<?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-655690979463824775</id><updated>2012-01-24T13:31:44.379+08:00</updated><category term='htf'/><category term='tags'/><category term='me'/><category term='layers'/><category term='gross'/><title type='text'>'Shaken not Stirred'</title><subtitle type='html'>Life made difficult and twisted into a complicated notion of how things are supposed to be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-1305810057445409286</id><published>2009-02-13T02:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:19:03.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jashleyy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jashleyy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-1305810057445409286?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1305810057445409286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=1305810057445409286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1305810057445409286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1305810057445409286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2009/02/moving.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-1675295013584741734</id><published>2008-08-28T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:06:36.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall for you.</title><content type='html'>I'm in deep poopy. Deep sh*t. Ugh. What the hell am I doing? :sss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're there, then I don't want to be. If you aren't there, I want you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's turn back time a little bit. Pretend that never happened. Just be you, with me, okay? :( Don't drift. Don't be afraid. Just give me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be me, with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So breathe in so deep,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in,&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours to keep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-1675295013584741734?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1675295013584741734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=1675295013584741734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1675295013584741734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1675295013584741734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/08/fall-for-you.html' title='Fall for you.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-5945332343526499105</id><published>2008-08-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:20:27.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, ME.</title><content type='html'>If you were to ask me how I was doing, I wouldn't know how to answer you. When you're in too deep, all you want to do is get out. But when you're not in at all, you just don't know where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. I am angry. I am lost. I am confused. I am neutral. I am sober. I am irritated. I am unhappy. I am content. I am insecure. I am lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I am. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know where I'm going. I don't know if it was better to have known you or not to have known you at all. If I find out, I'll tell you. But I don't know what I'm looking for, what it is I want to hear, or don't want to hear. What do I want? Who am I waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. That's okay, right? You're so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. Is that okay too? Come look for me when  you're ready, okay? Because I'm waiting to lend myself to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father is my refuge, always has been. He is my direction and my purpose. He's what keeps me going. Life is meaningless, if no one defines it. He defines my life. The only one I can trust with my whole self, and still cry on His shoulders. I don't deserve You. But You stay anyway. Help me to remember. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-5945332343526499105?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5945332343526499105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=5945332343526499105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5945332343526499105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5945332343526499105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-me.html' title='Love, ME.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6690566267717700135</id><published>2008-07-14T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:17:19.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, be mine.</title><content type='html'>I'll be Abe and you can be Princess Nuala, and I would surrender the missing crown piece for your life in exchange for the world's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Mitchie and you can be Shane, and I would listen to every song you have to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Mickey and you can be Minnie, and I will trade my favourite golden harmonica in just to buy you a shiny new bow for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Monica and you can be Chandler, and I would put up with your crazy shark fetish and move to Tulsa with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Kevin and you can be Jane, and I'll let you slam doors in my face and throw things and shout when you're upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a moment that I don't think about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6690566267717700135?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6690566267717700135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6690566267717700135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6690566267717700135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6690566267717700135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/07/love.html' title='love, be mine.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-5530250707521391674</id><published>2008-07-13T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:59:05.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past week, been spending alot of time with Diana. Really happy about that. Its always so much fun. So glad I met her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Wednesday; went to Alfredo's for dinner after attempting to check out the Rainforest exhibition in theSpring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHkGkXGf_VI/AAAAAAAAA5s/LWM4wpNdVpo/s1600-h/09072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222212464659135826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHkGkXGf_VI/AAAAAAAAA5s/LWM4wpNdVpo/s320/09072008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain't she &lt;em&gt;purrrdy&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222212813466718322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHkG4qgtUHI/AAAAAAAAA50/2J-Eg-_QrmA/s320/N82Photo1147.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awwwwkkkkkkk&lt;/em&gt;ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next day was the best cos I got to see her again. And this time we hung out with her mom too. xD&lt;br /&gt;Went to theSpring first. Fixed her bag, walked through Padini and finally bought 'By The River Piedra I Sat And Wept' by Paulo Coelho. YAYY. Then we stopped by Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222213087005794034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHkHIlhgXvI/AAAAAAAAA58/z3QZUYB68TQ/s320/N82Photo1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went to meet ChungSiang at the airport around 4.30pm. He was going off to Miri so Diana and mom were going to send him off. Turned out to be super fun too. &lt;em&gt;Laughed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222213470939254802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHkHe7yYEBI/AAAAAAAAA6E/71dcDtJYTts/s320/N82Photo1163.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Diana stole a picture of me and captioned it, &lt;em&gt;'I'll always be looking out for you.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222213962900134082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHkH7ke_WMI/AAAAAAAAA6M/oQMdYH5SBKU/s320/N82Photo1164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nana and the bodybuilders. See, she's the smallest there. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222218004151542994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHkLmzUaJNI/AAAAAAAAA6k/mh0LDah08zs/s320/N82Photo1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222214739126676738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHkIowJ0bQI/AAAAAAAAA6c/NZrntlkEWCE/s320/N82Photo1170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The most retarded of all. My &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favourite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then we went for Steamboat dinner with her Godmum. So cool. Loved spending time with her and her family. Feel really comfortable. And going back to her place at the end of each day for GuitarHeroIII with ChungSiung kinda rocks. Okay, it rocks &lt;u&gt;alot&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally on Friday, went for dinner with her again. This time with Serena, Ivonne and Kaikai. At Alfredo's again. Then watched CampRock for the third time. It is &lt;em&gt;SOOOO&lt;/em&gt; good. Went for movie afterwards, with Jenny, Emma, Ying and sis too. Was awesome. Abe is my soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you again on monday, Nana. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-5530250707521391674?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5530250707521391674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=5530250707521391674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5530250707521391674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5530250707521391674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodness.html' title='Goodness.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHkGkXGf_VI/AAAAAAAAA5s/LWM4wpNdVpo/s72-c/09072008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6321902140619260886</id><published>2008-07-13T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T02:42:46.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looking through these photos, I saw a hillarious story. See if you can spot your one of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHj37I23A_I/AAAAAAAAA4M/VOCXjVpT_DM/s1600-h/n799854605_951784_943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222196363298014194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHj37I23A_I/AAAAAAAAA4M/VOCXjVpT_DM/s320/n799854605_951784_943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222196976926024066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHj4e2zLYYI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-1v8fF-ByH4/s320/n799854605_951788_2454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222196540005349666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHj4FbJK-SI/AAAAAAAAA4U/2q6QU-lghnY/s320/n799854605_951786_1817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222197315964488850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHj4yl0PzJI/AAAAAAAAA4s/yUACAK7M3DI/s320/n799854605_951785_1383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222197168242150274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHj4p_gfy4I/AAAAAAAAA4k/xKPp__Wq3hQ/s320/n799854605_951789_2833.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222197649484667218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHj5GARp2VI/AAAAAAAAA48/rfFx-7fnbw4/s320/n799854605_951790_3151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222198354945747186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHj5vEUrqPI/AAAAAAAAA5k/euZ1o9-nV8A/s320/n799854605_951801_7010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222197923321350674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHj5V8ZaChI/AAAAAAAAA5E/sX4gG35imuo/s320/n799854605_951794_4578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222198272170491570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHj5qP9hfrI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ZKCr7pTGYN8/s320/n799854605_951791_3482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6321902140619260886?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6321902140619260886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6321902140619260886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6321902140619260886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6321902140619260886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-back.html' title='She&apos;s back.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SHj37I23A_I/AAAAAAAAA4M/VOCXjVpT_DM/s72-c/n799854605_951784_943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-4624935982048252674</id><published>2008-07-11T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:04:45.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 3:17</title><content type='html'>He is the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am the seed. That He grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am His home. The one He lives in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-4624935982048252674?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4624935982048252674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=4624935982048252674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4624935982048252674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4624935982048252674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-corinthians-317.html' title='1 Corinthians 3:17'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-4944936045081774181</id><published>2008-06-29T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:43:08.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulp.</title><content type='html'>Truth or dare is a &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; scary game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-4944936045081774181?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4944936045081774181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=4944936045081774181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4944936045081774181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4944936045081774181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/06/gulp.html' title='Gulp.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6797913090779888589</id><published>2008-06-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:11:46.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0_0</title><content type='html'>After our Physics paper, Choozy and I ran all the way down 8 floors while everyone took the lift. Unfortunately, we didn't run down like any normal bimbos. We stopped at each floor to press the lift buttons on our way down, alternately. Choozy, then me. Me, then Choozy. She'd do the 7th floor and I'd run down first to press the 6th. All the way down 8 floors, so the lift would stop at every floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what it sounded like all the way down those eight floors. And we reached down just in time to "greet" the lift on 0 floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No better way to end the semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6797913090779888589?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6797913090779888589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6797913090779888589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6797913090779888589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6797913090779888589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/06/00.html' title='0_0'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6010692161810647382</id><published>2008-06-26T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:36:39.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In God's hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SGN99qIQAvI/AAAAAAAAA3k/r1clkvuLP7Q/s1600-h/19082006(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216151291659551474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SGN99qIQAvI/AAAAAAAAA3k/r1clkvuLP7Q/s320/19082006(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1994 - 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been missing you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/655690979463824775-6010692161810647382?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6010692161810647382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6010692161810647382&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6010692161810647382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6010692161810647382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-gods-hands.html' title='In God&apos;s hands.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/SGN99qIQAvI/AAAAAAAAA3k/r1clkvuLP7Q/s72-c/19082006(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7033669548069025616</id><published>2008-06-22T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T02:55:49.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is King.</title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord Almighty. Indeed, He is a good God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7033669548069025616?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7033669548069025616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7033669548069025616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7033669548069025616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7033669548069025616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-is-king.html' title='He is King.