508280707760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-i-see-someone-so-beautiful-i-tend.html' title='When i see someone so beautiful, i tend to stare.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S02wsqI7qgI/AAAAAAAABpQ/8HNQN88zQjE/s72-c/P1000169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-5062752411831411927</id><published>2010-01-11T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brutal like awesome shit.</title><content type='html'>Oh, fug it. I dont know what the heg Mr Kiong's teaching in class. I have no idea how to do D&amp;amp;T, my malay is getting worse. How awesome. Amazing. And I'm getting too tired and sleepy. I had 4hours afternoon nap nowadays. After school, when I was talking to my friends, I was barely opening my eyes, and was blinking for like countless of times. Im tired, broke. I'm sleepy like superbadass. byee. I'll maybe MIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-5062752411831411927?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5062752411831411927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5062752411831411927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/brutal-like-awesome-shit.html' title='brutal like awesome shit.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-8759357986709288558</id><published>2010-01-10T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feels like i'm in a race, but i already won first place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0mL9M5hs3I/AAAAAAAABpI/UIrOH3jCpcw/s1600-h/P1000131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0mL9M5hs3I/AAAAAAAABpI/UIrOH3jCpcw/s400/P1000131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425021109695263602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with Literature, all I've left is colouring my cover page.&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I. wrote. a. poem. about. the. moon.&lt;/blockquote&gt; And I'm guilty of it. Actually, not exactly. One thing I'm happy is, the rooftop door of this building is open at night. And I went to the rooftop to get a sneak preview. And yes, I sneaked out of the house, but it wasn't late at night. Probably around 8. The wind was awesome. And it was cold. I escaped my hot and stuffy house. And it was dark. But I can't find the moon. I saw alot of clouds. And I started imagining stuff. Once, there was a cloud that looked like Playboy icon. You know, the bunny. Not the first time though. And then I left the scene, feeling so dead. Today was so pumped. Productive. I'm gonna finish all my homeworks. And for the first time, Asyiqin's being so hardworking. All homeworks as in ALL homeworks, even though the due date is a day after tomorrow. I wanna use the extra time to catch up on my Math &amp;amp; Science, since I took so long to solve a simple Math problem and my Science test is coming soon. I can't wait for tomorrow. Suddenly, I feel so excited. Oh, and I'm wearing sapphire blue today, currently. My hairband is Sapphire blue, so are my t-shirt and shorts. SUJU FIGHTING! Hah! I still haven't watch EHB. I need to prioritise. Homeworks come first. Perhaps, I shall watch it next weekend. Nowadays, I've been arguing with my mother. Big deal. I rather go to school than to stay at home. She kept on saying that I'm fat, she's been controlling my diet. And I was like, "Go care about your weight lah! I'm not fat! I didn't fail my NAPFA. Stop insulting me lah! Shut up!~" She's a moron. It tears me up inside when I have to talk back, at least I'm standing for what is right. I've been neglected by my parents these past weeks. Not only my parents, but my siblings. I fugging hate when my Mother ignores what I say.  And my parents, forgot my birthday. FML. Ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-8759357986709288558?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/8759357986709288558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/8759357986709288558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/feels-like-i-in-race-but-i-already-won.html' title='feels like i&amp;#39;m in a race, but i already won first place.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0mL9M5hs3I/AAAAAAAABpI/UIrOH3jCpcw/s72-c/P1000131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-5786475340494906728</id><published>2010-01-09T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're really a mystery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0iTRsg5h9I/AAAAAAAABpA/2tyBN9QO-Uk/s1600-h/tumblr_kv9mz5lcY71qzfkono1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0iTRsg5h9I/AAAAAAAABpA/2tyBN9QO-Uk/s400/tumblr_kv9mz5lcY71qzfkono1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424747683383969746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days, I was bearing a grudge on someone, but who the fug cares? However, at the same time, I had fun with my awesome 2EFourkers. Today was CCA open house, it was awesome. Somehow, we exceeded Ms Sng's expectations. I felt like I wanna sing again and again. The feeling was just so awesome. And yes, I got the point whereby I get to see Mr. O, but the feeling isn't the same. I'm getting more and more long-houred afternoon naps. I feel so tired. Oh, and more eyebags. How awesome. And Ms Tan changed our seating arrangements. How cool. Sarcastically cool. I feel so far from the spotlight, and I'm sitting beside the oh-so-quiet-and-sarcastic Shalihan. Hah. My brother's being a fcuktard, kept on hiding my stuff because of me not giving him the remote control. How lame can he be. Super lame. I'm currently pokai. I have nothing to talk about. Oh, and about Sophia's incident, I don't wanna elaborate much on that. Scared that she claims I bully her. Hah! I'm so tired. I hate people who take advantagr on my stuff. Ass. I wanna sleep. Looking forward for Monday's Assembly - my fave part of the Day. At least there's something to look forward to. I'll end here. You have my goodbyes though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-5786475340494906728?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5786475340494906728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5786475340494906728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-really-mystery.html' title='you&amp;#39;re really a mystery.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0iTRsg5h9I/AAAAAAAABpA/2tyBN9QO-Uk/s72-c/tumblr_kv9mz5lcY71qzfkono1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-3060667862807110250</id><published>2010-01-05T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's beating for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0MqUHKc-WI/AAAAAAAABo4/bYhTAHzpBhQ/s1600-h/25615.5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0MqUHKc-WI/AAAAAAAABo4/bYhTAHzpBhQ/s400/25615.5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423224901292849506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was moody. These days are getting more and more mundane than ever. I came to school, blablabla. D&amp;amp;T was like last year's - same teachers, same atmosphere of studying. English was getting more and more cooler. Ms Goh started a free-writing session for 5 minutes and we get to write about at least something  (even craps) without pausing the act of writing. I was thinking and thinking, and writing and writing random stuff. It's fun, now that was one English lesson to look forward to. I'm oing bankrupt soon. I spend alot, never ever save money before. Personally, my money is my piggy bank. Really. I seriously have nothing to blog about about today. Today's events wasn't such a big deal. Oh wait, maybe me and Natasha's registering for he same religious class. Hoho. I hope Mum will allow me to, since she's been like pestering me, since it's been 4 years, I'm not that commited to my religion. That's not awesome. SERIOUSLY speaking. I'm starting to get eyebags nowadays, and my eyes started to get heavy at 6 pm. I don't know why I'm tired. I don't know why I'm sleepy. I don't know why I feel so moody nowadays. I don't know why I feel so sad nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-3060667862807110250?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3060667862807110250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3060667862807110250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-beating-for-you.html' title='it&amp;#39;s beating for you'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0MqUHKc-WI/AAAAAAAABo4/bYhTAHzpBhQ/s72-c/25615.5.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-11763132447934023</id><published>2010-01-04T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0HSfoM0V4I/AAAAAAAABow/NJp8PPCg8YA/s1600-h/tumblr_kv9nf8HyfR1qzfkono1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0HSfoM0V4I/AAAAAAAABow/NJp8PPCg8YA/s400/tumblr_kv9nf8HyfR1qzfkono1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422846867139745666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was not as fun as I expected though. Yesterday I hanged out with Man Lin and Shafirah, And yes, we are so childish that we attempted to watch Barbie movies but we watched Bratz instead. But Man Ling and I was talking about stuff. Then we went to TMall.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. We got new teachers. Oh whow, I'm too confused to elaborate though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0HSfShPdAI/AAAAAAAABoo/bcNe9dmooAc/s1600-h/P1000027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0HSfShPdAI/AAAAAAAABoo/bcNe9dmooAc/s400/P1000027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422846861319828482" 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/5890437501718500473-11763132447934023?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/11763132447934023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/11763132447934023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome.html' title='awesome.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/S0HSfoM0V4I/AAAAAAAABow/NJp8PPCg8YA/s72-c/tumblr_kv9nf8HyfR1qzfkono1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4250433853086167436</id><published>2010-01-02T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HanKyung is Hunky-ute (:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me love KiBum'/><title type='text'>i chased the internet and got tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Happy fourteenth birthday Faizah!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Sz7NqHNjm7I/AAAAAAAABog/0C8kXygC2no/s1600-h/attack-on-the-pin-up-boys-07453.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Sz7NqHNjm7I/AAAAAAAABog/0C8kXygC2no/s400/attack-on-the-pin-up-boys-07453.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421997124774763442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stressed out from yesterday til' today. Talk about last-minute work. I read my malay novel for Malay Book review. My eyes were burning. It was torturing like freaking shit. I hate Malay like how the elephants hate chilli. Really. I'm really struggling on my Maths Homework. I skipped about 8 questions. And again, I was like "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGG" Maths and Malay are not my thing. Seriously. I hope I can finish it by today, which also includes reading my Malay novel. Lucky thing, I finished 1/3 of the book. Asyiqin, you are awesome, just for today. Tomorrow I'm going out with my friends - a headstart in meeting your friends before school starts. I don't know how 2010 will be like - STRESS? Oh and I forgot to post SUJU'S english names. The names seem so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leeteuk = Dennis&lt;br /&gt;Heechul = Casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hankyung = Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesung = Jerome&lt;br /&gt;Kangin = Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Shindong = Matthew&lt;br /&gt;Sungmin = Vincent&lt;br /&gt;Eunhyuk = Spencer&lt;br /&gt;Donghae = Aiden&lt;br /&gt;Siwon = Andrew&lt;br /&gt;Ryeowook = Nathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kibum = Bryan Trevor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyuhyun = Marcus&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donghae's english name was also mentioned in Full House, whereby he meets Anya &amp;amp; Eva. Donghae's english is so cute. HanKyung doesn’t look like a Joshua to me…but it’s still cute and not too bad of a name. We can call him Josh. I think Matthew suits Shindong well, that’s cute too…Casey for Heechul is nice, too. And Andrew for Siwon. A nice, religious name. Ryeowook as Nathan also isn’t bad.…But Yesung = Jerome? WHATTHEFUG? That’s an…awkward name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;YESTERDAY. Hoho, I bought my SUJU stuff. (Screams)So happy :D (Silent screams) I'm so fucking happy right now that I can shit out rainbows. But I'm not that happy yet because... I haven't finish my homework. And while I was having my night shower yesterday, RDD was playing in my mind. And no, I didn't sing in the shower. Puh-lease... Or maybe, I did? Anyway, I didn't sleep well last night. SUJU's "Sorry Sorry - Answer" was avoiding me to sleep. So when it's about 2am, I was finally asleep. And I had this very weird dream. It's super weird. I'm not surprised though, because I always get weird dreams (dreams that doesn't make any sense) every night. The last thing I remembered was I was with my friends hanging out with SUJU. And we were like, "Roukkugo ROUKKUGO~", since we're not able to communicate in Korean. So epic. This is what you get when you love a Korean boy band. Somewhat like Sophia's dream. I was so random but I broke the silence between my mum and me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I want to go to Korea!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum: Why? Got your boyfriend ah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Ya! I got 2 some more. I two-timer ah! Ki bum and Hankyung! Ahhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(silence) -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silence because my mum was so engrossed in watching Lord of The Rings on TV. As if she understands. I think because Lord of The Rings reminded her of Dad, since Dad left Singapore a few days ago, because he was bored in Singapore -.- I shall never talk to Mum when she is watching the TV, I will pretty much be ignored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I'd better continue doing my homeworks now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saranghaeyo. (It seems that 'Saranghaeyo' is the only Korean sentence I know.)&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/5890437501718500473-4250433853086167436?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4250433853086167436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4250433853086167436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-chased-internet-and-got-tired.html' title='i chased the internet and got tired.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Sz7NqHNjm7I/AAAAAAAABog/0C8kXygC2no/s72-c/attack-on-the-pin-up-boys-07453.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-6013999588388317648</id><published>2010-01-01T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now let's copy pokerface.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p80/TraciGrant/Super%20Junior/zSuper%20Junior%20Pairs/pairs%20-%20gif/kibumhankyung2.gif" alt="Kibum Hankyung gif Heroine 6 Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone. 2009 has been a great year, I guess so. Mum is till deciding where to go today. Firstly she was like, "Do you want to go cycling at East Coast?" And I was like, "Can go somewhere air-conditioned?" I was referring to the malls. But instead she answered, "Singapore flyer?" I replied to her that I had a weird nightmare about the Singapore Flyer. So I might not wanna go there. Another reason is, I'm afraid that I might not be able to finish my homeworks on time, especially my Malay. Gah, screw homeworks.  And for my maths, I totally forgot how to do Algebra. Amazing. Asyiqin, you moron. I cut my fringe, hoho. Not that short.  Since school's reopening soon in a few days time, I don't wanna get a warning from a teacher on the first day of a brand new year. I hope this year will be even awesome than 2009's. It's also the last year I'm with my awesome class, I'd better make it last like awesome shit. Twitter is driving me nuts. I can't log in to my account because of wrong password, when actually it was the correct one. Like what the fug. I'm currently eating some Christmas cookies that my neighbour gave me. The cookies were all star-shapes, each different colour - green and yellow. All of them tasted like cinnamon. My younger brother hates the way they tasted. Hah! And plus, I'm drinking milk while eating those cookies. How awesome. Oh and see the picture above (points up)? Me Love Them &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-6013999588388317648?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6013999588388317648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6013999588388317648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-let-copy-pokerface.html' title='now let&amp;#39;s copy pokerface.