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-1484906633620555217</id><published>2008-06-20T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T01:40:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I chased you. All the way down those steps. You took the lift, I took the stairs. I still chased you. Why I did that is beyond me. I ran all the way down and the lift was empty. Hurried outside only to see everyone there-- except you. I was disappointed. But I didn't show it. I walked back inside. And there you were. As I looked up those steps, you walked down. You didn't see me at first but it didn't matter. The moment itself felt magical. You and me. Being in the same place, at the same time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fate could work so many chances for us. Destiny could write us a beautiful story. But if you don't feel it-- what I feel-- then even this much fate is wasted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never say I love you. Not aloud, anyway. Because how can you say that, when you only know so much about a person. You're a stranger to me. And I, to you. We're not friends that way. And hearing about you, it pricks at my chest. Seeing you, gosh, I could just stop breathing. But I don't understand it. Not at all. How can I feel so much for someone by merely watching from such great distances? You're so near, yet so very far. We meet everyday. Yet, I don't know you. You don't know me. Not that way, anyway. Not the way I wish we did. So why do I feel as if I could get so lost in your eyes, that I would never come back out? You could take my hand and I know the instant you do, it would feel as if I'd known you for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me in. I want to know. But I'm afraid now. You've shut me out so many times, it's scared me. I'm not going back. Not until you open the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make me feel good about myself? Because I feel so lousy. Like confidence has completely escaped me and I've hit rock bottom. It's not just you. It's everything. It's me. Tell me, can you bring me back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-1484906633620555217?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1484906633620555217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=1484906633620555217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1484906633620555217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1484906633620555217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-be-waiting.html' title='I&apos;ll be waiting.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-2759101603373944643</id><published>2008-06-05T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:25:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you, stupid.</title><content type='html'>Its turning stale. Fast. Sick of drowning in unrequited emotions. Yeah, drowning. That's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's suffocating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-2759101603373944643?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2759101603373944643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=2759101603373944643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2759101603373944643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2759101603373944643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/06/miss-you-stupid.html' title='Miss you, stupid.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6767731267543709039</id><published>2008-05-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:15:47.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And nothing changes.</title><content type='html'>Bye Robin. Missing you already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6767731267543709039?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6767731267543709039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6767731267543709039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6767731267543709039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6767731267543709039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-nothing-changes.html' title='And nothing changes.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-965773132862109987</id><published>2008-05-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:50:48.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit beside me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It gets harder to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart just skips beats,&lt;br /&gt;Smiles dont fade off&lt;br /&gt;And theres a fire in you.&lt;br /&gt;How touches feel different&lt;br /&gt;And breaths feel warmer&lt;br /&gt;How the sound of my name&lt;br /&gt;Tickles coming from your voice.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at me,&lt;br /&gt;Gazing into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Just sit with me.&lt;br /&gt;Sit beside me&lt;br /&gt;And lets fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-965773132862109987?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/965773132862109987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=965773132862109987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/965773132862109987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/965773132862109987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/05/sit-beside-me.html' title='Sit beside me.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6194155192801311499</id><published>2008-03-05T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:55:25.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His.</title><content type='html'>I was thinking. About what might become of my results and driving test next week. With both of them coming out on the same morning, it's pretty much difficult to do exceedingly well in either seeing as how the odds have played out. I kept thinking about it. And worrying alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus asks his disciples in Matthew 14:31, "Why did you doubt me?" And this line comes up before in other books in the Bible itself as well. Perhaps He is asking me this as well. Faith in the Lord will bring us only good things. He showers those who believe in Him and in all that He does only with good things. And it hit me, that faith is what I need to take away my fears. He will give me good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good things do not necessarily come in nicely wrapped up packages like straight A1s. Sometimes you have to go through the difficult stuff to get to the good stuff. So, if there is any chance that I do get something good in a nicely wrapped up package, I will count all my blessings. But if there is a chance that I do have to go through the difficult stuff first, I think I'll be okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my plan, after all. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6194155192801311499?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6194155192801311499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6194155192801311499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6194155192801311499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6194155192801311499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/03/his.html' title='His.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-1522720355981607102</id><published>2008-03-01T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:15:54.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saviour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R8mAB7uYdmI/AAAAAAAAAy8/IiK1Y56sTrs/s1600-h/LiftUpTheCross1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R8mAB7uYdmI/AAAAAAAAAy8/IiK1Y56sTrs/s320/LiftUpTheCross1c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172806417712182882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://audtiong.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audrey Tiong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="740571619-08042000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hear my cry, O God; listen to       my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart       grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been       my refuge, a strong tower against the foe. I long to dwell in your tent       forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. (Psalm 61:1-4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No wonder they call Him the Saviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-1522720355981607102?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1522720355981607102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=1522720355981607102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1522720355981607102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1522720355981607102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-wonder-they-call-him-saviour.html' title='Saviour.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R8mAB7uYdmI/AAAAAAAAAy8/IiK1Y56sTrs/s72-c/LiftUpTheCross1c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-665373266284970099</id><published>2008-02-25T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:13:21.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes she forgets.</title><content type='html'>It hits you like a disease. You don't see it coming sometimes. And before you know it, your eyes are shut so tight, you're lying sideways on your bed and you can no longer breathe the way you used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-665373266284970099?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/665373266284970099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=665373266284970099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/665373266284970099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/665373266284970099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-she-forgets.html' title='Sometimes she forgets.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6905559426326005313</id><published>2008-02-18T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:49:43.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret.</title><content type='html'>Ju and I went early morning swimming today. Seriously physically challenging. Ugh. But was nice. :) Learnt a new term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freestyle = Crawl &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the warrior king!)&lt;/span&gt; , according to Ju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung around at club for awhile. Ju gave me a tour. Walked back to her place after some thick pancakes which took &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ages&lt;/span&gt; to come. Surprisingly the walk wasn't tiring. K.O.-ed on her bed though while we sat around reading after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She returned the favour of coming over to my place after lunch. Laughed our arses off while watching Secret with my sister though. It was a really sweet movie. A little confusing in the beginning but once you get it, it's really sweet. Anyway, the funny part was the screwed up subtitles. They did a direct translation of every Chinese word into English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i.e. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Byebye"&lt;/span&gt; was translated into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Religious festival' &lt;/span&gt;(Pai Pai) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou rocks the piano. And I keep falling asleep all over the place today. Early mornings aren't good for me. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6905559426326005313?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6905559426326005313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6905559426326005313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6905559426326005313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6905559426326005313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/02/secret.html' title='Secret.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-5220570104043146090</id><published>2008-02-18T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:33:36.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your ♥ in my ♥.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;i carry your heart with me&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p&gt;i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;br /&gt;i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)&lt;br /&gt;i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;&lt;br /&gt;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;ee cummings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-5220570104043146090?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5220570104043146090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=5220570104043146090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5220570104043146090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5220570104043146090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/02/your-in-my.html' title='Your ♥ in my ♥.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-8826776766821004681</id><published>2008-02-10T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:01:30.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think you can't wait for someone to fly underneath you and save your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have to save yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-8826776766821004681?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8826776766821004681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=8826776766821004681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8826776766821004681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8826776766821004681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/02/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7532887312035999968</id><published>2008-02-09T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T01:07:40.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yBg9fAvKI/AAAAAAAAAws/1bnm7_ukF4M/s1600-h/08022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yBg9fAvKI/AAAAAAAAAws/1bnm7_ukF4M/s320/08022008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164645275947547810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The object of my affection. :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Adriel&lt;/span&gt;. The mob of spawn kids visited today. They're all super adorable and all but when there are 8 toddlers running around, dripping with keropok, its more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spawn-like&lt;/span&gt; than cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on spontaneous visiting today too. With Serena and Sis. Went to a few places. Was fun. :) Very laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came home from Jesse's place. His room is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gorrrrgggeeeeooooouuuuusssss&lt;/span&gt;. I suggested a switch but its hard to compromise with a boy who kept saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"MY house. MY house."&lt;/span&gt; everytime you touched his stuff. He makes us laugh so hard sometimes, its hard not to wheeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yD79fAvLI/AAAAAAAAAw0/xHu4GEh1ZJ8/s1600-h/08022008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yD79fAvLI/AAAAAAAAAw0/xHu4GEh1ZJ8/s320/08022008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164647938827271346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His decker bed. And that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Achmed&lt;/span&gt; under the bed, the terrorist.&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://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yEWdfAvMI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZXUTW1M6H7Q/s1600-h/08022008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yEWdfAvMI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZXUTW1M6H7Q/s320/08022008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164648394093804738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has a living room under his bloody bed. Jeez. Notice the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;u&gt;stolen&lt;/u&gt; amp and the gorgeous guitar case behind the chair. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;.&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://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yFWNfAvNI/AAAAAAAAAxE/NA_0HwZPrgM/s1600-h/08022008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yFWNfAvNI/AAAAAAAAAxE/NA_0HwZPrgM/s320/08022008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164649489310465234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could've killed him for having this.&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://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yFvtfAvOI/AAAAAAAAAxM/_ugo1OuRkbE/s1600-h/08022008%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yFvtfAvOI/AAAAAAAAAxM/_ugo1OuRkbE/s320/08022008%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164649927397129442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wanted me to take this. His collection.&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://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yGH9fAvPI/AAAAAAAAAxU/JHTfb51S_c4/s1600-h/08022008%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yGH9fAvPI/AAAAAAAAAxU/JHTfb51S_c4/s320/08022008%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164650344008957170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He kept showing off his webcam. He asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You wanna see picture? You want? You want? CANNOT! MY house."&lt;/span&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://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yG1NfAvQI/AAAAAAAAAxc/m7sik-IDUfU/s1600-h/08022008%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yG1NfAvQI/AAAAAAAAAxc/m7sik-IDUfU/s320/08022008%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164651121398037762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't know why they're fighting for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Achmed's&lt;/span&gt; turban thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yHVtfAvRI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Wcx_KTSlj-E/s1600-h/08022008%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yHVtfAvRI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Wcx_KTSlj-E/s200/08022008%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164651679743786258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yHwNfAvSI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yvrsKpZkFf4/s1600-h/08022008%28012%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yHwNfAvSI/AAAAAAAAAxs/yvrsKpZkFf4/s200/08022008%28012%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164652135010319650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Jesse, three words. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Text you first.'&lt;/span&gt; ;) Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7532887312035999968?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7532887312035999968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7532887312035999968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7532887312035999968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7532887312035999968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-beautiful.html' title='Hello Beautiful.