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-3371967230916677743</id><published>2009-12-31T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We live in OZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szw_-tg7MKI/AAAAAAAABn4/7kIOVoz7C6g/s1600-h/hankyung-screenshot-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szw_-tg7MKI/AAAAAAAABn4/7kIOVoz7C6g/s400/hankyung-screenshot-2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421278398049366178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. I can't believe I finished watching Forrest Gump for English Homework. I don't quite get it, but it's worth watching though. All I've left is Malay book reviews, Math (some questions not done) and photocopying for Audi the English Homework. Sighs. I'm so in love with my blog. Haha, I only go there just to listen to my music playlist, "Oh my Super Girl...". It's unbelievable that today's the last day of 2009. For the first time of my life, I have a New Year Resolution. So, all this while, I didn't have a resolution for my last 13 years, because I don't frigging know the meaning of 'resolution'. But anyway. my resolution is to be a HHH. Ha. Ha. Ha. I was just kidding.  HHH stands for High, Hyper, Happier. I aim for happiness. Happiness reminds me of SUJU's Haengbok! Heh. I haven't been checking my Farmville &amp;amp; Fishville. Yes, I'm so childish. Like OMG, it's fun. Totally remind me of Eunhyuk's "I collect cars. I do it everyday. Because it's FUN~" I'm in the SUJU FEVER now. They gave me fuzzy feelings. Weee! Why do everything pretty much reminded me of Super Junior? Talk about happiness, this video gave me the opposite reaction. Not exactly. It's so sweet that your fans are singing your song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-AWxGp2RGFo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-AWxGp2RGFo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song made me burst into tears. SUJU was crying, especially the Leader. But a few didn't show their emotions, they are crying inside. Look at the fans who sang the entire song, they're filled with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4K0By3n8QEU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4K0By3n8QEU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, he's mine. I was just joking though. I mean he's famous, so pretty much every girl wants him. But ME LOVE KIM KI BUM. I don't want anyone I know to touch him. I'm being selfish. Serious. See that picture on top (points up) that's Hankyung. Hoho. ME LOVE HANYUNG/HANGENG. I haven't buy my pencil case yet. I want a pencil case where I can pin my Hankyung Name Tag on. Probably not a MYUK pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Z3dy_VIdX0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Z3dy_VIdX0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, this video still got me laughing! Right Natasha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ezw43Qv9X8I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ezw43Qv9X8I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-3371967230916677743?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3371967230916677743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3371967230916677743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-live-in-oz.html' title='We live in OZ'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szw_-tg7MKI/AAAAAAAABn4/7kIOVoz7C6g/s72-c/hankyung-screenshot-2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-7724426090856800086</id><published>2009-12-30T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't look at the stars the same way i did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzsbhcSa9mI/AAAAAAAABnw/xuTgHPYVRZE/s1600-h/KimKiBum.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzsbhcSa9mI/AAAAAAAABnw/xuTgHPYVRZE/s400/KimKiBum.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420956837813614178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching "Attack on the Pin-up Boys". It was hilarious. I can't believe that the culprit was Ki Bum - the attacker who threw his shits at pretty boys. I recommend this movie, if you're willing to watch it. I don't force anyone to watch. When it came to the scene where Hankyung/Hangeng was playing basketball, I was like "OMG Hankyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung! (shows retarded face &amp;amp; claps continuosly until the scene ended)" Oh and, Kim Ki Bum was the main character! The effects were epic, man. The scene where Sungmin was opening his locker, there were candies pouring over him endlessly. And also, the scene where the subject teacher threw her chalk at Ki Bum who was looking at Dong Hae, her gesture when she threw the the chalk made her look like she threw it drop-dead hard. Drop-dead hard that it will leave a bruise on Ki Bum's head. But actually it didn't -.- It kinda reminded me of Darryl playing badminton with me, Audi &amp;amp; Romeo. He sounded an effect while hitting the shuttlecock whereby it makes us believe that his hitting it hard, but instead it's not. At least, SUJU and Darryl's funny moments made me happy. I don't even know why I'm wearing "This is my happy tshirt" t-shirt. Look at Ki Bum's face, so sad right?(points up) I was feeling that way, when my mum told me that she forgot my birthday. And to make it even worse, she's leaving Singapore on my birthday, along with my Dad and Asyirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mum: Qin, I'm leaving for Batavia on the 13th to 15th February for your uncle's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WALIAO! MY BIRTHDAY IS ON 14TH FEBRUARY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Eh? Oh ya ah. No wonder, I remember 14th february is so familiar...&lt;br /&gt;Me: WALIAO, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FORGOT YOUR VERY FIRST SUPERGENIUS DAUGHTER'S BIRTHDAY! SEE AH, YOU MAKE ME CRY! (sobs) I hate you ah. I hate you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but the part where they're leaving with Asyirin makes me easy. She's one spoilt drag queen, that makes people do whatever she says. I don't even know why I'm typing so fast. But apparently, my right hand types faster than my left hand. Oh whow. Alot of people just asked me some math question and I was like, "uhmm, I havent done my Maths homework. Sorry."  That's right, Asyiqin's still procrastinating. How awesome can she be. I'm made of 100% awesomeness, FYI. Okay, so I've watched Full house, I've watched Attack on the Pin-up boys, all I've left is E.H.B! Hoho. I can't believe that the time I killed to watch these SUJU videos/movie can be used for doing homework. Temptations &amp;amp; Distractions, what are they here for? Asyiqin, you moron. I shall be off to fighting my arch nemesis, MATH. Well not literally fight, but completing, doing homework kinda fight. Fighting reminded me of SUJU by the way. But before I start on my homeworks, I hafta show Asyirin and Ring Ding Dong, since she's been pestering me to show her. I don't know why Korean songs and celebrities are so addictive. Asian people are so hot, so fla and they're ska high. Asian people that includes me of course (self-praise), I'm tryna spread positivity by the way, just to be positive of myself. To be positive is to act positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szsbg2IWSnI/AAAAAAAABno/CPsQaiblWKo/s1600-h/attack-on-the-pin-up-boys.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szsbg2IWSnI/AAAAAAAABno/CPsQaiblWKo/s400/attack-on-the-pin-up-boys.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420956827570817650" 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/5890437501718500473-7724426090856800086?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7724426090856800086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7724426090856800086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-won-look-at-stars-same-way-i-did.html' title='I won&amp;#39;t look at the stars the same way i did.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzsbhcSa9mI/AAAAAAAABnw/xuTgHPYVRZE/s72-c/KimKiBum.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4394869959828573384</id><published>2009-12-29T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>North London Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szm8EYNyuRI/AAAAAAAABlY/ZLRYXV6Jk9I/s1600-h/tumblr_kunh5t4M111qaoiboo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szm8EYNyuRI/AAAAAAAABlY/ZLRYXV6Jk9I/s400/tumblr_kunh5t4M111qaoiboo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420570409922902290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was awesome. Went to perform at the Esplanade with ESChorale for Unity in Diversity concert. Came to school by bus 28, chat with CZ friend, Si Hui. It's been so long man. But anyway, when the rest came, me and Natasha were like laughing &amp;amp; crying at the same time, because of the SUJU Full House that made us laugh. We were like "Yo whassup baby touchy touchy", "Nice weather~" and stuff. What a day. SUJU really gave me the hype. The makeup room was big, sarcastically big. Serious. Joshua and Khoirul were really sarcastic when it comes to describing how big the room is. Time was a rush. We have 30 minutes to eat our dinner, which also includes dressing up for the photoshoot. The food was great, but it's hard to eat, as in we have to use plastic forks &amp;amp; spoons to cut the chicken. Well, at least I'm full. It's even better than staying at home, where my mum kept both eyes on my diet; she worries too much about me growing big. I have to give her this reply, "It's puberty! We girls will have our hips widen! And also, I'm muscular! (shows arm muscles)." I totally froze when the SAF &amp;amp; SPF Bands were playing their first few songs, because, the audience were watching the Choirs. I kept on telling myself, "Not a single movement, Asyiqin, not a single one." And my body aches like awesome shit. It was, the audience received it good. Had a great time. Everyone seemed so friendly. We waited for like about 30 minutes for our bus, and I reached home 11+. So late. No one fetching me also. I love my choir. Can't wait for the Sec 1s recruitment programme. Love singing "I say a little prayer for you". Enough about excitement. Wait, not enough. I love KIM KI BUM &amp;amp; HANKYUNG &amp;amp; THE REST OF SUJU! Actually, it's not enough, but anyway, I haven't touched my homeworks yet. What's the point man. Holidays are for us to enjoy &amp;amp; relax, why give us homeworks when we go mental over it. I did the first question of my math hoemwork, and then I moved on, I saw algebra, I was like "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUG!" I'm losing my basic algebra skills. (Wait Asyiqin, I didn't know you have basic Algebra skills. You never did. All you did was sleeping and stoning while teacher was teaching.) Yeah. Nadhrah &amp;amp; Audi called me. They only called to tell me how much they miss me and to ask me the homework questions. LOL. Mum's been procrastinating on buying my school books and uniform. I hope I can buy the uniform which is a size smaller than my current one. I have to fold the sleeve man. Hoho, it's big &amp;amp; loose. It's because mum's afraid that I'll grow up and be one rebel. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szm8FlQihSI/AAAAAAAABlw/1IOWGXLJirI/s400/281220092681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420570430603953442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szm8FLg2zII/AAAAAAAABlo/ZSoDqQt88fk/s1600-h/281220092679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szm8FLg2zII/AAAAAAAABlo/ZSoDqQt88fk/s400/281220092679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420570423693069442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szm8EgyP7KI/AAAAAAAABlg/66yWkWo6DTM/s1600-h/281220092678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szm8EgyP7KI/AAAAAAAABlg/66yWkWo6DTM/s400/281220092678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420570412223294626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look like bimbo, don't mention it. Okay, and today was like the usuals. Stayed at home,  eating breakfast only, using the computer, procrastinating on my homeworks. Yup, the usuals. Oh, and if you notice, the top picture, Kim Ki Bum, is facing my profile picture. Cute right. See, just a simple smile can get myself notice by Kim Ki Bum. Like OMG, HE'S FACING ME! (Asyiqin, stop being so lame &amp;amp; crappy). But whatever. Oh and, my hair is in the prcess of growing longer, and curlier. I'm so gonna get my (natural) Victorian Curls back. Hoho. Mum kept on pestering to rebond my hair again, and I was like, "Wh..No!" Always the same reply. Always. Oh and I wanna reply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jumairah&lt;/span&gt;'s tag; Yeah, FINALLY! . Serious. Natasha so sweet, I wanna play the scissors paper stone game. Hah! So cool. And the "Let's learn English. What is this?~" Total LOLster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzoUIoXxcBI/AAAAAAAABng/jfIKggQ3PfY/s1600-h/DSC05135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzoUIoXxcBI/AAAAAAAABng/jfIKggQ3PfY/s400/DSC05135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420667240002449426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELOVEYOUPEOPLE.Taken by Karen. Edited by the owner of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to YouTube for now. Saranghaeyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4394869959828573384?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4394869959828573384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4394869959828573384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/north-london-trash.html' title='North London Trash'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Szm8EYNyuRI/AAAAAAAABlY/ZLRYXV6Jk9I/s72-c/tumblr_kunh5t4M111qaoiboo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-7293308819655566659</id><published>2009-12-27T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh oh only for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzduhV3Jl9I/AAAAAAAABlQ/Fx9oigL4XEA/s1600-h/tumblr_ku4rlhtMeZ1qzaeex.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzduhV3Jl9I/AAAAAAAABlQ/Fx9oigL4XEA/s400/tumblr_ku4rlhtMeZ1qzaeex.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419922195646879698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pfffft. Go Sentosa, boring sia. Cheat your feelings only. I dress up so nicenice wear jeans and stuff, at last we going to the beach. So sweaty like crazyshit. Then my sis embarrased e at the MRT, because she was dancing &amp;amp; singing to Ring Ding Dong &amp;amp; Lollipop. -.- All mummeh's &amp;amp; grandmama's fault. They got me addicted. Okay whatever. Tmr's performance. Fuzzy Feelings~ I cried when I watch SUJU's Full House episode. Ki Bum so hot. So is Hankyung. Eunhyuk reminded me of Junwei. Heechul so pretty. And the rest are so cool. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzduhCv97HI/AAAAAAAABlI/IxH4eix4f8I/s1600-h/dxvfsegsw.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzduhCv97HI/AAAAAAAABlI/IxH4eix4f8I/s400/dxvfsegsw.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419922190516481138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MinHo: (suprised) Whow, I have a panda as a fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzdugiB8r4I/AAAAAAAABlA/YC9CzuiOmMM/s1600-h/asdjfhnc.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzdugiB8r4I/AAAAAAAABlA/YC9CzuiOmMM/s400/asdjfhnc.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419922181733527426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Onew: Oh my gosh, this girl look so cute with wings! (surprised)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TRIED MY BEST! SO STRESS~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-7293308819655566659?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7293308819655566659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7293308819655566659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-oh-only-for-you.html' title='Oh oh only for you.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzduhV3Jl9I/AAAAAAAABlQ/Fx9oigL4XEA/s72-c/tumblr_ku4rlhtMeZ1qzaeex.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4780490574068310766</id><published>2009-12-26T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fGlsmKTDV-Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fGlsmKTDV-Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents blamed me for making Hariz cry because I laughed too loud while watching this vid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4780490574068310766?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4780490574068310766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4780490574068310766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-parents-blamed-me-for-making-hariz.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-2204573117082770491</id><published>2009-12-25T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'm not the only one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AZtBofsDF7Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AZtBofsDF7Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me cry. Jealoussssssss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oVhgOUhH6jE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oVhgOUhH6jE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me laugh, and cry. Jealous :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzTJRDN3WbI/AAAAAAAABk4/wwIesWpk7tg/s1600-h/tumblr_ku4qzpXYJs1qzpoce.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzTJRDN3WbI/AAAAAAAABk4/wwIesWpk7tg/s400/tumblr_ku4qzpXYJs1qzpoce.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419177546391968178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending most of time on SUJU. What can I say? They make me so happy. Ki Bum loo so cute in Rainbow Romance, I laughed like fook manx. Oh, and seriously, I hate people who knows that I love Ki Bum and then they started googling Ki Bum and claimed that they like Ki Bum, all because of me. And yes, I'm being selfish. But you, you're being a hoeface. I shall go out with Karen on Tuesday to go Korean shopping. Yay~ A few more days til' our performance at the Esplanade. So excited. Heeeeeh. I haven't touch my homework yet. Shit. I shall start tomorrow then. I seriously have no idea what to blog about today. I havent touch the guitar for a very long time, nor the keyboard. Gah, who cares anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4npUdfEmbQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4npUdfEmbQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHuDiPG4Nqk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHuDiPG4Nqk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally something that will cheer the Holiday spirit up.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas though (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-2204573117082770491?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2204573117082770491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2204573117082770491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-i-not-only-one.html' title='But I&amp;#39;m not the only one.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SzTJRDN3WbI/AAAAAAAABk4/wwIesWpk7tg/s72-c/tumblr_ku4qzpXYJs1qzpoce.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-393977298491416477</id><published>2009-12-24T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make my dreams come true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uPu2diAvLss&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uPu2diAvLss&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ki Bum looked so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2_Ga9OEWN4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2_Ga9OEWN4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSVUNHAqtlM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSVUNHAqtlM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzARJB1DtvM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WzARJB1DtvM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the scene at 5:55 !^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3PYCq4W1Gg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3PYCq4W1Gg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;SUJU MADE ME SO FUCKING HAPPY THAT I CAN SHIT RAINBOWS!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-393977298491416477?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/393977298491416477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/393977298491416477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-make-my-dreams-come-true.html' title='you make my dreams come true.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-5190360904623523969</id><published>2009-12-19T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep holding, because you know we'll make it through.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnE1qMIasYg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnE1qMIasYg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ySI5Lo0xagY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ySI5Lo0xagY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYaCBeVdvhE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYaCBeVdvhE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, at least Glee songs made me feel better :] In one of the episodes, a show choir from a deaf school sang "Imagine" together with Glee Club. It really made me cry. Glee is one show you might wanna watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-5190360904623523969?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5190360904623523969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5190360904623523969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/keep-holding-because-you-know-we-make.html' title='keep holding, because you know we&amp;#39;ll make it through.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-27876255830727158</id><published>2009-12-18T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how overwhelming.</title><content type='html'>2 days of  negativity. 2 days of uncertainty. Yesterday was really saddened. I told the whole family about the free ticket to watch my first grand performance at the Esplanade. And they're not willing to come, since there's only one ticket. And guess what? I broke down immediately after they told me. And I broke down in my room. If you were me, you'll know how I feel. And secondly, (I don't know how to say this but... sighs). I can't believe I'm saying this. I feel alone. Yeah, sure everyone's have something in coomon between each pair. I'm just the odd one out. I see my old friends at the mall, they were 'best' friends. Laughing among themselves. Yes, I claimed that I am my own best friend. I just feel maybe, I don't fit in or something. It's like there's this awkwardness, somehow. Just so you know, all this while I was faking to be happy. If that offends you, then leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Why do everytime I talk to my parents about my day, they're not listening to me? I feel like I'm ignored (yes, Asyiqin, you are ignored). And now, I'm pretty much not looking forward for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;I'm o happy to see all my friends have found that one best friend. I'm happy for you guys. And no, I'm not tryna ask the sympathy for something. But since blogging lets me express my feelings. Then I'm alright. I'm not like those other bloggers out there who wanted to commit suicide but they can't because they make excuses. I'm just some girl who always look in the mirror and think that she's fat. I am one nerdy girl who has pimples all over face, and just can't seem to get her hair in place. I'm one foolish girl who fantasizes about stuff that will never happen in reality. how stupid can I be. I am one girl whom people always call dumb &amp;amp; stupid. Am I right. I am one girl who's always left out, but I dont show it. I am one girl who always get insulted my rich lying bitches. And yes Asyiqin, you are one girl who thinks alot if negativity about yourself and others, and you just can't seem to look a the bright side of life.&lt;br /&gt;Good job Asyiqin. well done. you are awesome. And I dont want anyone to reply to this post on my tagboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-27876255830727158?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/27876255830727158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/27876255830727158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-overwhelming.html' title='how overwhelming.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-468791895961552282</id><published>2009-12-14T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone else but you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FaighpkvAMU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FaighpkvAMU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part when he said, "I stood up for her" made me laugh like ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway I had a long 3 hour afternoon nap, just to escape from ironing the clothes. And guess what, no one has the initiative to iron. I just watched Cahaya, and everytime I see Glenn's face, I scream!&lt;br /&gt;Aahaha. Yeah. Oh, he's so hot that he made me cry. There's this one part that he said something SOOOOOOOO romantic, I cried like fook. He's so hot. Let's change subject, because I don't wanna elaborate much on how hot Glenn is as I emphasized by this phrase, "he's so hot that he made me cry like fook." But anyways, I just came back from the rehearsal at Home Team Academy. That place is huge. And misuari's right, I saw alot of cadets marching like awesomeshit. It was pretty much exhausting, but it's worth your effort. The outcome was almost perfect, I guees. But apparently, someone's too lazy to come for the rehearsal, horrr. Oh, I made new friends! Haha. Nadia and Adeline from Marsiling, and some from Compassvale. East Spring &amp;amp; Compassvale were exchanging information about ES's former principal who's going to Compassvale. Hehe. When we were doing the full run-up, the band had to play their first few songs, and then there's this TP guy sitting beside me was sleeping, so I got influenced and I went to sleep while the band was playing, while waiting for the Choir's cue. So sleepy, our choir's costums were like night dresses, the Harmony Hall was filled with cold air, we are all sitting on soft red seats. Whow. SO COOL. Lunch was pretty awesome. Hehe. I really had fun. Looking forward for the performance on the 28th at Esplanade (:&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&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/5890437501718500473-468791895961552282?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/468791895961552282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/468791895961552282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/anyone-else-but-you.html' title='anyone else but you'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4385733707712969</id><published>2009-12-13T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countless lovers undercover of the streets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SyThp_6GARI/AAAAAAAABkw/LpyNOsb_osM/s1600-h/220px-Glenn_Alienski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SyThp_6GARI/AAAAAAAABkw/LpyNOsb_osM/s400/220px-Glenn_Alienski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414700763652161810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Glenn! So hot. I know to some people he's not hot, but whatever. His eyebags make him look cute. Wait, Hot. I shall watch more of Cahaya. Hehe, planning to watch it, starting from the first episode. I only started loving it when it has reached the climax. I feel awkward, especially blogging. I came back everyday, seeing my tagboard, and the last recent message is the same person. Why did any of the passerbys have the initiative to leave message? More like hit &amp;amp; run.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I recently got a long scar. And I don't know how. It's kinda itchy though. And it's red. How lovely. I don't wanna be like other people who blogs about how they miss school &amp;amp; their friends. So I won't touch on that. I can't wait to go to HTA! Misuari said that once I reach there, I will see people marching everywhere. How cool. And you know what's even cooler? Ahah, some girl who's like (sighs). I know youre cool and everyone likes you, but please just stop reading my blog and taking away the songs in my playlist. Seriously, it is very disturbing. And I think I'm being immature. I'm so gonna face you and say, "Hey, isn't that my previous blog song?" Buat kau teraser. Really pissed like shit. Siaper teraser kau nyer pasal. Anyway, I've changed my blogsong. Something temporary, for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4385733707712969?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4385733707712969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4385733707712969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/countless-lovers-undercover-of-streets.html' title='countless lovers undercover of the streets'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SyThp_6GARI/AAAAAAAABkw/LpyNOsb_osM/s72-c/220px-Glenn_Alienski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-2077351219141431343</id><published>2009-12-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted faces fill the places I can't reach</title><content type='html'>I've been eating alot of spaghetti lately. I couldn't believe that I narrowed my options, and ate Spaghetti. Of all the food in the menu, why spaghetti? I've been going out with family alot nowadays. It's very boring when I'm with Mum and Asyirin. It's super boring. Aasyirin is the biggest mistake ever. Mum pampered her too much such that Asyirin thinks that she's a princess, and Asyirin really pissed me off. PISSED ME OFF. Anyway, I've been watching alot of Indonesian  Dramas lately too. How can I not realised that Glenn Alinskie is cute?  He is so hot (plus cute). I have limited adjectives. So much for studying during the holidays. I have alot of catching up to do. I forgot alot of maly words. I was confused with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pelangi, awan, langit&lt;/span&gt;. I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pelangi&lt;/span&gt; is cloud, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;langit&lt;/span&gt; is cloud. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pelangi&lt;/span&gt; is actually rainbow. -.- Unbelievable. I forgot that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mentega&lt;/span&gt; is butter. -.- Super unbelievable. I borrowed 2 malay books and I didn't read it. And yes, it's for the holiday homework. And you know what's even worse, the due date to return the book is tomorrow. Tough luck Asyiqin, tough luck. Oh well, I can borrow new ones, soon.  Today gave me fuzzy feelings (Natasha, I'm not talking about you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rehearsals for performance at Esplanade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Real performance at Esplanade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't wait to see 2E4 in 2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I'm gonna start on my Farmville soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I'm gonna see Mr. O next year (and it will be better than anything else!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward for my bright promising future ahead of me. Yeah, talk about bright promising. I haven't decided on my goals or what I wanna be when I grow up. I'm too oung too think about it. Perhaps, I'll discover my real talent in the near future and maybe get back to my goals. But there's always one thing I wanna be in life. I wanna be... happy.  Some people just dont understand my life. Some people gave up on love. Trust life a lil' bit. Most singles are happy being single. Most couples are happier being attached. To see and watch my friends being attached, they've changed. I know that they are happier. I used to know you like crazyshit, but you've changed - you're a stranger to my eye. It's like I'm no longer talking to a person I knew before. I'm not saying that that lover of yours brainwashed you or something. But... (sighs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Change topic, previous topic really upsets me. I shall not elaborate much on that. Those who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terase&lt;/span&gt;, that's your problem. Be responsible for our own feelings.&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/5890437501718500473-2077351219141431343?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2077351219141431343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2077351219141431343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/painted-faces-fill-places-i-can-reach.html' title='Painted faces fill the places I can&amp;#39;t reach'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4298862144770588183</id><published>2009-12-10T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop it, lock it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SyD_6vefcgI/AAAAAAAABkg/0v0eyOCbnTo/s1600-h/11854_198789848105_725518105_3283873_528215_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SyD_6vefcgI/AAAAAAAABkg/0v0eyOCbnTo/s400/11854_198789848105_725518105_3283873_528215_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413608136741188098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Choir Camp. I could say that I enjoyed myself, despite the fact that I cried so hard because of the first nightwalk. But for the second one, I feel more happy (seriously, my adjectives are limited). I jumped and scream everytime they tried to scare us. But with ALOT of help by Yan Zhi, everything's fine. Natasha kept on laughing like a retard. For the first day, we sang for like 6 hours. And then there's activities. Activities that require teamwork &amp; communication. It was fun. Almost everything are fun, I just can't list them all. Also, I don't remember most of the things. Fortunately, One of those things are lying down at the parade square at night,watching the clouds pass by at night - looking at the stars twinkling. Oh, and I saw a shooting star.  