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6yBg9fAvKI/AAAAAAAAAws/1bnm7_ukF4M/s72-c/08022008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6119712977067841909</id><published>2008-02-06T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:44:44.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus understands every weakness of ours, because he was tempted in every way that we are. But he did not sin! So whenever we are in need, we should come bravely before the throne of our merciful God. There we will be treated with undeserved kindness, and we will find help. &lt;/span&gt;(Heb. 4:15-16 CEV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ash Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. A time for repentance and the beginning of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lent&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also the eve of Chinese New Year. I can't wait. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6119712977067841909?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6119712977067841909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6119712977067841909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6119712977067841909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6119712977067841909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/02/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-118657987272199028</id><published>2008-02-05T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T03:24:46.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimacy.</title><content type='html'>It's like saying take my heart and grind it into burger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-118657987272199028?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/118657987272199028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=118657987272199028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/118657987272199028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/118657987272199028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/02/intimacy.html' title='Intimacy.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-2003813220673223224</id><published>2008-02-04T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:25:31.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dempsey.</title><content type='html'>Remember that picture I posted up a few months ago of Dempsey in a dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6a8tdfAvFI/AAAAAAAAAv8/T1ZEhj5-ntY/s1600-h/patrick-dempsey611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6a8tdfAvFI/AAAAAAAAAv8/T1ZEhj5-ntY/s320/patrick-dempsey611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163021512021687378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse has one of him holding his inanimate man boobs up on his blog. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6a9IdfAvGI/AAAAAAAAAwE/UFezUeiEyk4/s1600-h/dempsey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6a9IdfAvGI/AAAAAAAAAwE/UFezUeiEyk4/s320/dempsey2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163021975878155362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, he also posted up this super hot picture of McDreamy so all is justified, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6a9g9fAvHI/AAAAAAAAAwM/E0uj6vVAdW8/s1600-h/dempsey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6a9g9fAvHI/AAAAAAAAAwM/E0uj6vVAdW8/s320/dempsey1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163022396784950386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if Min's still scarred. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-2003813220673223224?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2003813220673223224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=2003813220673223224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2003813220673223224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2003813220673223224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/02/dempsey.html' title='Dempsey.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R6a8tdfAvFI/AAAAAAAAAv8/T1ZEhj5-ntY/s72-c/patrick-dempsey611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-8075558817690062281</id><published>2008-02-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:05:26.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        And heaven gave earth her finest gift. The Lamb of God who took away the sin of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        "My God, my God, why did you abandon me?" Why did Christ scream those words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        So you'll never have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Next Door Saviour' ; Max Lucado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WYDVC08&lt;/span&gt; was amazing. They've done it again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's&lt;/span&gt; done it again. :) I've missed Him. It's nice to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels as if what you're doing at a particular point of time could not get any better. Like this is the life. Watching anime, reading, lazing in front of the television watching sitcoms, playing badminton. That's pretty much how my life runs now. And up til yesterday I felt like that was all I wanted to do to fill my time. Take advantage of every last second of the freedom I have by wasting it doing the things that I'd been deprived of the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday as I stepped into that church, I didn't want to leave. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever&lt;/span&gt;. If I could. That whole day was a spiritual experience. It may not have been a huge hype that swept me over, like the feeling you get at the end of a youth concert but it was something you could feel with your heart. It was better. I felt at home. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to do that forever; be with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, all those things that I usually do at home, I thought of all those things. About how when I got home I could do all those things again. To go back to my everyday routine that I was usually so pleased with. But no, it wasn't enough to make me want to leave. I thought to myself, I'd leave all of that behind. Leave everything behind. For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;. I felt at home. Like the first time I went for camp. I didn't want to leave because I felt at home. And don't get me wrong. I have a great family, great home. And I love coming home to them. But this feeling, no one on earth could give me. Its the joy that nothing and no one else could ever provide. He makes me feel even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; like I belong than I already do. Even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; loved. Even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; at home. Wherever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; me like no one could ever love me. And I love Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn, does it feel awesome. Now, only one thing is left to do. Carry my candle and go light my world. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to : Go light your world - Chris Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-8075558817690062281?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8075558817690062281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=8075558817690062281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8075558817690062281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8075558817690062281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6933757860971585039</id><published>2008-02-01T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T02:15:47.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me. :)</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking. I wished I was different. Didn't write poems or songs, no matter how bad I am at it. That way I wouldn't talk in riddles so much, wouldn't over think every situation and wouldn't be abnormal. I wished I were simpler. Isn't that what they like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I really ask myself that question? I know I don't really care about that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't change. Even if I wanted to. This is who I am. I download an Eric Clapton song just because I see it on Nana and want to hear what it would sound like. I find simple joy in reading manga in front of the computer for straight long hours. I play the guitar til my wrist sores and don't feel it until I stop. I believe that God is the only one who will complete me yet I screw up time after time. I write songs but after a while I forget the tune to my own compositions. I enjoy scribbling cadaver eventhough I know those drawings suck. I write an essay all the way to the middle and start hating what I've written from the beginning and rush the ending. I want so badly to leave the country eventhough I know it will be tough as hell there. I no longer have crushes and I love being single but I can't stand being alone. And I no longer cry for anything because I believe I've grown out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking. In any case, even if I wanted to be what they like, I've got to like me first. Don't you think? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big computer armchair isn't all bendy anymore. Hmph. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6933757860971585039?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6933757860971585039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6933757860971585039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6933757860971585039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6933757860971585039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/me.html' title='Me. :)'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7055702212382877476</id><published>2008-01-30T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:19:25.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A REASON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I closed my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you wouldn't be saying a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would finger through the pages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would take down all the notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in that tiny black book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd look frantically through the stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Word for word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From one dog-eared page to the next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'd still be left empty handed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I would speak to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But only as a last resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my mouth would open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But my mind would not be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it is not because I do not love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But simply because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have chosen not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps it was not the absence of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That has mislead me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the inability to express myself to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You do not speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because your heart tells me the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your gentle hands on mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It takes my breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't take this moment from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is my reason to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7055702212382877476?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7055702212382877476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7055702212382877476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7055702212382877476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7055702212382877476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/reason.html' title='A REASON.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-3870445324539039152</id><published>2008-01-28T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:21:45.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey and Clover?</title><content type='html'>Finally got about to watching&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Honey and Clover&lt;/span&gt; the movie. The characters were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preeeeee-tty&lt;/span&gt; alike physically but not so sure about the attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole movie didn't seem to capture the drama and overwhelming heartache the anime portrayed. Hanamoto-sensei was alot more sober-like in the anime and he seemed alot more protective of Hagu. But he just looked alot like a hobo in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53iOtfAvCI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5bzjuaCi1Hg/s1600-h/honey-clover-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53iOtfAvCI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5bzjuaCi1Hg/s320/honey-clover-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160529490392169506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mayama was strangely very much a mess and less collected compared to the anime. And apparently his scooter morphed into a car somewhere along the way too 'cos Mayama seems to own a car now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53iAtfAvBI/AAAAAAAAAvc/f1u-HrbA1Y0/s1600-h/honey-clover-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53iAtfAvBI/AAAAAAAAAvc/f1u-HrbA1Y0/s320/honey-clover-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160529249874000914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the worst would be Morita. He pretty much looks as drunk as Hanamoto-sensei in the movie. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cmon&lt;/span&gt;. Morita is a goof, not a bum with gross hair. Morita actually had his serious moments in the anime. In the movie it's like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wth?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W-T-H?! &lt;/span&gt;He doesn't look like Morita either. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53hu9fAvAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/lEGdit9_BU8/s1600-h/h%26c_movie06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53hu9fAvAI/AAAAAAAAAvU/lEGdit9_BU8/s320/h%26c_movie06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160528944931322882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Hagu was the most identical, in a whole. Yamada was pretty okay too. But I think it's hard to reenact an anime la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53iedfAvDI/AAAAAAAAAvs/DMaM5XZgmEs/s1600-h/hagu.studio.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53iedfAvDI/AAAAAAAAAvs/DMaM5XZgmEs/s320/hagu.studio.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160529760975109170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53kwNfAvEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/xib7MERSBII/s1600-h/peopledb_100435_L.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53kwNfAvEI/AAAAAAAAAv0/xib7MERSBII/s320/peopledb_100435_L.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160532264941042754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takemoto looks like Zach Braff. Hahah. Apparently he's a member of ARASHI; Sho Sakurai. That's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53dWNfAu2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/zYvVpLZyUb0/s1600-h/423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53dWNfAu2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/zYvVpLZyUb0/s200/423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160524121683049314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-3870445324539039152?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/3870445324539039152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=3870445324539039152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/3870445324539039152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/3870445324539039152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/honey-and-clover.html' title='Honey and Clover?'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R53iOtfAvCI/AAAAAAAAAvk/5bzjuaCi1Hg/s72-c/honey-clover-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-1821749902911126097</id><published>2008-01-27T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T02:01:48.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jesus.be.my.everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-1821749902911126097?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1821749902911126097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=1821749902911126097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1821749902911126097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1821749902911126097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-8715948600385313023</id><published>2008-01-27T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:54:52.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://perezhilton.com/"&gt;PerezHilton&lt;/a&gt;-ing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt; are getting pretty big. There's something pretty endearing about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5ttKdfAuzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/fkzhN_PHaCk/s1600-h/954206267_570e40252d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5ttKdfAuzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/fkzhN_PHaCk/s320/954206267_570e40252d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159837824563854130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He strikes me as the sweet one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5ts79fAuyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/IxLePADMkDY/s1600-h/Promo%2520%2824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5ts79fAuyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/IxLePADMkDY/s320/Promo%2520%2824%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159837575455750946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; annoys me. &lt;u&gt;Intensely&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5tuNtfAu0I/AAAAAAAAAts/hB0Vmp67Aws/s1600-h/normal_b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5tuNtfAu0I/AAAAAAAAAts/hB0Vmp67Aws/s320/normal_b1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159838979910056770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's pretty cool. I think he gets the least attention though. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yNPg2j4B1r4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yNPg2j4B1r4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Their decent-ized version of BUSTED's Year 3000. It's hillarious, how they did that. They're Disney boys though so it's understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And your great great great granddaughter is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doing &lt;/span&gt;fine."&lt;/span&gt; BAHAHAHAHAHAH. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Try googling the original lyrics to share in the laughter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ZBoPlCzuRY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ZBoPlCzuRY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is a good song. Sweet, cheesy,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; boyband-y&lt;/span&gt; lyrics. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-8715948600385313023?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8715948600385313023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=8715948600385313023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8715948600385313023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8715948600385313023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/jonas_26.html' title='Jonas.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5ttKdfAuzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/fkzhN_PHaCk/s72-c/954206267_570e40252d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-5279669477608080585</id><published>2008-01-26T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T01:49:11.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5og29fAuvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/aimvvMHvkTU/s1600-h/st-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5og29fAuvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/aimvvMHvkTU/s320/st-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159472451695983346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweeney Todd&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aweeeeesssssooooommmmeeee&lt;/span&gt;. Brilliant drama plot, explicit killing scenes and some &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; good singing.&lt;br /&gt;The movie left us in some sort of an incontrollable high and we just kept laughing after we left. Serena and I anyway. Ju was left sort of traumatized due to all the bloody, fully exposed killing scenes. And the question remains, how a bloody murder plot about a demon barber could be presented as a musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie ended at around 10-ish so Serena, Ju and I headed over to Starbucks after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5oZqNfAumI/AAAAAAAAAr8/MsLoy6SXtBo/s1600-h/25012008%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5oZqNfAumI/AAAAAAAAAr8/MsLoy6SXtBo/s320/25012008%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159464536071256674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5oapdfAunI/AAAAAAAAAsE/88UxegyQLyI/s1600-h/25012008%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5oapdfAunI/AAAAAAAAAsE/88UxegyQLyI/s320/25012008%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159465622697982578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5oa_NfAuoI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fmdGOdBuL8Q/s1600-h/25012008%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5oa_NfAuoI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fmdGOdBuL8Q/s320/25012008%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159465996360137346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5obc9fAupI/AAAAAAAAAsU/SAq16-z2dgo/s1600-h/25012008%28014%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5obc9fAupI/AAAAAAAAAsU/SAq16-z2dgo/s320/25012008%28014%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159466507461245586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At one point Serena kept talking to this huge fly that sat on her side of the couch. Then Ju suddenly decided to reveal to us her fly-speaking expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Buzz buzz buzz buzzz!"&lt;/span&gt; means "You need to lose weight!" So they said that to the fat, monster fly. Hmm. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cup Encryptions:-&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://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5obrdfAuqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/b9dNflzJF1E/s1600-h/25012008%28015%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5obrdfAuqI/AAAAAAAAAsc/b9dNflzJF1E/s320/25012008%28015%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159466756569348770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julia's healthy Raspberry Blackcurrant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RES : Raspberry Extra Stupid&lt;/span&gt;&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://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5odatfAurI/AAAAAAAAAsk/YZDFY17rxTk/s1600-h/25012008%28016%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5odatfAurI/AAAAAAAAAsk/YZDFY17rxTk/s320/25012008%28016%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159468667829795506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Serena's Chocolate Cream Chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRM : Customer Relationship Management&lt;/span&gt;&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://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5odotfAusI/AAAAAAAAAss/pghvXLFAwhw/s1600-h/25012008%28017%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5odotfAusI/AAAAAAAAAss/pghvXLFAwhw/s320/25012008%28017%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159468908347964098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Java Chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF : Well, we all know what that stands for la.. Ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5ofttfAutI/AAAAAAAAAs0/SR8cFDdjU2k/s1600-h/25012008%28025%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5ofttfAutI/AAAAAAAAAs0/SR8cFDdjU2k/s320/25012008%28025%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159471193270565586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"KAMPAI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parv&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcella's&lt;/span&gt; birthday earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5ogFNfAuuI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xmZCR9LCHJM/s1600-h/25012008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5ogFNfAuuI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xmZCR9LCHJM/s320/25012008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159471596997491426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday, guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s. Coffee seems to turn my face really red hot, or so my mom concludes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-5279669477608080585?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5279669477608080585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=5279669477608080585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5279669477608080585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5279669477608080585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5og29fAuvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/aimvvMHvkTU/s72-c/st-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-1923327165895781701</id><published>2008-01-25T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:47:42.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5jHHdfAujI/AAAAAAAAArk/T1S4eGkdMHU/s1600-h/michael+cera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5jHHdfAujI/AAAAAAAAArk/T1S4eGkdMHU/s320/michael+cera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159092304140614194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael Cera; he's a dork but he's also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; sweet. In the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt; anyway. Even Serena agrees, he's the sweetest kind of guy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno's really good btw. Some funny &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0467406/quotes"&gt;lines&lt;/a&gt; from the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-1923327165895781701?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1923327165895781701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=1923327165895781701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1923327165895781701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1923327165895781701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/paulie-bleeker.html' title='Bleeker.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5jHHdfAujI/AAAAAAAAArk/T1S4eGkdMHU/s72-c/michael+cera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-3381854225669209079</id><published>2008-01-25T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:45:53.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory.</title><content type='html'>I miss Heath Ledger already. I can't believe he's really gone. One of the most exceptional and beautiful actors in Hollywood and he had to go so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5jJotfAukI/AAAAAAAAArs/_qOS7Un0kn0/s1600-h/heath-ledger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5jJotfAukI/AAAAAAAAArs/_qOS7Un0kn0/s320/heath-ledger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159095074394520130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't fully believe it. Even after my sister showed me the news on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ninemsn&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, he's the guy from Brokeback Mountain. But I ♥ him most in 'A Knight's Tale'. :) He's the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5jKRdfAulI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ghWIj9Jxmu4/s1600-h/medium_Batman+-+Heath+Ledger-rxkbl6m9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5jKRdfAulI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ghWIj9Jxmu4/s320/medium_Batman+-+Heath+Ledger-rxkbl6m9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159095774474189394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heath Ledger. :)&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/655690979463824775-3381854225669209079?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/3381854225669209079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=3381854225669209079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/3381854225669209079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/3381854225669209079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-memory.html' title='In memory.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5jJotfAukI/AAAAAAAAArs/_qOS7Un0kn0/s72-c/heath-ledger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-884026448622462631</id><published>2008-01-24T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:47:55.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno.</title><content type='html'>Played 8 sets in badminton today then wolfed down three slices of pizza for dinner over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remind me again why I'm not losing any weight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-884026448622462631?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/884026448622462631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=884026448622462631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/884026448622462631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/884026448622462631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/bleeker.html' title='Juno.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-463170353216078626</id><published>2008-01-24T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T03:13:52.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell.</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday, Chris and I spent our last day with Deb before she went off to Perth. It was a good day. Despite the circumstances. It was the easy-going and light kind of fun. The good kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theSpring&lt;/span&gt; like any norm-succumbing adolescent would. Might as well indulge for the last time in the mind numbing trend following. Heh. But theSpring is pretty cool, even after the 5th or 6th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped and had lunch. Then shopped some more. Window shopping mostly. Nothing's really that appealing anymore. Deb was super hyped all morning after her 5 buck porridge breakfast. We tried restraining her from lunch to prevent any&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; of the ridiculously incontrollable high she was experiencing but we couldn't stop her. Before breakfast she was practically a walking corpse. ;p &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we whored. In the speeding Getz that gives me heart spasms everytime we get in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eBvdfAuUI/AAAAAAAAAps/N_yp90euwJQ/s1600-h/IMG_1857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eBvdfAuUI/AAAAAAAAAps/N_yp90euwJQ/s320/IMG_1857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158734550544726338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we just shopped some more. Deb took us to this shop in India street to check out the t-shirts with those witty one-liners written on them. It was fun laughing at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while we all ran out of energy and sat really quietly in her car. Deb pulled out a bar of Toblerone that we bought along with her *coughs* groceries earlier at theSpring which saved us from mental breakdown and restored the sugar rush to it's rightful order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we shopped some more. This time at HockLee. After circling the place we landed ourselves here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiddy haven&lt;/span&gt;. The Arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played air hockey, guns, Daytona, dance revolution, drums, basketball. But nothing could beat this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eGVdfAuaI/AAAAAAAAAqc/1oPQJQ8RR-k/s1600-h/IMG_1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eGVdfAuaI/AAAAAAAAAqc/1oPQJQ8RR-k/s320/IMG_1863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158739601426266530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eGrNfAubI/AAAAAAAAAqk/MLFYtc9xlmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1864.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eGrNfAubI/AAAAAAAAAqk/MLFYtc9xlmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eGrNfAubI/AAAAAAAAAqk/MLFYtc9xlmQ/s320/IMG_1864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158739975088421298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eG1tfAucI/AAAAAAAAAqs/CB7gOUbB-Bs/s1600-h/IMG_1865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eG1tfAucI/AAAAAAAAAqs/CB7gOUbB-Bs/s320/IMG_1865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158740155477047746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more fun than it looks. Trust me. We even went for a second round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eITNfAugI/AAAAAAAAArM/XlQqIuZAN88/s1600-h/IMG_1873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eITNfAugI/AAAAAAAAArM/XlQqIuZAN88/s320/IMG_1873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158741761794816514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eIyNfAuhI/AAAAAAAAArU/VFH4-7tKCnE/s1600-h/IMG_1878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eIyNfAuhI/AAAAAAAAArU/VFH4-7tKCnE/s320/IMG_1878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158742294370761234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got somewhat violent gradually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eHVNfAudI/AAAAAAAAAq0/nELAyx-3vzk/s1600-h/IMG_1874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eHVNfAudI/AAAAAAAAAq0/nELAyx-3vzk/s320/IMG_1874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158740696642927058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eHwtfAueI/AAAAAAAAAq8/S_KlpPJ-3gY/s1600-h/IMG_1875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eHwtfAueI/AAAAAAAAAq8/S_KlpPJ-3gY/s320/IMG_1875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158741169089329634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eH6NfAufI/AAAAAAAAArE/l1cvVLnZsyg/s1600-h/IMG_1883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eH6NfAufI/AAAAAAAAArE/l1cvVLnZsyg/s320/IMG_1883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158741332298086898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eJqtfAuiI/AAAAAAAAArc/k9o1OJJjyuI/s1600-h/IMG_1887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eJqtfAuiI/AAAAAAAAArc/k9o1OJJjyuI/s320/IMG_1887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158743265033370146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got the arcade dude to take our picture. That's how goofy we are. The day in total was fun. Gonna miss you, &lt;a href="http://dahcatdris.blogspot.com/"&gt;DebbieWebbie&lt;/a&gt;. Take care of yourself there. God bless. *hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JOQ3HkF3wM&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JOQ3HkF3wM&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A pretty cool video that Deb made of us playing air hockey.&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/655690979463824775-463170353216078626?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/463170353216078626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=463170353216078626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/463170353216078626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/463170353216078626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/farewell.html' title='Farewell.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5eBvdfAuUI/AAAAAAAAAps/N_yp90euwJQ/s72-c/IMG_1857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6672547466206679098</id><published>2008-01-20T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:36:51.