But apparently, I wish for something that is not important. -.- I love the Angel &amp; Mortal game. Horr Joshua. My mortal is Khoirul. My angel is Joshua. Apparently, Joshua asked me whether to buy this baby toy which looks like hammer for his mortal, then I commented that it's cute. Then I realised that he was my angel as he placed the toy in my pink Giordano sock. Hah! We went to Nee Soon Camp for the second day to combined Choir with Pei Hwa, Compassvale, Macpherson &amp; one more schol for rehearsal. Plus, the SAF Band. The conductor looked like Hitler. And Hitler's being sucha bitch. I hafta attend the rehearsals for 16th &amp; 26th for the real performance at the Esplanade on the 28th. Cool eh? Oh for the second night, me, Shawnzie and Karen stood up all morning looking at the stars, after we  went to Macs for 'supper' at 2am . And we move from one topic to another. Engaging much. AND FOR THE THIRD DAY. I feel so sleep and tired. Didn't get a morning shower. How unhygienic can I be? But anyways, really enjoyed myself :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4298862144770588183?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4298862144770588183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4298862144770588183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/pop-it-lock-it.html' title='pop it, lock it.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SyD_6vefcgI/AAAAAAAABkg/0v0eyOCbnTo/s72-c/11854_198789848105_725518105_3283873_528215_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-72763115394763319</id><published>2009-12-05T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't have to cry me out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i338.photobucket.com/albums/n439/ezkanana/tumblr_ktoj5yWZ0g1qzjymmo1_400.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, today went shopping with family. Bought new (simple) nike bag, and a shirt. Yeaah, just a shirt. Seriously, If I wear this nike bag to school, and I hear negative comments about it, I'm so gonna be pissed like crazyshit. And when I say pissed like crazyshit, I mean it. I don't even wanna talk to you. Oh, and I'll still say, "Fug you." And don't you ever dare talk back and say, "No babies". -'- It will make it even worse. Worse than you ever imagined. And I'm not blogging with a smiley face or in a happy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasnt what I expected. Not expectations. But reality. Sooner or later, I hafta get over it somehow. I'm so not in the mood to go out with friends. Don't blame me, blame puberty. You know I always do. I have no money, I have no mood. So deprived. Currently having a grudge on 2 young posers. Posers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i338.photobucket.com/albums/n439/ezkanana/j12b0zjpg-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i338.photobucket.com/albums/n439/ezkanana/tumblr_ku4c4btGNq1qarjdao1_400.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karenn! (It seems he loves alot of money.)&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/5890437501718500473-72763115394763319?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/72763115394763319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/72763115394763319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-don-have-to-cry-me-out.html' title='you don&amp;#39;t have to cry me out.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4021239103190792146</id><published>2009-12-04T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think you're just so pleasant, I would like you for my own.</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't know what to post about. All this while I'm occupied with work and Farmville. I still have time for Farmville. Sempat eh. Let me start a topic. Okay, I still haven't get my pay. I can't even hangout with friends. Too busy. I got a headstart into being a working teen! Child Labour much? Ahah, just joking. I don't feel good about Choir Camp anyway. Kinda tired nowadays. Deprived of going out with friends. Haven't even touched my homework. Never did. Never will. I feel like doing it last minute. I hate procrastinating, but I still do it. I know (almost) everyone do. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4021239103190792146?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4021239103190792146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4021239103190792146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-you-just-so-pleasant-i-would.html' title='i think you&amp;#39;re just so pleasant, I would like you for my own.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-6507603453580582229</id><published>2009-11-29T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SxJ702hAUkI/AAAAAAAABkQ/9kpsR1cxPDo/s1600/tumblr_kthlaxsrlp1qzmnlso1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SxJ702hAUkI/AAAAAAAABkQ/9kpsR1cxPDo/s400/tumblr_kthlaxsrlp1qzmnlso1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409522250342748738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I haven't been updating my blog for about how many days. I'm currently using Mummy's laptop, since my laptop is waaay hopeless. Maybe it's spoilt. Oh, I'm such a WMD.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing alot of house work lately. That's my work. $100. Like seriously, that's alot, but aint enough. But whatever. I'm currently chatting with 'Negative' Aidyl. Hah, nice name. I have nothing to blog about. Like seriously. Other people have their perfecto lifes to attend to. And they blog much about 'em. While I don't. I doubt people read my posts. Because they know that I've never blog about how many days and the expect that this blog will be not updated because I've been playing too much of Cafe World and Farmville because I'm so addicted to it. What a long reason. But anyways, I blogged about my typical today. Happy? Uncle is so buying me a new digital camera to replace the The Killers concert that I'm gonna miss. Haha, and also as a reward for getting good grades. After I get my $100, I'm so going out with friends and Misuari and Hasanah. And I'll be so freedomised. YAYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-6507603453580582229?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6507603453580582229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6507603453580582229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/hardest-thing-to-do-is-watch-one-you.html' title='The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SxJ702hAUkI/AAAAAAAABkQ/9kpsR1cxPDo/s72-c/tumblr_kthlaxsrlp1qzmnlso1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-2242468439780977894</id><published>2009-11-24T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>expect the unexpected, unexpect the expected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SwvjFjT4i8I/AAAAAAAABkI/otkoSY0Lh9k/s1600/tumblr_ktjnmzBnU91qzd7mjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SwvjFjT4i8I/AAAAAAAABkI/otkoSY0Lh9k/s400/tumblr_ktjnmzBnU91qzd7mjo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407665462105902018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so enlightened and empowered somehow, even though Choir practice was not as great as the last practice's. But the reason why today was so enlightening was MR. O! I saw him today. I didn't expect that anyway. It's always like that. When I expect it to happen, it won't happen. But when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unexpect&lt;/span&gt; it to happen, it will happen. Weird much. So, I shall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unexpect&lt;/span&gt; things like to happen. But anyway, I feel so hyped up. I totally like missed him so much. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whow&lt;/span&gt;, I'm saying these as if I'm his girlfriend or something. I miss watching him walk to his class every morning. I miss the way his hair look. I miss taking 28 to school everyday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Juraimi&lt;/span&gt; kept on mentioning about the 'Snake going in a cave'. Think dirty and you will know what it meant. Gross-ed out. I totally embarrass Natasha. Not exactly, but I did. I exposed her spitting bubble tea pearls at me. It was part of my intro speech. How cool. I can't believe Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; said he has all of the choir members' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blg&lt;/span&gt; URLs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Whow&lt;/span&gt;. Awesome. He wants to read his problem. People insult me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;, I don't give a damn. Because that's what they think right. Perspectives, is what you call. Seriously, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;poeple&lt;/span&gt; just knew me only like virtually but how about LIVE? Okay, change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's a busy one. Like very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SwvisAXNfyI/AAAAAAAABkA/makFynm6GKk/s1600/tumblr_ktk0pifw1E1qzy25ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SwvisAXNfyI/AAAAAAAABkA/makFynm6GKk/s400/tumblr_ktk0pifw1E1qzy25ko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407665023227887394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/23PkA3G6NL8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/23PkA3G6NL8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/5890437501718500473-2242468439780977894?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2242468439780977894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2242468439780977894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/expect-unexpected-unexpect-expected.html' title='expect the unexpected, unexpect the expected'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SwvjFjT4i8I/AAAAAAAABkI/otkoSY0Lh9k/s72-c/tumblr_ktjnmzBnU91qzd7mjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-8459902599142973310</id><published>2009-11-23T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Swqp9duenWI/AAAAAAAABjo/CNS66Tu8iTw/s1600/tumblr_ktht9ifiiU1qza6kro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Swqp9duenWI/AAAAAAAABjo/CNS66Tu8iTw/s320/tumblr_ktht9ifiiU1qza6kro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407321176028388706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I fucken play Cafe World?  I hate people who changed the channel when I'm actually watching my all-time favourite teen series 90210. I mean just get the fuckin hell out. I hate it when you go online to watch movies/shows, and they give you back crap. But anyway, thanks to Shalihan, I killed time watching New Moon. I laughed too much while fooling around with 3 siblings, that excludes Hariz. I shall include Misuari as my sibling from now on. Yay there's choir tomorrow. Haha, cant wait. Especially the part where by I'm gonna embarrass Natasha. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-8459902599142973310?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/8459902599142973310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/8459902599142973310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-cant-i-fucken-play-cafe-world-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Swqp9duenWI/AAAAAAAABjo/CNS66Tu8iTw/s72-c/tumblr_ktht9ifiiU1qza6kro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-8832512240655687134</id><published>2009-11-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweet joy, always remember me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="width: 256px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=155079961&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="lt" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="256" height="128"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss these people so much. Roll over/hover each pictures for description. Focus on the picture where there is a close-up on Audi's braces. Damn shiok punyer. Oh, and I forgot. I miss Mr. O. For some reasons, I don't wanna post his pictures, obviously my secret will be exposed right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, went to the library to borrow books for malay homework. I borrowed the ones that are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Fonts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less pages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed extra 2 English Book. I read "Over and Over you" and there was suspense maynn. Really killed time while reading that. Can't wait to continue reading. So after the going to the library, me and Misuari sent Hasanah off to work. And again. it was pure laughter. I accidentally bumped into this auntie and like what normal people's reactions are "Ah!", "Oi!", "Hell-o?". But this aunti, wahh damn (un)glam, she said, "Blurgghh" in a low tone. Damn funny. Made me laugh from the MRT to Century Square. I guess I laughed way too loud. I can't wait for choir. Hah, you know why. Gosh, I have nothing to talk about now. I don't wanna talk about Mum, because I've mentioned her in my previous post. I don't wanna talk about Megavideo pissing me off because it's still pissing me off. Oh, I ate alot of JCO Donuts! How 'bout that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-8832512240655687134?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/8832512240655687134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/8832512240655687134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-sweet-joy-always-remember-me.html' title='my sweet joy, always remember me.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-695961116954817020</id><published>2009-11-21T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I say a little prayer for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SwiIZ6-lMjI/AAAAAAAABjg/GUVxpk2l3gQ/s1600/tumblr_ktgpu4IdBV1qao3z7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SwiIZ6-lMjI/AAAAAAAABjg/GUVxpk2l3gQ/s320/tumblr_ktgpu4IdBV1qao3z7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406721331568128562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megavideo's pissing me off like dumbshit. Im tryna watch my 90210 weekend marathon here. Aand theyre like claimin that I've watched (insertnumber) minutes and I hafta wait for (insertnumber) minutes more. wtf. Today was really screwed. Blame megavideo and mum for calling me 'stupid'. Im not stupid. You are stupid to call me stupid, stupid. You sent me to school, Ive learnt something. I got alot distinctions, and those are evidences that proves I'm clever like crazyshit. I hate talking to you Mum. I bloghopped alot today. And since Im pissed, I tend to look at people's negative side. And I'll start to hate them. And I will say, "Gosh, I hate the way she types on her blog. Her boyf really need to fxcked up." Yup. CHANGE TOPIC. Anybody who bought Bieber's album and found a golden ticket in it, is so lucky. Bieber will come to your house and make you breakfast plus have a private concert. Haha, this news really cheered me up, for awhile -.- Yeah he's cute. Apparently, he's too famous that I'll have to get over him. I think I should buy albums of artist that I like. Buy for the sake of buying only. CHANGE TOPIC. Tumblarity drops. CHANGE TOPIC. I miss my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-695961116954817020?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/695961116954817020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/695961116954817020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-say-little-prayer-for-you.html' title='I say a little prayer for you'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SwiIZ6-lMjI/AAAAAAAABjg/GUVxpk2l3gQ/s72-c/tumblr_ktgpu4IdBV1qao3z7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-3386274191092358228</id><published>2009-11-20T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And i said no.</title><content type='html'>Today was cold. Like cold. Had to accompany Mum to go for appointment. Then ate breakfast at Century square. Rushed to Park Royal Hotel to settle some errands and went to Telok Kurau for Maid agency. And bought donuts from Tampines One. Imma be straightforward. Check Out Glee's music! I wish our school choir could sing like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLSsmVHkZyg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLSsmVHkZyg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song we're singing in Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jH3qXYB2hX8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jH3qXYB2hX8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duffy Cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4r9oC3ojVc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N4r9oC3ojVc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;I CANT WAIT FOR CHOIR PRACTICE!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-3386274191092358228?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3386274191092358228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3386274191092358228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-said-no.html' title='And i said no.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-3427592900994008347</id><published>2009-11-19T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with eyes like sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SwT1aJk1TUI/AAAAAAAABjY/Efq6Nqc8zps/s1600/161120092584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SwT1aJk1TUI/AAAAAAAABjY/Efq6Nqc8zps/s320/161120092584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405715282347248962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather productive, I think. Woke up and played badminton with Misuari and Hasanah. Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepak &lt;/span&gt;with them and these 2 extras; Bul and M -.- Don't wanna elaborate on that topic much. But had fun playing with Hasanah and Misuari. Pure laughter. Yesterday's "Paper Heart" was meaningfully awesome.  Charlyne is so lucky to kiss Micheal Cera. I feel so jealous. Heh. This week's Movie marathon week. Movies that includes Micheal Cera of course. I just finished watching Nick &amp;amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist. So cute. Especially when Micheal Cera's in it. Okay, whatever movie that Micheal Cera's in, that particular movie will be cute. I'm still waiting for "St Trinians 2" to come out. But thankfully, "Pirate Radio" has just been released. Next week's is working week. 13 and working? Hah, yes. I made a deal (maybe a contract) with parents that they will pay me $100 every month for doing the household chores. Now how cool is that? Because, our family will be maid-less for a few weeks, and my mum just gave birth so, I think I'd be a help. I'm so gonna be RICH! RICH! Okay, I hafta cut the crap. $100 is not that rich. Look at Kon; who can gets any amount whenever she wants, form the bank. Isn't that so... dominating? Wait, I hope that $100 won't be used for buying my school books. Haha. Soon, I'll have freedom and get a headstart in my hardcore shopping. Currently listening to Tik Tok by Ke$ha. She reminded me of the girl who played Caroline in NNIP. She sound so drunk. They sound so drunk. They refers to Ke$ha and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the-girl-who-played-Caroline-in-NNIP&lt;/span&gt;. Year one is so... sarcastic. Not exactly. Sarcasm + Stupidity.  They say, "Sarcasm is the best defence against stupidity." But in this case, the director is putting the defence with terrorist together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-3427592900994008347?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3427592900994008347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3427592900994008347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-eyes-like-sunset.html' title='with eyes like sunset'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SwT1aJk1TUI/AAAAAAAABjY/Efq6Nqc8zps/s72-c/161120092584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-5369729894649169144</id><published>2009-11-18T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna hear your sad songs, because I don't wanna feel your pain.</title><content type='html'>Okay okay, I shall take back my words. I have to blog here anyways. This week has been a great week, I guess. And I have an awesome week ahead of me. Especially Choir practice. (Finally) looking forward to it. This week's rather fun, fun accompanying Mum and Hariz at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for MTV's 16 and Pregnant. Wanna know how it feels like when you're pregnant underage. Especially when you're getting dreams (or night mares, I supposed) of you being pregnant underage. Check for my tumblrlog for full updates and reblogs. Personally, I reblog photos more than what I post originally. Oh, that includes my twitter. It's fun tweeting... with Huda Monsta. Ahah. Today was shocking. Faizal's out. Like ZOMG. Nadhrah's tweets flooded my twitter Dashboard. Like ZOMG. 2012 the movie is a movie brainwashing our young innocent minds. Like ZOMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-5369729894649169144?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5369729894649169144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5369729894649169144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-don-wanna-hear-your-sad-songs-because.html' title='I don&amp;#39;t wanna hear your sad songs, because I don&amp;#39;t wanna feel your pain.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-373080680339531235</id><published>2009-11-14T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes, I know I havent been updating for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of secondary websites?&lt;br /&gt;visit &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://unrulyaspirins.blogspot.com"&gt;http://unrulyaspirins.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for updates.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for heaven's sake, visit both sites for more updates.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-373080680339531235?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/373080680339531235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/373080680339531235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-i-know-i-havent-been-updating-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-288509334240375849</id><published>2009-11-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr.o why did you make me wait?'/><title type='text'>wait they don't love you like I love you</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging for like 3 days or so. Really lazy. Oh and haven't you heard? Hariz came home. Haha. He looked so cute when he open his eyes, and he rarely smiles. Haha. These little imperfections made it so perfect. Uncle wanted to treat me to go to The Killers concert Live in Singapore next year, but I turned down. I'm not a big fan of them and besides, his friends are also following, so I'm the odd one out. Maybe next time. Make sure it's the concert of my fave artist. Hah. Currently, discussing with Karen about class gathering. I really miss school. Really bored and tryna kill time with me using my laptop. I'm getting bored of it. I want a new Digital  Camera, I want a new handphone, I want a pair of new spectacles, I want a new school bag, I want new clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-288509334240375849?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/288509334240375849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/288509334240375849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/wait-they-don-love-you-like-i-love-you.html' title='wait they don&amp;#39;t love you like I love you'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-3901588743370298432</id><published>2009-11-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it when you call, but you never call at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SvdZMqW0WbI/AAAAAAAABjI/9n15cISsRU0/s1600-h/shafe.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SvdZMqW0WbI/AAAAAAAABjI/9n15cISsRU0/s400/shafe.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401884352117496242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;SMR(t).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's morning. Early Morning. HAH. I seriously dreamt of Mr. O. On bicycle. I don't wanna elaborate much on the dream. Oh, Happy birthday Shafirah. YAY. Had fun paying with Audi Badminton. Bloghopped after that. YAY. Really bored. There's choir tomorrow. Still ain't looking forward to it, especially the warmups. Efair was great. Really missed alot of CZ people there. And Omairah, you are not meant to be emo. Raidah really slimmed down and was really hyped up and funny that day. Justin almost broke my fingers when we Hi-5ed. Ashikin and me were similar. We like the same guys from same class. Hi-5ed too much. Too hard. Oh and on Saturday, went to the Zoo with Family for STMicroelectronics Family day. 40th Anniversary. WE GOT FREE PASSES. AND we got 1 goodie bag with only 4 items (A 'circle' fan, a picnic mat, 2 packets of bun). And I forgot to bring one whole packet of epok-epok. How forgetful can I get? Awesome. Oh, Misuari took a picture of 2 mongooses having sex. When people came to see them, they come out of their holes (?). Hah. Beside me there's this floating pervert. It's Dora from Dora the explorer. She's filled with helium, and tied to the cabinet knob. And she makes silly plastic noises and floats. Her eyes will stare at whoever who's in the room. Who let her into the house? Asyirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1decRVDV0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1decRVDV0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really inspired by Leona Lewis's Happy. There's the video in my previous posts. This taylor swift video is to cheer up the sad souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SvglLrzHhtI/AAAAAAAABjQ/F3h0Ia-2LfU/s1600-h/280820091786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SvglLrzHhtI/AAAAAAAABjQ/F3h0Ia-2LfU/s400/280820091786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402108635696826066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would like to bring up NWestwick's personal quote. HAH.&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/5890437501718500473-3901588743370298432?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3901588743370298432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/3901588743370298432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-it-when-you-call-but-you-never.html' title='I love it when you call, but you never call at all.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SvdZMqW0WbI/AAAAAAAABjI/9n15cISsRU0/s72-c/shafe.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4084155300379566840</id><published>2009-11-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruelty has a human heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SvLeyPgIwXI/AAAAAAAABi4/m7oAbJj22W4/s1600-h/12465_1266328983222_1379727579_30731360_556275_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SvLeyPgIwXI/AAAAAAAABi4/m7oAbJj22W4/s320/12465_1266328983222_1379727579_30731360_556275_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400623857906794866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Day of Sec 1, photo taken by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darryl James&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been really busy lately. Hah, from morning till night. I really had fun accompanying mum. Especially when Misuar, Haziq and Asyirin  is around. Pure madness mayn. Haziq will bully Asyirin, Asyirin will hit Haziq back and give the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stare&lt;/span&gt;'. Very funny. They can even quarrel and fight (literally) for kiddy rides, despite the fact that Haziq's a 10 year old. Me and Misuari wil be laughing at them. Mummy got to carry Abdul Hariz. Yay manszxc. Me and Misuari will be planning to do more covers during the holidays, after his Os. Bored much? Oh, Dad and Misuari watch the Class Vid and our Love Story Parody, and trust me, they laughed so hard. 1E4 did a great job :] Anyway, whoever who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaking Butt&lt;/span&gt; who tagged my tagboard yesterday, is the most coolest person maynn. Seriously. Are you tryna be sarcastic or what? Tryna spam? Spam. I dont even care, I don't even have a spammer before except for a flooder, right Audi? Besides, it's almost fun replying and insulting you back. My blogsongs are my type of songs. My personality or so. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, of course it's best.&lt;/span&gt; See, I answered your question. Your name in bold? There's a purpose. Hope you realise that I am so called complimenting you. Thanks for tagging mansx. Tomorrow is Efair &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt; I promised Omairah and Sabrina that I will go, just to make up for the days I've not been with them since. Facebook has been suggesting Mr.O. Haha, was really hyped up. I can even laugh and jump at the TV Lounge in KKH just now. Haha, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I MISS 1E4 :{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4084155300379566840?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4084155300379566840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4084155300379566840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/cruelty-has-human-heart.html' title='Cruelty has a human heart.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SvLeyPgIwXI/AAAAAAAABi4/m7oAbJj22W4/s72-c/12465_1266328983222_1379727579_30731360_556275_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-7732558296520501130</id><published>2009-11-04T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twats'/><title type='text'>If I walk, would you run?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SvFIUKjrsNI/AAAAAAAABiw/SbvWhRyRGxs/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SvFIUKjrsNI/AAAAAAAABiw/SbvWhRyRGxs/s400/DSC00116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400176939462537426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Abdul Hariz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so saddened. Cried the whole night because of Mummy and some crappy douche bag who poached my heart. Fug. I don't give a shit anymore. Oh, I'm currently in KKH now, I saw Shalihan! Haha, his shoes are so cool! :D Well anyway, I got a new brother, Abdul Hariz. It was a relief when my Mum and Abdul Hariz is okay. My dad is the greatest DAD ever. He was with my mum 24 hours. Abdul Hariz was not supposed to be given birth on December, but due to Mum's condition, he has to be given birth yesterday, 3rd November, a day before Asyirin's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy 4th Birthday Asyirin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop hitting me randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dad bought her Strawberry Shortcake Balloon. Faizah, be jealous. Heh. I'm like so frustrated right now. SO if anyone has been sms-ing me to invite me out, please stop it. It's really pressurizing and irritating. It's not like I have the cash to go out. It's not like I have the mood or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-7732558296520501130?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7732558296520501130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7732558296520501130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-walk-would-you-run.html' title='If I walk, would you run?'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SvFIUKjrsNI/AAAAAAAABiw/SbvWhRyRGxs/s72-c/DSC00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4320587036060617613</id><published>2009-11-02T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the back of my mind, I can't help but question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Su7i8NJINHI/AAAAAAAABio/9Eyo2l-tliY/s1600-h/251020092404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Su7i8NJINHI/AAAAAAAABio/9Eyo2l-tliY/s320/251020092404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399502527211779186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly bear a grudge on Miley Cyrus and Jonas Brothers. They say "Follow your Heart" right. So I'll follow mine. Gah, hate Miley Cyrus. She's so eww. Look at her Myspace picture mayn. Its just so... creepy. Forgot about them. They're none of the reasons why I'm blogging. I'm only blogging because people requested me to. Day 3 of the school holidays, and it's oh so boring. But Junwei and Audi came to spice up the atmosphere - BADMINTON! I find this rather weird, everytime when I'm planning to play badminton, there will be heavy dark grey clouds above us, with lightning and thunder that shocked its watchers, and waiting to rain. But it didnt rain heavily, it just drizzled abit. Junwei annd Audi didn't mind playing in the rain though. I got hit by Junwei 2 times. Really afraid. I hate it when he smack. Gah. Audi plays badminton very silly. She will end up 'posing' or almost falling. That's what I think. After that  we went to 201 Macs to eat. The place was very quiet. Kinda cool. I was expecting alot of Yumin and CZ juniors to be hanging out there, but too bad, only 4 CZ juniors were there. Parted with them around 5 and went home. Father wasnt at home, he was accompanying Mom at the Labour ward. Maybe she's giving birth today. Tomorrow's choir practice spoil my mood. I aint looking forward. Its 3 hours man. I can sleep.  Oh, and I created a new YouTube account. My previous account username was, I find it rather childish. So I rename and recreate. Will upload more videos there. To kill time for these 2 months are learning how to play the guitar, I miss quite a number of lessons because of the EOYs. So I shall start from scratch. I'll start tomorrow morning, right before leaving for Choir Practice. Fug you choir. Guitar lessons will be on my schedule for this 2months holidays.  