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 143:7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog hopping&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;does&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pay off.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Jesus. I want to come home. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6672547466206679098?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6672547466206679098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6672547466206679098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6672547466206679098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6672547466206679098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/psalm-1437.html' title='Psalm 143:7'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-2456477536819713105</id><published>2008-01-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:17:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Dartboards And Guitars.</title><content type='html'>Stopped by my aunt and uncle's place today and on the way to the kitchen I caught a glimpse of the magnetic dart board on the wall. It was really funny looking at it cos that was the very same dartboard that we had played with that one night we all gathered in that kitchen practicing for a performance for my uncle's surprise birthday dinner. Jesse, Brian, Steffi, Mindy and I. Ironic, how we chose the home of the guy we were trying to surprise to practice of all places. Where better to practice than right under his nose, right? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we all sat around the dining table and somewhere between playing the guitar and singing we picked up the darts and started aiming them at the wall. And we would fight over the darts and fail to make them stick on the magnetic dartboard. We just sat there. Throwing plastic darts at a wall. Hahah. Sounds ridiculous. But it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; entertaining. I guess some moments just have a way of making its way into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5Ngo9BVutI/AAAAAAAAApI/LZznVyz3HPc/s1600-h/P1020513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5Ngo9BVutI/AAAAAAAAApI/LZznVyz3HPc/s320/P1020513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157572254960564946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;McIncests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was the last of my driving seminars and theory. I am so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt;. Now all that's left is to wait another week for my driving lessons to commence. I don't even feel like doing that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; how lazy I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Matthew has left to Thailand&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I think he has la)&lt;/span&gt; there's really no one left around. Except Serena and Jesse, of course. But things have been busy. All the best with school and work, guys. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you both~ &lt;/span&gt;And we went out with Serena the other day. Was really fun doing random things. GAME PLAN is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goooooddddd&lt;/span&gt;~ Thanks, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tweetybird&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Julia is still away and I'm hating myself for not remembering better when she said she'd be back or at least the name of that place she's at. But she's been away for a while now. So it's been some time since we last had a long, heart to heart talk. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come back soon, Ju.&lt;/span&gt; I miss catching up with you. Let's go pooling again. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse Matt's away at Thailand for a week. I miss my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talking buddy&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come home already~ &lt;/span&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/655690979463824775-2456477536819713105?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2456477536819713105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=2456477536819713105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2456477536819713105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2456477536819713105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/of-dartboards-and-guitars.html' title='Of Dartboards And Guitars.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R5Ngo9BVutI/AAAAAAAAApI/LZznVyz3HPc/s72-c/P1020513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-296104764821929082</id><published>2008-01-16T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:56:01.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HBK.</title><content type='html'>Watched The HeartBreakKid with Matthew yesterday. Its a good movie. Funny stuff. Miranda is the coolest girl ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. Miss my family. Now that they've gone back home and school has started. Julia's off at some place that I can't remember the name of, Min and Steff are all the way in Bangkok and pretty soon Australia, Serena's got classes and work, Jesse's gone back to school and Bri has gone home to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys. I miss having the company. It feels odd. Everything feels odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who'll hang around with me all the time and it wouldn't matter what we do. Just to kill time and have fun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lots and lots&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just lazier than ever now. I'd like to think that I probably am one of the laziest probationary drivers around. I mean, I can't even get past the studying part for crying out loud. I'm just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go out with the band again. ♥&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Ju has to go teach kampung children sing. Hmph. But I'm proud of you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R44YK9BVusI/AAAAAAAAApA/Mx5TEUaYmNY/s1600-h/15012008%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R44YK9BVusI/AAAAAAAAApA/Mx5TEUaYmNY/s320/15012008%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156085199843736258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture with the mysterious Matthew who's name keeps popping up on my blog.&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/655690979463824775-296104764821929082?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/296104764821929082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=296104764821929082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/296104764821929082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/296104764821929082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/hbk.html' title='HBK.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R44YK9BVusI/AAAAAAAAApA/Mx5TEUaYmNY/s72-c/15012008%28005%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7422654674467902251</id><published>2008-01-14T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:20:28.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KPP.</title><content type='html'>The seminar today was really.. well, I don't want to go back la. That about sums it up. Its really uncomfortable being in an environment so foreign 'cos I think most people there are from Kota Samarahan. And going for my seminar so early in the year means I pretty much get sorted into the group with all the more senior citizens who are probably giving this their second shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the having-no-company part bites too. The worst part is there's another 6-hour long workshop that I have to sit through on my own; 3 hours of which consists of some practical that I am so not looking forward to eventhough I have no clue what it is. Seriously, I can't wait to get this over with. It's not so much of being alone that I hate, it's the being-surrounded-by-foreign-people-that-are-just-really-hard-to-feel-comfortable-around environment that comes with it. You just stick out like a sore thumb in there. I think I was one of only two Chinese girls in that seminar. But my dad says the workshop will probably consist of a different crowd. Hope he's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the talk itself, the second half was alright 'cos the dude was pretty funny. Fell asleep for the first half though. So I doodled cadaver &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(quote Matt ;p) &lt;/span&gt;and a Paramore shrine in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Jess, what have you done to me. I'm obsessed with Paramore now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And Lidi was super sweet too. She texted me during the second half of the seminar to make sure my brains weren't oozing out of my head due to the excruciatingly dull seminar and once too @7:30am this morning. She was feeling bad for letting me sit through the seminar alone. She made me laugh so much, I was afraid someone around me was gonna report me for bad mental health. Anyway, I really appreciate it, if you're reading this (though I doubt you are ^^"). Sorry for being such a jerk all the time. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, yeah. I only totalled about 4 hours of sleep altogether. So, I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7422654674467902251?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7422654674467902251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7422654674467902251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7422654674467902251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7422654674467902251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/kpp.html' title='KPP.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7550427548628293278</id><published>2008-01-14T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:24:55.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Msgs.</title><content type='html'>My loyalties and priorities have been divided lately and it feels like I've lost touch with the Big Guy again. It's not that He's not been here for me. It's just the opposite 'cos I keep running off. And sometimes He tries to send me these messages, to talk to me, but I've just been too caught up to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up though. And whoever said prayer doesn't work is about ten miles off. It's hard to really put aside a portion of your time to really just sit down there and solely devote those moments to God, whatever it is that you choose to do with Him. But it takes time and I believe that it's okay to take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting messages lately. Alot of them. When I went for mass the other day, the priest said that we should welcome change and be brave to accept whatever it is we have to take a plunge into to complete God's kingdom in heaven. It's been hard living my life the way He would want me to lead it but He's telling me that it's time to be brave and take a step into it and that it's about time I do something with the privilege that He has given me as a follower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He gives me these bible verses. I started reading Philippians after coming across an article which brought up Philippians 2. I believe everything I am given is a message and not of pure coincidence. This book teaches us how to be good Christians and I know that's what I need right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my problem with loyalties on the other hand, He has given me these. &lt;b&gt;Isaiah&lt;br /&gt;44:9-20, Isaiah 46:5-7, Exodus 20:3-6, John 4:24, Acts 17:24-25&lt;/b&gt;, through &lt;a href="http://www.breadsite.org/in200343.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not too sure how I'm going to amend this but it's really nice to know He's always had my back. Even when I walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt of Exodus 20: 3-6 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... You shall not bow down to them or worship them; for I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; soo&lt;/span&gt; sweet. LOL. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite part of the testimony is the last line of this passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Before, I used to wonder, "Why they keep reading the Bible? For one&lt;br /&gt;thing, no pictures and it seem boring." And God help me overcome that too.&lt;br /&gt;God has answered a lot of my questions and still do. When I get 4-5&lt;br /&gt;messages on the same subject from different sources in a week, it is not&lt;br /&gt;coincidence. God wanted to show me His truth and reveal Himself more&lt;br /&gt;than I desire to seek it.  God¡¯s love for me is without condition or&lt;br /&gt;reservation. He waited patiently for me to turn to Him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; have done or failed to do or what I have become from being away from Him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He still wanted me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The thing about this relationship with God is, once you've really started you can't turn back. Not because you have no choice, but because once you've really felt what He can give you, you never want to leave. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7550427548628293278?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7550427548628293278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7550427548628293278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7550427548628293278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7550427548628293278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/msgs.html' title='Msgs.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-4899218353062885447</id><published>2008-01-09T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T02:06:40.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit, I'm alive. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just realized that &lt;a href="http://dahcatdris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deb&lt;/a&gt; tagged me. Sheesh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Where were you at 3:02 AM this morning?&lt;br /&gt;:: in bed; as i've been for the past 48 hours. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the first thing you thought of this morning?&lt;br /&gt;:: "uggghhhhhhh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is the person you have a crush on older or younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;:: eee. so kepo. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;:: lie in bed. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you hope to do this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;:: survive the driving seminar? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;:: err.. doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;:: nothing. music not on this computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever told someone of the opposite sex you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;:: hahah. yeah i'm gonna go with deb's answer and say my dad. every night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How’s your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;:: err.. fine? 0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What were you doing at 7 a.m?&lt;br /&gt;:: sleeping la, crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing this afternoon at 12 p.m.?&lt;br /&gt;:: hmm. still in bed. my life isn't very colourful, is it? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was the reason you last cried?&lt;br /&gt;:: personal reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you saw in theaters?&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;I AM LEGEND.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 5 out of 5 stars&lt;/span&gt;. xD&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever driven without a license?&lt;br /&gt;:: yesss~ my parents were teaching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever talked to someone when they were high?&lt;br /&gt;:: haha yep. audrey@joyce's birthday party. she drank tuak. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How many red lights have you ran?&lt;br /&gt;:: none so far. no license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever cried while in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;:: yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever, in any way, been betrayed by someone you trusted?&lt;br /&gt;:: don't remember anymore la. you don't keep stuff like that lingering in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was the last time you were given roses?&lt;br /&gt;:: erm.. form4 valentine's day. i got 3, i think. they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt; ones, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is there anything that you are craving for right now?&lt;br /&gt;:: nope. just glad to be alive. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;21. Where did your last hug take place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;:: somewhere at the pool place at medan pelita, i'm guessing. juliaaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;22. Do people ever make stupid mistakes when spelling or saying your name?&lt;br /&gt;:: yeah. some strange people like to spell my name with two c's and one s. i mean, who does that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;23. Do you drink tea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: not really. not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;24. When was the last time you saw a cop?&lt;br /&gt;:: it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;25. Do you wet the toothbrush before the toothpaste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;:: yep. i don't want to water to run the toothpaste off my toothbrush. teeheeheehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;26. Does someone like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;:: bingo, i hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;27. What do you hope to accomplish before the year ends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;:: all of my 5 important resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;28. Tag 5 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:: julia, serena, aniway, chris and jesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://harlequinnsixx.