Oh, Nadh's blog. I really love her pink ink &amp;amp; yellow notepad images. It's cute. Hah. Did alotof covers with Misuari. Really bored. We really need another guitar. 3 aint enough. I'll have to say goodbye to my nicelyshaped nails because nails will get disfigured when strumming the guitar. But who the fuck cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rA4HC9FKxVc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rA4HC9FKxVc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really thought that the character Leona Lewis is playing will get married. What an irony. The ENGLISH meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4320587036060617613?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4320587036060617613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4320587036060617613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-back-of-my-mind-i-can-help-but.html' title='From the back of my mind, I can&amp;#39;t help but question.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Su7i8NJINHI/AAAAAAAABio/9Eyo2l-tliY/s72-c/251020092404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-5678993615369417446</id><published>2009-11-01T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twats'/><title type='text'>A moment to laugh, a dream aloud, a kiss, a cry, our rights, our wrongs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Su2YjVoBR8I/AAAAAAAABiQ/JFLHksWffkU/s1600-h/karen.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Su2YjVoBR8I/AAAAAAAABiQ/JFLHksWffkU/s400/karen.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399139261154936770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Karen Ong Shi Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; buy a new smaller size uniform. Gah. That's what I get for using up my money in 2 months. And I won't be able to go to Karen's (belated) birthday outing tomorrow, sadly. What makes it even worse? A 3-hour choir practice on every Tuesday of November, AND a 3-Day overnight camp of overnight. Torture. Gruesomely awesome. I am going to this Friday's CZPS Efair. Apparently, I go there for the cheap canteen food and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meet &amp;amp; greet session&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some arrogant &amp;amp; some changed for the better schoolmates&lt;/span&gt;, plus my teachers. Some arrogant idiots out there whom camwhore alot, even though their camwhoring sucks &amp;amp; they strike awfully lusting poses, even though they are the top PSLE scorers, even though I smiled very wide at them, they show the stupid lame face. I'm gonna show you this -'- and this /ll\, to those idiots. Asshole. I'm so called completing the Macdonald's Monopoly challenge with my brother, Misuari. Haha, we shall be going to Northpoint for more. Kinda pissed off by alot of people, and felt like I wanna blame the whole spherical world for everything, just because I think negatively of every living individual I know. Gosh, I have to put aside my female selfish ego. I'm an a-hole. Some guys just need to chill. Seriously. They just loooooooooooooooove disturbing girls, "What you doing?". I mean, stop disturbing my life, especially at the wrong time, when I'm going through the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ups and downs of emotions&lt;/span&gt;. I get so irritated and frustrated to see the faces of guys who really made my heart sank. It's just so... irritating. Gah. I really miss school before anyone does. Right when I was walking towards the school gate, before I step out of the gate on, I miss school. I am schoolsick, except fpr the fact That I have to go back to CCA. Who the fuck cares. So, I think tomorrow, I have to wake up as late as I want, stare at my laptop as a daily basis, eat, shit. It's not like anyone sms-es me. Hate you people. People, waste my prepaid. I still have $100+ of prepaid mayn. And it expires soon. Or else it will go to waste. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at how sad the poor people who cannot sms or talk to their significant other/friends/family. &lt;/span&gt;Aint that sad? Aww, and Basyir misses my sister. Haha. So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 221px; height: 314px;" src="http://picasion.com/pic15/181f7253ac5663ebbd8e2880c966fdf5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, everything what&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nadhrah&lt;/span&gt; does, really made me laugh, especially the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:B&lt;/span&gt; face. I was thinking of her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:B&lt;/span&gt; face when I was in the bus. And I started laughing. Passengers around me thought I'm a mad psycho or something. Thanks for making me feel random and giving me the opportunity to be a mad pyscho, Nadh Ü . Love yah Miss Westwick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-5678993615369417446?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5678993615369417446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/5678993615369417446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/11/moment-to-laugh-dream-aloud-kiss-cry.html' title='A moment to laugh, a dream aloud, a kiss, a cry, our rights, our wrongs'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Su2YjVoBR8I/AAAAAAAABiQ/JFLHksWffkU/s72-c/karen.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-745513658305445412</id><published>2009-10-30T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorable'/><title type='text'>On &amp; off feelings for you again and again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Sur6tZVp52I/AAAAAAAABh4/pnnY9kl7RmM/s1600-h/301020092444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Sur6tZVp52I/AAAAAAAABh4/pnnY9kl7RmM/s320/301020092444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398402761159731042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I speak love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day to remember. I cried and laughed at the same time while watching Mr Bi &amp;amp; Mr. V's 1E4 parody of Hitler. It was really funny. And the class vid was a big hit. Thanks to Nadhrah &amp;amp; the people who contributed to the photos. Darryl kept on snapping candid pictures of Mr Bi and Mr V.The FF7 introduced themselves. A very entertaining one. Cikgu Alimah bought the Malay students breakfast. How sweet, despite the fact that I wasted my precious money. But who cares anyway. To Kon, have a safe journey and have fun spending time with your family! Don't forget to bring my souvenir which is, a pen. I suddenly have the fuzzy feeling, thinking that I'm going to school like usual; to spend time with my awesome E4 and watching how my Mr.O walk to his class. But then I realised, it was the holidays, I cant laugh like how I used to and How I admire people making me happy and giving me the feelings that I adore :] You people did a good deed. My results was rather satisfying, but I know I can and I will do better the next time round. 6 Distinctions and 4 Bs. Not that bad for me. I shall aim for A1s next year, since it is streaming year. I'm so gonna miss 1E4 and other schoolmates who made happy. I think, I will be frigging bored, sitting in front of my laptop, on a hard chair, with my butt numb, bloghopping, watching the same videos on YouTube, chatting on MSN, waiting for people to SMS and to flood my inbox. That would be so mundane. This makes it even worse, CHOIR CHOIR CHOIR! I'm currently not looking forward to my CCA, since the new conductor have just joined us. I know he is a very famous serious conductor but he's nothing compared to Mr Lee, even though Mr Lee taught the juniors for like only 7 months. Choir camp will be sucha bore. Especially when you have to practice even at night. Gah. I want to change my CCA,  but being in a choir is what I'm experienced. I know I have to start learning something new, but I guess, I was too afraid. I'll have to live with being in the choir for my whole Secondary school life then. Good luck to me. I hope I can acheive what I plan for the holidays. Running, Badminton and maybe alot of thinking. I really need to lose weight. I always feel fat and ugly. And I don't know why. My thighs are big, my arms are big, my hips even wider. Well, I can't change the hips part, since it's puberty. My next target is being tall. I wanna increase by like at least 3cm? Luckily, my mummy bought the Calci-Yum yoghurt. I must play more basketball. I hope my seniors will be sent to a class they want for. Jiayou, seniors! People like Fitriah, if she gets into 3N1, wah, I'll buy her some KHJ stuff. Okay, I suddenly felt that way. Blame my fuzzy feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Hands are itchy, body is sticky, eyes are heavy, I am sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DAqu0fdOmM0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DAqu0fdOmM0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown look like gangstah but still, hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end today's post here :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-745513658305445412?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/745513658305445412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/745513658305445412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-off-feelings-for-you-again-and-again.html' title='On &amp;amp; off feelings for you again and again.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Sur6tZVp52I/AAAAAAAABh4/pnnY9kl7RmM/s72-c/301020092444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-8881060754394352619</id><published>2009-10-29T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your daily horoscope never lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SumMqxfb_tI/AAAAAAAABhw/r-PWw0gP3o4/s1600-h/P2610090012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SumMqxfb_tI/AAAAAAAABhw/r-PWw0gP3o4/s320/P2610090012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398000294847839954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. My daily horoscope is so right. I'm broke. I can't save my money. I outta control. I soend alot of money on FOOD. Yeah, I hate being broke. I seriously got no money for buying breakfast for tomorrow's Breakfast with Teachers. Sheesh. Gah, I hate being broke! Ihad a laugh when watching Wallace &amp;amp; Gromit; The Curse of the were-rabbit during English. I laughed so loud. And obvious. I went to Nadhrah's house to make the class video. Ahah, while walking to the opposite Esso Bus top from Tmart macs, Mr Bi, saw us, and he seem wanting to 'scold' us then I said, "Going to make class video" then he was like goodgood. Hah. Went to Nadhrah's house. Ate there. We took like about 3 hours to make a 3 minutes vid! And tell you something about Nadhrah, she will start to act like Shafirah and be randomly horny after 5. Write that down. She really made me laugh! Baha. And guess what? We're about to save our very awesome first attempt on the vid, but sadly, aiyo, the computer lag and we have to close the video editing software window. And it was almost 7. Nadhrah did the second one by herself when I left her place. It was stressful mayn. The outcome was very satisfying. Teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-8881060754394352619?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/8881060754394352619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/8881060754394352619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-daily-horoscope-never-lies.html' title='Your daily horoscope never lies.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SumMqxfb_tI/AAAAAAAABhw/r-PWw0gP3o4/s72-c/P2610090012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1843328629823029848</id><published>2009-10-26T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly along with me in the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuWZv-5NK-I/AAAAAAAABho/UaZEt-Bzzw0/s1600-h/261020092413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuWYIcZUCCI/AAAAAAAABgQ/-Teevlhq6iQ/s400/261020092436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396886999302146082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuWYIAf0__I/AAAAAAAABgI/2L-hHN0C-tg/s1600-h/Westwickkzx088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuWYIAf0__I/AAAAAAAABgI/2L-hHN0C-tg/s400/Westwickkzx088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396886991813279730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuWXmacVSzI/AAAAAAAABgA/sbUn4iW9Yps/s1600-h/Westwickkzx129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuWXlnp29LI/AAAAAAAABfw/PbFx_Olrwg8/s400/Westwickkzx150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396886401028912306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuWXlSJv6gI/AAAAAAAABfo/ZHMJxfmKDQY/s1600-h/Westwickkzx154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuWXlSJv6gI/AAAAAAAABfo/ZHMJxfmKDQY/s400/Westwickkzx154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396886395257088514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuWXk9VYBZI/AAAAAAAABfg/lMebkjp4toI/s1600-h/Westwickkzx157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuWXk9VYBZI/AAAAAAAABfg/lMebkjp4toI/s400/Westwickkzx157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396886389668709778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun today :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-1843328629823029848?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1843328629823029848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1843328629823029848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/fly-along-with-me-in-future.html' title='fly along with me in the future'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuWZv-5NK-I/AAAAAAAABho/UaZEt-Bzzw0/s72-c/261020092413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-8819011102751889288</id><published>2009-10-25T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are 2 kinds of people in the world; females &amp; males.</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I'm so sick &amp;amp; tired of trusting guys these days. Some are such lousy liars. Supposed to go out with Shaik, Kon, Karen &amp;amp; Faizah &amp;amp; co. but He cancelled it last minute, claiming that he forgot today was his sister's birthday. Pathetic. I suddenly feel like downloading Korean music to my playlist. I mean, all thanks to my influencials: Faizah (most importantly), Natasha, Shafirah, Karen, Santhanakon. Gah. I feel the Korean Excitement. This is a late post. Im now chatting with NWestwick. I have to to go to school with a french braid. Yeah, got 'appointment' with Nadhrah. Haha. I just realised that; in my perspective, falling in love, its like being on a diet. I mean those excited and fuzzy feelings made me not to eat. Hah, I'm spending waaay too much money on my wants. Not needs. I have to go to TM to buy Misuari's present. Aahaha. Will go out with Nadhrah tomorrow. I'm so not looking forward for tomorrow's Post exam activities. Misuari is studying like crazyshit manzc. For the first time. Ahah, he have never been that serious (and stress) before. See, I so good, I accompany him while he's studying. Yay. HE'S LIKE MY BESTFRIEND. H eknew me since... the day I was born? Then halfway through we got separated for like 3-5 years. Then I remembere him being a nerd to one hot guy. But actually, he was born to be hot. And he have one touching dream, as in a goal, he wants to go back to Philippines to find his Mum. How sweet eh? Okay enough about him. Will be bloghopping till late today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuRqlXXbT7I/AAAAAAAABfI/ZYQEmWRiZPo/s1600-h/251020092411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuRqlXXbT7I/AAAAAAAABfI/ZYQEmWRiZPo/s320/251020092411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396555443656675250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the most unglam french braid ever.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuRqlz4nIPI/AAAAAAAABfQ/wosTos9rNYE/s1600-h/060920091837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuRqlz4nIPI/AAAAAAAABfQ/wosTos9rNYE/s320/0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeee.&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/5890437501718500473-8819011102751889288?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/8819011102751889288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/8819011102751889288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-are-2-kinds-of-people-in-world.html' title='there are 2 kinds of people in the world; females &amp;amp; males.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/SuRqlXXbT7I/AAAAAAAABfI/ZYQEmWRiZPo/s72-c/251020092411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-2223614759268878500</id><published>2009-10-24T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>to be loved, to be loved, what more could you ask for?</title><content type='html'>I just came back from Bowling at E!Hub with Haziq, Misuari and uncle. Yeah, and for today, I suck at bowling. My wrist really hurt. And I thought I could fit in size 8, it was tight. Oh, my maid and Misuari forced me to cut my fringe. I had to shift the fringe to the opposite side. Grrr, I look weird.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, here's an issue that had me holding back for months. Im sure some of the readers really agree to my perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an issue that really drives me crazy. I really get pissed when other people just knew some artist, let's take Big Bang for example. I mean, I'm not a really big fan of Big Bang, But since I know them, and since I BLOGHOPPED recently and saw alot pictures of Big Bang, I will take them as an example. I mean you girls (especially) will really go nuts if you see hot/cute stars and started an obsession of them now. I mean Big Bang is like so long ago. Now then you know. You know what makes me even pissed? People you hate started liking Big Bang. Yes, and they always claim... For example: "Don't touch my G-Dragon! He's mine!" I mean he's everyone's property. What's the purpose of being famous? Once you are famous, almost everyone in this metropolis will know you right. It's like saying, G-Dragon is on display. Meaning, everyone can touch him. You can touch his cock also can, literally. I also have an obsession of Hankyung and Ki Bum from SUJU, but it's not that crazy. I don't buy posters or merchandises of them. I'm currently not a big fan of any celebrities. I mean they are like infatuations, unless they are living in the same small country of yours then. Apparently, some losers/loners uses those Korean celebrities just to fit in and socialize. On the brighter side, yeah you are socializing but otherwise, you are way overboard. Other than that, I wanna emphasize on people being unique. I don't know whether something's wrong with me or am I in the wrong world but, I really get pissed when MTV features a video. Let's take Boys &amp; Girls by Pixie Lott for an example. I mean, I knew that song and video when Mama Do was a hit single. And the people started copying or so. Copywhores have no originality. So do sources. And then, people started featuring the video/song in their blog, claiming "this song was great!" Oh puhlease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what NWestwick's recent post mentioned, yeah I totally agree with her. I mean, I also bloghopped and came across preteens trying to kill themselves. No offence who are affected. I mean this is the teenage life. If you are aware and teenage-d enough, you would be able to understand what teenage life is; Drama, lies, backstabbing, boys, friends. I mean you act as if you don't know. Some attention seeker you are. You can even lie on your blogpost, you gave excuses why you cant use those several alternatives to commit suicides. That is totally pathetic. I mean I don't think you even dare to kill yourselves. Some girls are so gutless. Some boys are so cum-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what makes a Singaporean? Speaking Singlish. You know what make a TRUE Singaporean? Using alot of Singlish for at least 5 times in a sentence. You typed those kind of stuff on your blog, seriously, I will show you my pissed steam face with my left hand showing -'- and my right hand showing /ll\, Oh, I will give you a smirk. And taunt. You people are like so *sighs* I also don't know what to say. I know your singlish very good, but you can keep it to yourself. You don't need to show it off. Seriously. Waliao, fug you people lu, I let you read my blog with (almost) proper english then how would ya expect me to read your singlish blog? Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCGKD-4WY7Y&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCGKD-4WY7Y&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloghopped and found this on &lt;a href="http://ilovedika.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dika's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Very cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-2223614759268878500?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2223614759268878500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2223614759268878500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-be-loved-to-be-loved-what-more-could.html' title='to be loved, to be loved, what more could you ask for?'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1026090496088015140</id><published>2009-10-22T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Far beyond melancholy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on and off'/><title type='text'>She may be confused about a lot of things, but she knows the only time she's truly happy is when she's with him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z125/trixnet/cat/Photography/ready-for-a-friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry if what I said is hurtful. I'm not fed up with anything, I'm just worried for you. I'm trying to be honest, and curiosity gave me the courage to tell you how my friends and I felt. I hate it when you're not speaking to me. I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;D:&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&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/5890437501718500473-1026090496088015140?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1026090496088015140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1026090496088015140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-may-be-confused-about-lot-of-things.html' title='She may be confused about a lot of things, but she knows the only time she&amp;#39;s truly happy is when she&amp;#39;s with him.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-6901055134899744805</id><published>2009-10-21T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:13.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is just a serial killer and we're all innocent victims.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/St62yVpf-8I/AAAAAAAABe8/5T-E48NtSHI/s1600-h/181020092360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/St62yVpf-8I/AAAAAAAABe8/5T-E48NtSHI/s320/181020092360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394950379557354434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was ohholycow. I have rashes on my left hand, especially the fingers. I have this for the past few days. Fitriah also has it. Maybe I'm sensitive to some type of food. Or maybe I'm sensitive to the grass because on Sunday, I sat on the grass with Fitriah and Santhanakon. I kept on scratching the rashes. It 's just so... itchy. I didn't eat breakfast. Wait, practically I did, just a small spoonful. I was having that fuzzy feeling that made me happy and I was really nervous for my results, especially History.  My grades deteriorate, especially English, Malay, Science. And for maths, I got a B3! Hahaha yeahhhhhh! Yeah, and for the rest was a maintain and for History was the improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be straight;&lt;br /&gt;English: B3&lt;br /&gt;Maths: B3&lt;br /&gt;Science: C5&lt;br /&gt;Malay: C5&lt;br /&gt;History: A2&lt;br /&gt;Geography: A2&lt;br /&gt;Art: B3&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T: A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSG? B3 (again) =.= I kept on saying "Alhamdulillah" when I got the results because i didnt fail. Baha. I got so lazy to count my marks for the subjects that I deteriorate. Sheesh. After the 3 periods of checking,  went to the SunRise Terrace for some dancing course. It was really lame. Seriously. Then halfway learning, I was not supposed to go there. I'm supposed to be in 4N1 classroom attending my S.A.'s Public Speaking Workshop. How pathetic? If I were to choose between the Public Speaking workshop and the Dancing Course, I would rather get detention and sleep. Serious. I felt so sleepy. Gah. And I was zoning out and missing the important points of what makes an effective S.A. My fellow classmates can go home early and I went home like around 2pm. /ll\,  Oh, I don't why my uniform is like untidy. Somehow, my skirt is loose. Or maybe I lose weight. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-6901055134899744805?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6901055134899744805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6901055134899744805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-just-serial-killer-and-we-all.html' title='Love is just a serial killer and we&amp;#39;re all innocent victims.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/St62yVpf-8I/AAAAAAAABe8/5T-E48NtSHI/s72-c/181020092360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-6354057785098698758</id><published>2009-10-20T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like missing you. But I love having you to miss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StzzGPTU7GI/AAAAAAAABeM/I874bSENOPY/s1600-h/191020092375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StzzGPTU7GI/AAAAAAAABeM/I874bSENOPY/s320/191020092375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394453742195371106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://unruly-aspirins.tumblr.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Karen And Shafirah if half of your faces cannot be seen ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Look at Sophia's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so emotionless. I cried until I slept during Maghrib.  All thanks to my mum, I had to wake up. It was emotionless until eleven at night. Was smsing S(omeone). The sms-es really made me smile, and maybe, left me giggling to myself. Yeah, I was chatting with Natasha and Karen. Don't Kon and Karen just wanna make you laugh? Hor Karen? I laughed like ZOMG. Oh, and for my Tumblr P. Blog, there is some problem with the previous events' photos. So all the long long ago photos will soon be 'errored' after many days of viewing. My advice? View immediately. Its fresh from my phone. Hehe. So, I don't think I'm going out today. Kinda tired and tomorrow's school! I think I will screw everything up. Especially History. Gah, History was a major screw up. I had a dream last night (more like a nightmare), for the ISE and SEQ questions, I only got like 1 or 2 marks for it each. Unbelievable. It's only a nightmare, I have get over it. Wait, what if it's true? Gah, God help me. I have confidence in my mathematics paper. I just hope I will get a B3 for it. The last semester's was like freakking hard. Those algebraic expressions seriously looked like some Egyptian symbols that you can't decode kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep myself company by watching movies to kill the time. Or maybe I should disturb my younger siblings, especially Asyirin. Hehe *evil smile*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Stz5RKobSSI/AAAAAAAABec/N_Kh5D91_L4/s1600-h/five_hundred_days_of_summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Stz5RKobSSI/AAAAAAAABec/N_Kh5D91_L4/s400/five_hundred_days_of_summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394460526990018850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and everyone should watch this. I watched this with Sophia, Karen, Kon, Shafirah, Natasha and Faizah yesterday. Audience at the back was very disruptive, Especially the teenage girl. Damn talkative. And a guy hit my head accidentally. And coincidentally, he is Shafirah's friend =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-6354057785098698758?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6354057785098698758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6354057785098698758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-don-like-missing-you-but-i-love.html' title='I don&amp;#39;t like missing you. But I love having you to miss.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StzzGPTU7GI/AAAAAAAABeM/I874bSENOPY/s72-c/191020092375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-2898517324492514468</id><published>2009-10-19T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t know myself'/><title type='text'>shecanshakein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I screwed everything up. OMG, Im sucha biatch. A miserable one. Flying umbrella can kill my life.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to talk to us? Going out with your clique? Hah, I rather not. Because I know I'll be left out. I guess Im too stupid to go out. I wasn't emotionally prepared. Fuckass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="regular"&gt;                                                          &lt;p&gt;Cynic,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cheer up. I bet you would look so cute with a smile on your face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;— Optimist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="regular"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-2898517324492514468?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2898517324492514468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2898517324492514468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/shecanshakein.html' title='shecanshakein'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4631256518019878646</id><published>2009-10-19T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attracted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed feelings'/><title type='text'>The scar with a name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StussF1MgXI/AAAAAAAABeE/A97_pPSgGE8/s1600-h/171020092350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StussF1MgXI/AAAAAAAABeE/A97_pPSgGE8/s320/171020092350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394094852185817458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.unruly-aspirins.tumblr.com"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, my legs is so freaky. If you havent know about it, I have a big broad legs. More like a frog's. This kind of legs are made for swimming which actually, I can't swim. Because I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was urgghh. I think I made it sound wrong. I cried so hard last night. Because of stuff. My emotions get the better of me. I suddely realised s o m e t h i n g t h a t I ' m c u r r e n t l y t y p i n g l i k e t h i s. Things weren't like before. You reply even later. I don't know how you really felt behind those words. Do you really laugh/smile when you sms "Hahas" if I tell a joke? Are you the one who always start the topic? Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4631256518019878646?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4631256518019878646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4631256518019878646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/scar-with-name.html' title='The scar with a name.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StussF1MgXI/AAAAAAAABeE/A97_pPSgGE8/s72-c/171020092350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-6042840938228619476</id><published>2009-10-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just a little girl lost in the moment, I'm so scared that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; show it. I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down. I know I've got to let it go, and just enjoy the show.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     -Lenka&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-6042840938228619476?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6042840938228619476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/6042840938228619476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-7668189159652850212</id><published>2009-10-18T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attracted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed feelings'/><title type='text'>You give me feelings that I adore</title><content type='html'>What's with yesterday anyway? Really had fun. At Shafirah's open house. Her house is a condominium. So rich. But anyway. THE FOOD THERE IS SUPER NICE! I ATE 4 ROUNDS OF MEE SOTO. Okay, My metabolism is very high. That's what my dad said. Her house is like deep inside. Hmm. faizah brought her guyfriend, not a boyfriend. Shaik, he was bored. He damn funny. serious. :) Really had fun. Got photoshoot, somehow. Then played some game (insert name) whereby there is supposed to be a 'monkey' in the middle. Yea. Really had fun. And for today, met Kon and Fitriah at Simei. Went to some kind of park near Their house. Sang and played. It's very fun to hangout with her. KONN, YOU BETTER PRACTICE ON YOUR SINGING HORRR! The me and Kon went to East Point for no reason.  Had a long talk about a guy. I'm sure some of my friends know who. Really confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-7668189159652850212?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7668189159652850212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7668189159652850212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-give-me-feelings-that-i-adore.html' title='You give me feelings that I adore'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1581290020977647831</id><published>2009-10-17T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent screams'/><title type='text'>frozen in the headlights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE TODAY!