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://harlequinnsixx.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-4899218353062885447?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4899218353062885447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=4899218353062885447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4899218353062885447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4899218353062885447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/shit-im-alive-xd.html' title='Shit, I&apos;m alive. xD'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7759197900056454752</id><published>2008-01-08T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:41:29.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun-ness?</title><content type='html'>Today I finished my romance novel and learned that if you roll doubles for more than three times in a row in Monopoly, you go straight to jail. Freedom is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to catch up Julia yesterday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FINALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Was really fun. She taught me how to hold a pool stick properly. Heh. Coolness. We played 3 games. And we would've played more too if it weren't for another engagement we had to be at. I'm beginning to understand Matthew's addiction. I can't wait to go again. Got a chance to catch up after a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loooonnnnnggg&lt;/span&gt; time. Happy happy happy. And we got to play badminton; 2-on-2 with Dad and Serena. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, badminton. I missed ye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7759197900056454752?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7759197900056454752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7759197900056454752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7759197900056454752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7759197900056454752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-ness.html' title='Fun-ness?'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-2057382051116956911</id><published>2008-01-07T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T02:08:50.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbnails.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“"But there must be a real giving up of the self.  You must throw it away "blindly" so to speak.  Christ will indeed give you a real personality: but you must not go to Him for the sake of that.  As long as your own personality is what you are bothering about you are not going to Him at all. The very first step is to try to forget about the self -altogether.  Your real, new self (which is Christ's and also yours, and yours just because it is His) will not come as long as you are looking for it.  It will come when you are looking for Him.  Does that sound strange? The same principle holds, you know, for more everyday matters.  Even in social life, you will never make a good impression on other people until you stop thinking about what sort of impression you are making.  Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth you will, nine time of out ten, become original without ever having noticed.  The principle runs through all life from top to bottom.  Give up your self, and you will find your real self.  Lose your life and you will save it.  Submit to death, death of your ambitions and favorite wishes every day and death of your whole body in the end: submit every fiber of your being and you will find eternal life.  Keep back nothing.  Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours.  Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead.  Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay.  But look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in."&lt;/span&gt; -- C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a &lt;a href="http://www.breadsite.org/in200349.htm"&gt;testimony&lt;/a&gt; tonight which enclosed this very interesting quote. It's good. To me anyway. It's long, but very much worth the read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kampung Humming Bird,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JlRNBVuRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ux9rWy3XI1s/s1600-h/Normal_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JlRNBVuRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ux9rWy3XI1s/s320/Normal_thumb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152792269892729106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, ...and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. -- Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't exactly the healthiest influence, what with her shady view of life (to me i think), but this excerpt is a good one and I was hoping it could help shed some light on everything that's been going on and help lighten things just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfing through Facebook, which is totally new to me. Looking through 3374 pages of thumbnails. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I adore those witty, smart ass one liners)&lt;/span&gt;. Found some amusing stuff. I love the way I waste time like this. *beams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JodtBVuVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/qHaWIJ0mFqE/s1600-h/8_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JodtBVuVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/qHaWIJ0mFqE/s320/8_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152795783175977298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JoYtBVuUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/fDVNOLaoRFo/s1600-h/01AwcAX0mhAlcAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JoYtBVuUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/fDVNOLaoRFo/s320/01AwcAX0mhAlcAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA__thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152795697276631362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4Jop9BVuYI/AAAAAAAAAmg/wn8vEaJzCp0/s320/Bad_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152795993629374850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JpMdBVuaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6NPlebb3f9Q/s1600-h/idaho_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JpMdBVuaI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6NPlebb3f9Q/s320/idaho_thumb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152796586334861730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JpJNBVuZI/AAAAAAAAAmo/nBvwtxs2ggs/s1600-h/I_d_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JpJNBVuZI/AAAAAAAAAmo/nBvwtxs2ggs/s320/I_d_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152796530500286866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JqYdBVugI/AAAAAAAAAng/EQY0JnVzF4o/s1600-h/thi_76_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JqYdBVugI/AAAAAAAAAng/EQY0JnVzF4o/s320/thi_76_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152797892004919810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some really nice ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JqKdBVudI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MpKG0w_Lo2k/s1600-h/besfriends_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JqKdBVudI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MpKG0w_Lo2k/s320/besfriends_thumb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152797651486751186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JqPdBVueI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/_eJzWCpDz7M/s1600-h/heaart___thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JqPdBVueI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/_eJzWCpDz7M/s320/heaart___thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152797737386097122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JqT9BVufI/AAAAAAAAAnY/J0AK68AEbhg/s1600-h/w116235064_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JqT9BVufI/AAAAAAAAAnY/J0AK68AEbhg/s320/w116235064_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152797814695508466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JqBNBVucI/AAAAAAAAAnA/UXolXLNltOQ/s1600-h/someday_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JqBNBVucI/AAAAAAAAAnA/UXolXLNltOQ/s320/someday_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152797492572961218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-2057382051116956911?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2057382051116956911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=2057382051116956911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2057382051116956911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2057382051116956911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/thumbnails.html' title='Thumbnails.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4JlRNBVuRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ux9rWy3XI1s/s72-c/Normal_thumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-936382070589978764</id><published>2008-01-05T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:59:46.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Suite life.</title><content type='html'>For New Year's we all went up to Santubong. It was so fun. First thing we did when we got up was swim. Heh. They have this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tre&lt;/span&gt; gorgeous pool there. Ran into the boys on the way up the suite and they already had their towels ready. Even Serena came in. (I'm so proud of you) Min and I attempted at teaching her how to swim but I think its safe to conclude that we are not such good teachers. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we had this cannonball competition. Serena and Brian. Then Jesse and Brian. Then Daryl and Jeffrey Koko. Then Serena, Brian and I. Mindy slithered her way out of this one. She was taunted for being a chicken. (We both were at first. It was pretty scary, ok?) And mostly by Jeffrey Koko, who started this whole competition in the first place. And he's her father for goodness sake. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went up and it was rounds and rounds for mahjong for Serena and Mindy along with the rest of the family while Brian, Jesse and I jammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brian, Jesse, Daryl and I played 'monkey' with a football in one of the bedrooms. It was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; physically tiring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4OMl9BVulI/AAAAAAAAAoI/58gZekGa1Mo/s1600-h/31122007%28037%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4OMl9BVulI/AAAAAAAAAoI/58gZekGa1Mo/s320/31122007%28037%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153116982305208914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got so rough at one point when Daryl was the "monkey" that the plastic wrapping on the double bed tore at two different places. (He jumped for the ball. -.-) We laughed so hard, trying to cover it up with the guitar bag and sweater. We failed. The tear was too big. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we joined Steffi and watched Paris Jetaime on the tiny dvd player in her room. Four of us squashed on the bed and made do. Its a pretty interesting movie with a peculiar concept to it. (And I mean that in a good way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36RF9BVuII/AAAAAAAAAkg/JfAT-RF8Eyo/s1600-h/31122007%28039%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36RF9BVuII/AAAAAAAAAkg/JfAT-RF8Eyo/s320/31122007%28039%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151714555223980162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36SOdBVuKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/RBo9TdOwEwM/s1600-h/31122007288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36SOdBVuKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/RBo9TdOwEwM/s320/31122007288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151715800764496034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were attempting AH LIAN poses. While everyone else were screaming at us to get ready, this is what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for this seafood dinner somewhere nearby. Lots.of.crab. Was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36TUtBVuLI/AAAAAAAAAk4/eAI6Qjxd0fI/s1600-h/31122007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36TUtBVuLI/AAAAAAAAAk4/eAI6Qjxd0fI/s320/31122007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151717007650306226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36Tl9BVuMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8xlQZGVmI4Q/s1600-h/31122007%28012%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36Tl9BVuMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/8xlQZGVmI4Q/s200/31122007%28012%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151717304003049666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36T69BVuNI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VaVu05wadx0/s1600-h/31122007%28026%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36T69BVuNI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VaVu05wadx0/s200/31122007%28026%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151717664780302546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36UjtBVuQI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OznlZi4EUKo/s1600-h/31122007%28019%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36UjtBVuQI/AAAAAAAAAlg/OznlZi4EUKo/s200/31122007%28019%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151718364859971842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36UJNBVuOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ZnpypEkDync/s1600-h/31122007%28029%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36UJNBVuOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ZnpypEkDync/s200/31122007%28029%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151717909593438434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36UX9BVuPI/AAAAAAAAAlY/HuSKzZpO9Yg/s1600-h/31122007%28015%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R36UX9BVuPI/AAAAAAAAAlY/HuSKzZpO9Yg/s200/31122007%28015%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151718162996508914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4NzrdBVujI/AAAAAAAAAn4/kQDEM30CT3A/s1600-h/31122007%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4NzrdBVujI/AAAAAAAAAn4/kQDEM30CT3A/s200/31122007%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153089589003794994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was staring at us. Seriously. *flushes red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the "kids", spent the later part of our new year's eve night at the Damai bar; for the countdown. The girls watched a Liverpool vs. Manchester City game and the boys played pool. At midnight everyone went mad with the countdown and no, none of us were drunk or even went anywhere near alcohol (too busy drooling over Torres, no doubt) but everyone else in the bar seemed to be at midnight. It was mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4OLYNBVukI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_eP2fnwag_I/s1600-h/01012008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4OLYNBVukI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_eP2fnwag_I/s320/01012008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153115646570379842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went back to suite after that and played around with fireworks. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4ONpNBVunI/AAAAAAAAAoY/PBP8VUO-gJQ/s1600-h/31122007%28038%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4ONpNBVunI/AAAAAAAAAoY/PBP8VUO-gJQ/s320/31122007%28038%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153118137651411570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's what Bri used to light the fireworks. We kept telling him he was a natural, at this whole smoker thing, but he wouldn't seem to believe us and kept denying ever smoking. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went on a movie marathon over bowls of tear-triggering Korean mee and Champagne glasses filled with Shandy of 0.5% alcohol-content. Movies; Knocked up and the Invisible. Perfection. It all lasted til about 5am when Steffi knocked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4OM3NBVumI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_P8ADaSAq7w/s1600-h/01012008295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4OM3NBVumI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_P8ADaSAq7w/s320/01012008295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153117278657952354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena, Brian and I stayed up til 7am, playing cards. Hmm. Why doesn't that sound surprising? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to see the sun-risen sky. Was really pretty. But somehow pictures just seemed to limit its beauty. After that we just fell asleep til 2pm. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one heck of a new year's eve and an awesome start to the year. I got exactly what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4OPu9BVupI/AAAAAAAAAoo/gTIsCTHNVgM/s1600-h/31122007%28024%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4OPu9BVupI/AAAAAAAAAoo/gTIsCTHNVgM/s320/31122007%28024%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153120435458914962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-936382070589978764?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/936382070589978764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=936382070589978764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/936382070589978764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/936382070589978764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/suite-life.html' title='The Suite life.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R4OMl9BVulI/AAAAAAAAAoI/58gZekGa1Mo/s72-c/31122007%28037%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-694710865261184451</id><published>2008-01-05T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:45:26.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shite.</title><content type='html'>Just realized that all my anime will be deleted from my computer. It's got some problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.this.sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-694710865261184451?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/694710865261184451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=694710865261184451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/694710865261184451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/694710865261184451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/shite.html' title='Shite.