&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/5890437501718500473-1581290020977647831?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1581290020977647831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1581290020977647831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/frozen-in-headlights.html' title='frozen in the headlights.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-7685357639352772425</id><published>2009-10-16T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suju,</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vj0XobzYFhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vj0XobzYFhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally fell in love with SUJU because of Neorago. Im guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-7685357639352772425?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7685357639352772425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7685357639352772425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/suju.html' title='Suju,'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4353249714181501190</id><published>2009-10-16T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's quite lame but it seems unfair, things that are reminding me of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The little things you do to me are taking me over, I wanna show you everything inside of me like a nervous heart that is crazy beating. My feet is stuck here against the pavement, I wanna break free, I wanna make it closer to your eyes, get your attention, before you pass me by. Back up, back up, take another chance. Don't you mess up, mess up, I don't wanna lose you. Wake up, wake up, this ain't just a thing that you give up, give up. Don't you say that I'd be better off, better off by myself and wondering if I'm better off, better off, without you boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    -The Little Things&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art exam was so okayokay. I drew Bart Simpson so cute. After school went out with Natasha, Shafirah, Santhanakon, Karen &amp;amp; Sophia to Century Square, Tampines Mall and Tampines 1. Saw reminiscences, don't wanna talk about it. Fly to people mention above's blog for more details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4353249714181501190?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4353249714181501190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4353249714181501190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-it-quite-lame-but-it-seems.html' title='I know it&amp;#39;s quite lame but it seems unfair, things that are reminding me of you.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1514008435103710220</id><published>2009-10-15T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love knocked me down. but I just can't seem to get back up.</title><content type='html'>Well apparently, Mathematics was'nt that hard. I swear if I get a b3 for Maths, I'll be like jumping around the classroom like a freaktard, then I will go home and hug Misuari. And for the rest of the subjects that I screwed, I have nothing much to say. Sighs. I only left colouring my draft for Art Prep work. I wonder why there is Art exam. Oh, I love you too Natasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtVh8kVZ_XM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtVh8kVZ_XM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But it's just another pretty lie 'cause I break down, everytime you come around. So, how did you get here under my skin? Swore that I never let you back in. Should have known better than trying to let you go..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-1514008435103710220?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1514008435103710220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1514008435103710220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-knocked-me-down-but-i-just-can.html' title='Love knocked me down. but I just can&amp;#39;t seem to get back up.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-1376632440248583409</id><published>2009-10-14T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Far beyond melancholy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAM'/><title type='text'>Are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StWHDlBEZfI/AAAAAAAABd8/NKL9b363qG0/s1600-h/121020092280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StWHDlBEZfI/AAAAAAAABd8/NKL9b363qG0/s320/121020092280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392364624391988722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just take it away,&lt;br /&gt;like we never have yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current song in my head; Here we go again. Im sucha heartbreaker. RAM RAM! I hope someone knows what it means. RAM also applies to my cousin's love life. Unbelievable. To the male broken hearts, I'm so sorry. I ignored, I regret in the end. I'm an arsehole. See the previous post? *points down* Yea, I totally screwed it. At least, I revised the whole day okay. Not like SOME people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gibson: So how's the History paper suckers?&lt;br /&gt;Asyiqin: Screwed!&lt;br /&gt;Gibson: Yeahhhh WHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been observing for like the past many months. we have been really shifting and changing friends, am I right? Oh, and all thanks to Natasha, the song, "It's You - Super Junior" was playing in my mind during the History exam. So does Ignorance - Paramore and Abracadabra - Brown Eyed Girls. =.= Kinda love It's you by Super Junior though. Thanks alot Natasha, you're one of my influencials. We ate KFC a.m. after school.! We as in Me, Sophia, Natasha, Karen &amp;amp; Shafirah. Yay. I ate alot, I think. Then it was raining, then the  bus came like 15 minutes late. =.= It's usually 5 minutes interval but since it was rainy day, what to do? No offence to the people who are reading this, maybe you are affected. I don't see myself as your best friend or whatsoever. I just don't consider myself as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bazfQbX-HAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bazfQbX-HAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/5890437501718500473-1376632440248583409?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1376632440248583409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/1376632440248583409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-we-denying-crisis-or-are-we-scared.html' title='Are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting?'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StWHDlBEZfI/AAAAAAAABd8/NKL9b363qG0/s72-c/121020092280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-4262715443554715302</id><published>2009-10-14T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 down, 2 to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;I made history. I screwed history. I'm history. Gah.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-4262715443554715302?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4262715443554715302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/4262715443554715302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-down-2-to-go.html' title='7 down, 2 to go.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-2328697292714717860</id><published>2009-10-10T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But you can't handle me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StAx9oABcJI/AAAAAAAABds/sexxHeRPEs8/s1600-h/091020092236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StAx9oABcJI/AAAAAAAABds/sexxHeRPEs8/s320/091020092236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390863688741777554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StAx9oABcJI/AAAAAAAABds/sexxHeRPEs8/s1600-h/091020092236.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: You know what sucks?&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey: Vacuums.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: You know what sucks in a metaphorical way?&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey: Black holes.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: You know what isn't cool?&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey: Lava.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson and Talulah Riley look so cute together in The Summer House. I must watch that movie. I need to watch St. Trininans The Movie. As in The next chapter. I love how rebellious the girls are. Downloaded Justin Beiber's new song, "One Less Lonely Girl". The official video is not out yet, but the Behind The Scenes is. I think Natasha would love this song.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPWhN248ihw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPWhN248ihw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ZMkwzGNmb0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0ZMkwzGNmb0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I still love the "Hallelujah" on Nearly Famous. Currently watching History Channel's God VS Satan. I mean, obviously God will triumph, if not, What will happen to everyone and everything in this universe. There would be wars, false prophets, earthquakes, famines etc. The show mostly talk about Jesus, which is Christianity and Jew. Islamic religions are featured only a few parts of the story. What captured my attention was the Christian's Bible, "Book of Revelation". It's one of the strangest books. I asked Karen about some Bible stuff. I'm just curious. And I wanna learn more. Yay. I asked my Dad about Islamic stuff and he lectured me, "You see lah, I asked you go Madrasah you don't want. I ask you to read the good stuff, but you read the good stuff. Haiyyoo. Go Internet research!"&lt;br /&gt;And he some kinda said that we have to be prepared for the final days. As in the apocalypse. And he said if I can't read Arabic characters of the Quran (which probably means that I can't read the Quran), the I sould read Jawi or read the History of My 25 Prophets in English.&lt;br /&gt;There's one time I asked my cousin sitting beside me, asking him why Uranus is like that? Then he said I have to ask God. And then I ask my cousin can I say in English? Then my cousin said of course, God understands all languages.  Okay, that was so long ago. I love God, I love life. Okay, I suddenly so religious in this post. One in million mah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-2328697292714717860?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2328697292714717860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2328697292714717860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-you-can-handle-me.html' title='But you can&amp;#39;t handle me.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/StAx9oABcJI/AAAAAAAABds/sexxHeRPEs8/s72-c/091020092236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-7055473479671794888</id><published>2009-10-09T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty'/><title type='text'>Slow hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Ss8IIByyzuI/AAAAAAAABdY/soJMYy8AWno/s1600-h/091020092243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Ss8IIByyzuI/AAAAAAAABdY/soJMYy8AWno/s400/091020092243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390536212999229154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday sang with cousin Poker Face, He played on guitar while I sang. We did that before studying. Today's geography and malay paper 2 is rather manageable. I mean, the 4 hours of revising really paid off for geography and the last 5 minutes of revising malay also paid off. Whoa. I'll be off to Bedok for grocery shopping. I shall start and complete my art by tomorrow, and half of the saturday to revise on my biggest rival, Mathematics. Jyeaaah, Maths Paper 2 is on Monday. I wanna at least get B3 for that. Oh, History &amp;amp; Science too. I seriously hope I got an A1 for geography and the rest. Shish, I have to go to SA's workshop. And Im the only E4 girl. :(&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow maybe going out study with Audi and Ali Imran. Ttyl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-7055473479671794888?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7055473479671794888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/7055473479671794888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/slow-hands.html' title='Slow hands.'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Ss8IIByyzuI/AAAAAAAABdY/soJMYy8AWno/s72-c/091020092243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890437501718500473.post-2096348787394309676</id><published>2009-10-08T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T19:52:14.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='losers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twats'/><title type='text'>No message would have been any clearer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Ss1YpYgGh8I/AAAAAAAABdA/HiJC5P9yPbk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Ss1YpYgGh8I/AAAAAAAABdA/HiJC5P9yPbk/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390061797007329218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Ss1YpYgGh8I/AAAAAAAABdA/HiJC5P9yPbk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Ss1c5NyywZI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Ta6l7Eik9Gg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 24px; height: 20px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Ss1c5NyywZI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Ta6l7Eik9Gg/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390066467057353106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate it when guy doesn't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why a certain time of month I don't want to hold his hand.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Ss1c4qiJsMI/AAAAAAAABdI/NTzahGMBzgM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 27px; height: 20px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Ss1c4qiJsMI/AAAAAAAABdI/NTzahGMBzgM/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390066457592312002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                    - The Best Damn Thing/Avril Lavigne&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of this phrase? I'm sure that most of the girls know what does that mean. And for boys, keep trying. That happens to me. As in the Avril Lavigne thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My advice to you and the rest of your entire colony to concentrate on your exam and so forth. Could you stay in between the boundary as a student that also includes my son.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                             -Fugly Swamp Donkey&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erm excuse me, bitch? I think you flung your English Language. We don't use 'colony' as a collective noun for humans. Get your facts right before telling me all your shits. Secondly, you are insulting me and the people around me. You are indirectly calling us animals, since you said colony. I mean what are you? Oh, your second sentence doesnt seem to make any sense. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In between the boundary&lt;/span&gt;? Wouldn't that mean you're encouraging me to be just a lil' closer to him? Please, you wanna scold &amp;amp; discourage me, yet you don't know how. Please, you're already 30years old plus plus. Is this how you show a good example to your children? So I take it as you who failed your english. Third, it's not my fault that I cant keep a boundary away from your son. It's because of him. I just treat him like a best friend. It's your son the one at fault. He gets too overboard and treats me as if Im his girlf. And also, he's being overprotective, as if I'm his property. I'm just being a good friend, the one who he can talk to. If you were in my shoes, how would you feel? If I didnt do well in my science exam, I'll be like scolding you and your son. I tried to study, but your shits and my worries that won't let me. Such losers in disguise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5890437501718500473-2096348787394309676?l=asy-iqin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2096348787394309676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5890437501718500473/posts/default/2096348787394309676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asy-iqin.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-message-would-have-been-any-clearer.html' title='No message would have been any clearer'/><author><name>Nurul Asyiqin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5zThwfMpo/TxoDEZCDGdI/AAAAAAAAB7o/HFb-Ivmm5pk/s220/DSC02681.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_RtEBLom9I/Ss1YpYgGh8I/AAAAAAAABdA/HiJC5P9yPbk/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