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-2238896549235599460</id><published>2008-01-03T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T04:19:27.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synthesis.net</title><content type='html'>So, it's 4:05 am now. And I am watching Paramore videos on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-2238896549235599460?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2238896549235599460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=2238896549235599460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2238896549235599460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2238896549235599460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-its-405-am-now.html' title='Synthesis.net'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-5271665545714944337</id><published>2007-12-30T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:07:21.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teardrops on my guitar.</title><content type='html'>Lately it's been bed at 5am and up at 1:30pm. For 4 days consequtively now. I'm tired. I'm beginning to forget how it feels like to go to bed with ease and wake up happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm temporarily on a break from all the busy outings. It's been slow moving, just the way I want it. At least for a while, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been walking Bingo for the past few nights with my dad. It's nice to take a walk at 10 at night; especially with the light breeze that almost never stops. It's a good time to clear your head and think about &lt;em&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;/em&gt;. I love my Bingo. ;p But sometimes I have a feeling he knows he can push me around because he seems to be the one leading the leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be going up to Santubong with my extended family for New Year's. Will be staying up there for a day. Just the thing I need to getaway and stop thinking for a while. Just the idea of being surrounded by family, fresh air, a pool and a bunch of noisy nieces, nephews and cousins is absolutely heart-melting. &lt;em&gt;I can't wait&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, really, I'm beginning to see things in a better light. I've had help. So much of it. So, thank you. ;) And God has never stopped being there. And for that I owe Him my whole life. I'm half awake now. I can't see it too fully yet, but I'm almost there. To be perfectly honest, I prefer it this way. I'd rather walk around fully conscious than stuck in a dream. All that's left now is to keep going forward and just not look back anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia is back today. &lt;em&gt;If you're reading this, I'm sorry I forgot to call you. I got home too late and by the time I'd remembered, it was 11am. I'll be away for tomorrow so I'll call you the day after, 'kay? And Deb and I have made plans to play ball on Wednesday and Friday mornings. Let me know if you're up for it. Just in case you feel like challenging that wound of yours. ;p You can reach me on my mobile. I'm not too sure if there'll be signal but feel free to contact me anytime. xD *hugss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-5271665545714944337?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5271665545714944337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=5271665545714944337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5271665545714944337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5271665545714944337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/teardrops-on-my-guitar.html' title='Teardrops on my guitar.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-1305612859404155760</id><published>2007-12-29T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T01:58:29.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TweetyBird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spent the whole night with Serena last night. xDD We had dinner with Mindy and family at ELEPHANT. After Empire, we went over to Travillion to check out the gorgeous lights again. And this time we were successful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149074163949221570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Uvq9BVtsI/AAAAAAAAAhA/SdcrLtXQis8/s320/28122007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To make it even better, there was some sort of celebration going on too, with a choir and lots of bubbles. Serena jumped around with the little kids, poking at the bubbles. Hahah. So cute. Who knew how happy a few Christmas decorations could make people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Uyp9BVttI/AAAAAAAAAhI/do6CenjHNJc/s1600-h/28122007(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149077445304235730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Uyp9BVttI/AAAAAAAAAhI/do6CenjHNJc/s200/28122007(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Uy7dBVtuI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/r867bhZ9qWw/s1600-h/28122007(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149077745951946466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Uy7dBVtuI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/r867bhZ9qWw/s200/28122007(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3U1btBVtvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/vMXwIDq6JoM/s1600-h/28122007(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149080499025983218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3U1btBVtvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/vMXwIDq6JoM/s200/28122007(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was really fun looking at all the merriment. After that we headed over to Senso, to check things out. But the band wasn't playing so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149094668123092754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VCUdBVtxI/AAAAAAAAAho/7tygNyI_JIU/s320/28122007(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to SCOOPS. Notice the contrast in our gelatos? The worker likes me more than Serena. Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we both decided that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149100028242278194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VHMdBVtzI/AAAAAAAAAh4/epG5RFeMv9c/s320/28122007(032).jpg" border="0" /&gt;..SCOOPS is a good place to take pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VImNBVt0I/AAAAAAAAAiA/YvNxedN_Tss/s1600-h/28122007(021).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149101570135537474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VImNBVt0I/AAAAAAAAAiA/YvNxedN_Tss/s200/28122007(021).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VJmtBVt1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/I2uTnQDmyBE/s1600-h/28122007(036).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149102678237099858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VJmtBVt1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/I2uTnQDmyBE/s200/28122007(036).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VKfNBVt2I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wQYIGe9wZAE/s1600-h/28122007(030).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149103648899708770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VKfNBVt2I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wQYIGe9wZAE/s200/28122007(030).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VMo9BVt3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/-b1skF2Ek_g/s1600-h/28122007244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149106015426688882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VMo9BVt3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/-b1skF2Ek_g/s200/28122007244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VOENBVt5I/AAAAAAAAAio/A7QdsXcdvlY/s1600-h/28122007245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149107583089751954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VOENBVt5I/AAAAAAAAAio/A7QdsXcdvlY/s200/28122007245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VQY9BVt6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/URWB-9gVAQk/s1600-h/28122007(028).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149110138595293090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VQY9BVt6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/URWB-9gVAQk/s200/28122007(028).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we went over to Senso's to see if the band was out. Not yet. So,..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149110834379995074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VRBdBVt8I/AAAAAAAAAjA/WlgAfadu8Tg/s320/28122007(042).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;..we ran around Hilton and camwhored instead. ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149112208769529810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VSRdBVt9I/AAAAAAAAAjI/JzfWXglv6oI/s200/28122007(043).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At the tree downstairs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149113067762989026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VTDdBVt-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/t6RPrGC6teQ/s200/28122007(045).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At the steps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149114575296509938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VUbNBVt_I/AAAAAAAAAjY/j3RiOq8J9mE/s200/28122007(047).jpg" border="0" /&gt; On the 7th floor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149114858764351490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VUrtBVuAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/oQQTJQoKCNA/s200/28122007(050).jpg" border="0" /&gt;With the ice machine..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149115429995001874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VVM9BVuBI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GynaSmi4KAc/s200/28122007(052).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;With Nana's apartment door..&lt;br /&gt;(LOL. Inside joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149115876671600674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VVm9BVuCI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Dr-igO6L9TA/s200/28122007261.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In a mirror beside the elevator..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149116254628722738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VV89BVuDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/3mfn2hMJ5lU/s200/28122007260.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In the elevator..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149116752844929090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VWZ9BVuEI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Akv8c6Fam1g/s200/28122007(056).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In the reflection of a glass door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149117139391985746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3VWwdBVuFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/C-ZHDzk-djc/s200/28122007265.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we dropped by Senso's again. This time we managed to catch a glimpse of the band. The girl's voice so nice.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's pretty much how we spent our night.&lt;em&gt; Love you, Tweety Bird~ It was great&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3aHMtBVuHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6MM3Mq3Vlys/s1600-h/28122007263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149451876258134130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3aHMtBVuHI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6MM3Mq3Vlys/s200/28122007263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3aEUdBVuGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/CDNd9c2mzW4/s1600-h/28122007262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149448710867236962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3aEUdBVuGI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/CDNd9c2mzW4/s200/28122007262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-1305612859404155760?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1305612859404155760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=1305612859404155760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1305612859404155760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1305612859404155760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/tweetybird.html' title='TweetyBird.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Uvq9BVtsI/AAAAAAAAAhA/SdcrLtXQis8/s72-c/28122007(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-2471765888865802379</id><published>2007-12-28T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:14:04.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kazoku.</title><content type='html'>Today Serena came over for Mahjong. Since our BING! plans got postponed the night before, Serena and I decided to spend the &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;whole&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; day together. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148731060486780562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3P3ntBVtpI/AAAAAAAAAgo/TSwU-qU0hrI/s320/27122007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3PmldBVtiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zbrtm8ZpA4g/s1600-h/27122007(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148712330134402594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3PmldBVtiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zbrtm8ZpA4g/s320/27122007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chibi Maruko-chan; decided to tie her hair. Teeheehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148720640896120434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3PuJNBVtnI/AAAAAAAAAgY/GwhzTV3ZkfY/s320/27122007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hollowman Santa. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148714322999227954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3PoZdBVtjI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Rjb1qB5yc58/s320/27122007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This looks like those typical boyband posters you see on the internet. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then, Naomi came to join us. After that, we went for our respective dinners (Naomi went to school, hahahah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went to Bing at around 9. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148718119750317634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Pr2dBVtkI/AAAAAAAAAgA/j4w9HgH4GgU/s320/27122007(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy campers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After a while Mindy, Steffi, Brian and Jeffrey Ko Ko arrived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148719283686454866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Ps6NBVtlI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qEsDfmtmrJ8/s320/27122007(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;We gambled. LOL. With UNO cards. Min brought cards. UNO, blackjack then poker. Then we paid a visit to the toilet and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148720340248409698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Pt3tBVtmI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Zglx0QdKdgE/s320/27122007225.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;big&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mirror in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think people got freaked out when we started scratching and pounding on the girls' room door each time one of us went in then later all of us hopped inside together. Hahah. It was for the picture, ok? ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a few more rounds of cards, Steff got hungry so we went for supper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148721688868140674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3PvGNBVtoI/AAAAAAAAAgg/oZwJPVLDqMQ/s320/27122007(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was really fun. We laughed alot. We went home at around 12 something and that was a night. =) Love these guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this was pretty much how I spent my afternoon the day before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148732095573898914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3P4j9BVtqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/CazEAfHmmC0/s320/26122007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It's bubble wrap. It's highly addictive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I saw this sign at Teck Kong the other day while accompanying my mom on an errand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148734011129312946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3P6TdBVtrI/AAAAAAAAAg4/eEimmB-T5vI/s320/26122007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Please don't put your babies on the clothing."&lt;br /&gt;Translation for the purpose of Mindy. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It made me ROFLMAO. Hey, it was a slow day, ok? It's easy to be entertained under such conditions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-2471765888865802379?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2471765888865802379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=2471765888865802379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2471765888865802379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2471765888865802379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/fillial-piety.html' title='Kazoku.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3P3ntBVtpI/AAAAAAAAAgo/TSwU-qU0hrI/s72-c/27122007(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7586197594423389434</id><published>2007-12-26T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:51:49.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Ht-tBVtVI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4F8CSFD1-aE/s1600-h/60405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148157510554072402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Ht-tBVtVI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4F8CSFD1-aE/s320/60405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know this is a little late but Christmas lasts 12 days, right? ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Jesus. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Christmas Eve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148157935755834722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3HuXdBVtWI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/j7nhVIY_jJ0/s320/24122007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jamming with Jess and Bri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148158476921714034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Hu29BVtXI/AAAAAAAAAeY/zugTgV35Hwk/s320/24122007(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dinner at Aunt's place; kiddy table. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(Fi, Sis, Min, Tweety, Jess and Bri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148159142641644930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3HvdtBVtYI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ldRn42ELVuo/s320/24122007(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Daryl and I;&lt;br /&gt;that's his 'annoyed face' cos i took too many pictures. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And for Christmas last night, family and I went up to Buntal to eat crab. Hahah. After that at about 9, Sis, Tweety, Min, Bri, Jeffrey Ko and I went to Travillion to check out the tallest Christmas tree in Kuching. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3H4E9BVtaI/AAAAAAAAAew/QFbjnQteHG8/s1600-h/25122007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148168613044532642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3H4E9BVtaI/AAAAAAAAAew/QFbjnQteHG8/s200/25122007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3H4TNBVtbI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0CSN_xGOJwc/s1600-h/25122007(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148168857857668530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3H4TNBVtbI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0CSN_xGOJwc/s200/25122007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3H4idBVtcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mbZZYOuCusU/s1600-h/25122007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148169119850673602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3H4idBVtcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mbZZYOuCusU/s200/25122007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3H44NBVtdI/AAAAAAAAAfI/E4hoAq3F754/s1600-h/25122007(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148169493512828370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3H44NBVtdI/AAAAAAAAAfI/E4hoAq3F754/s200/25122007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But because it started to rain when we got there, we went in to Frappe instead to wait for the rain to subside. We ended up just sitting in Frappe, eating, drinking and playing UNO and Blackjack. We made our bets using UNO cards too. And the &lt;a href="mailto:nerd@Min"&gt;nerd@Min&lt;/a&gt; said, "We can use the UNO cards to bet and when the cops come we'll just tell them we came up with a new game." Bahahahahahahahah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148214062388459026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3IhadBVthI/AAAAAAAAAfo/An5IRerfBkI/s320/25122007(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ko ordered loads of food for us and somehow Serena and I found it more fun to share two tiny club sandwiches, biting half out of each, instead of eating one whole ourselves. Min said that it makes us more "chin" like how parents make their kids share food when they're younger to further "intimatize" them. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed til about 11:30 and some time while we were in Frappe, the huge Christmas tree disappeared. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial motive: Failed to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148213379488658946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3IgytBVtgI/AAAAAAAAAfg/IAJiuk8sxog/s320/25122007(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Mindy PAID. *gasps&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Thank you, Min. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, last night was really fun. Min got to stay out past 10:30pm. That's &lt;u&gt;phenomenal&lt;/u&gt;. So it was a semi-Christmas celebration/Min's freedom celebration. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we get to go to BING. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. I've never been...&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;u&gt;THAT'S&lt;/u&gt; sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come back, Ju. I miss you. Really.. I got you a present and everything. So, come home soon, kay? I'm getting lonely. There's no one to talk to anymore. But luckily, Jesse has been here to talk me through things. And Matthew has been too. He's been trying hard to stay serious long enough for me to rant. There's so much I want to tell you. So, come home kay? I'll be waiting for you. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148178701922711026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3IBQNBVtfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/zM1AXpN7LvQ/s320/Haruhi_Xmas__wallpaper_by_snowbunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~ KAWAII!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7586197594423389434?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7586197594423389434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7586197594423389434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7586197594423389434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7586197594423389434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R3Ht-tBVtVI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4F8CSFD1-aE/s72-c/60405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-1119254610002155437</id><published>2007-12-22T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:39:57.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It changes things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Child You Are a Miracle&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Child you are a miracle, so precious now to Me&lt;br /&gt;My one of a kind creation, for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;I made all of you, yes every little part&lt;br /&gt;Then within you, I placed a piece of My heart&lt;br /&gt;You can move and breathe, you can dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit of royalty, a child of the King&lt;br /&gt;I wrap My arms around you, I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;As I tip your chin up, you look at Me in surprise&lt;br /&gt;Seeing yourself as I do, perfectly made with love&lt;br /&gt;By Me, My child, your Father up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are My own miracle, child of My choice&lt;br /&gt;I gave you eyes to see, and I gave you a voice&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you, I love you as you are&lt;br /&gt;To Me, My precious child, you are a shining star&lt;br /&gt;I made you so exquisite, child of My love&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward, to when I dance with you above&lt;br /&gt;For you are a miracle, so precious now to Me&lt;br /&gt;My one of a kind creation, for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Amy. Thanks loads. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-1119254610002155437?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1119254610002155437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=1119254610002155437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1119254610002155437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1119254610002155437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-changes-things.html' title='It changes things..'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7784709688391038868</id><published>2007-12-22T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T19:03:43.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WORD.</title><content type='html'>YOU CAN ONLY TYPE &lt;u&gt;ONE WORD&lt;/u&gt;. NO EXPLANATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself: &lt;strong&gt;uncertain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Lover: &lt;strong&gt;non-existent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Hair: &lt;strong&gt;long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother: &lt;strong&gt;best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Father: &lt;strong&gt;greatest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Item: &lt;strong&gt;guitar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Dream Last Night: &lt;strong&gt;odd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Drink: &lt;strong&gt;milo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Dream Home: &lt;strong&gt;unspecified.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Room You Are In: &lt;strong&gt;bedroom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Pets: &lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You Are Now: &lt;strong&gt;neutral.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who You Want to be in Ten Years: &lt;strong&gt;collected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You're Not: &lt;strong&gt;dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Friend: &lt;strong&gt;two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Your Wishlist Items: &lt;strong&gt;unspecified.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Gender: &lt;strong&gt;female.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Thing You Did: &lt;strong&gt;movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You Are Wearing: &lt;strong&gt;clothes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Weather: &lt;strong&gt;cloudy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Book: &lt;strong&gt;unspecified.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Thing You Ate: &lt;strong&gt;food.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Life: &lt;strong&gt;amazing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mood: &lt;strong&gt;sentimental.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite article of clothing: &lt;strong&gt;shoes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color: &lt;strong&gt;black.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: &lt;strong&gt;over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;strong&gt;uncountable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just came home from watching Alvin and the Chipmunks with Min, Fi, Brian, Daryl, Serena and Wendy. Was sooo cute. All throughout the movie there was a symphony of awws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fi: aww..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Min: aww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jess: AWW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Few moments later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jess: aww..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Min: aww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fi: AWW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahahah. That's how cute the chipmunks are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146748254429087218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R2zsRM2bhfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/XlrjVMkYK3o/s320/theodore.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our favourite; Theodore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, yeah. Tomorrow might be going over to Min's place in the afternoon 'cos she wants to bake and I wanna give it a first hand try. LOL. Then, it's I AM LEGEND at night. Wheeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7784709688391038868?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7784709688391038868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7784709688391038868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7784709688391038868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7784709688391038868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-word.html' title='ONE WORD.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R2zsRM2bhfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/XlrjVMkYK3o/s72-c/theodore.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-139305540922782595</id><published>2007-12-22T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T02:35:45.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas Jitters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Serena and I went out yesterday on a Christmas shopping marathon that required the help of a RHB atm machine. Hehe. I really had alot of fun. I missed her and shopping was really really fun. Especially when we paid 4 different trips to &lt;a href="mailto:PLUS@Parkson"&gt;PLUS@Parkson&lt;/a&gt; 4 different times in the same afternoon. LOL. &lt;em&gt;Guess what, Tweety. I went there again today with my parents. LMAO. Thanks for such a great time. I love you loads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we ended up going to 4 different places that afternoon. HockLee, Crown Plaza, Parkson, 100% Discount Store (hahah don't ask). In the end we managed to get everything we needed. &lt;em&gt;You were loads of help in making decisions, especially at the silver shop, Tweety. Heheh.&lt;/em&gt; So we made it home in time after a whole afternoon of Christmas shopping and I think Serena made it on time to her dinner as well, &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;? ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quote Serena : "&lt;em&gt;Christmas comes only once a year, so it's alright to spend more&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tonight I went out with Matthew. To watch National Treasure 2. Gotta admit, in the beginning I was pretty doubtful but the movie turned out to be really great. &lt;em&gt;Good choice, buddy. ;p&lt;/em&gt; It was really funny too, surprisingly. Well, I had good company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The movie was at 10:15pm, so we went up to play pool instead. Mr. Show Off was obviously professional and I was obviously klutzy. LOL. After that we tried the archery thingy out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146490753959822818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R2wCEs2bheI/AAAAAAAAAd4/LGFL6WQGI5g/s320/21122007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;His first time. He looked so funny I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that we went for the movie then managed our way to Tabuan Laru. ROFL. I had fun though. &lt;em&gt;So, thank you, Matty&lt;/em&gt;. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I asked my mom if I could go out with Matthew tonight and about my plans for the following days, she just sighed and said "Finish school liau. Everyday go out liau. Ok la. You finish school already so it's okay." Yeah. Realized that I have been out alot. It's nice. Hehe. My sis and Naomi were going on about how lucky I am, having no real curfew at my age ('cos I came &lt;a href="mailto:home@12am"&gt;home@12am&lt;/a&gt; tonight) and how I got to go for Rainfest in Form5. LOL. Yeah, guess I am pretty blessed. Very actually. Heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Was just telling Serena, I have to get used to going out on Friday nights now that I'm going to college. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-139305540922782595?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/139305540922782595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=139305540922782595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/139305540922782595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/139305540922782595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/pre-christmas-jitters.html' title='Pre-Christmas Jitters.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R2wCEs2bheI/AAAAAAAAAd4/LGFL6WQGI5g/s72-c/21122007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7846245476747063478</id><published>2007-12-19T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:50:21.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadaima.</title><content type='html'>I'm home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Currently listening to : Beautiful Disaster - Jon McLaughlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you so much, &lt;a href="http://reeniezart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tweety&lt;/a&gt;, for posting up the Enchanted OST. I'm in love with it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People grow up. I get it. I have too. And now I no longer find it fun to take pictures on my own, I love being single, the way I make my decisions are different, I like to read, my range of friends have widened, I'm a little more comfortable with myself, I love my family more, I'm more connected with God, I'm making new friends but at the same time I'm losing some old ones and maybe I'm a little stronger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;, love &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, love my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;, love my &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. Because when it gets hard, I've got plenty to fall back on. And I'm very happy for that. Really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, glad to be back. I've missed you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7846245476747063478?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7846245476747063478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7846245476747063478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7846245476747063478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7846245476747063478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/tadaima.html' title='Tadaima.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-4522921394435203449</id><published>2007-12-08T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:27:21.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday #3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was the best. Fel brought me out; just the two of us. It was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; relaxing and laid back surprisingly. We started off with a super early morning. Well, early for me; the one who slept at 4am. Fel stopped by my place and we left at around noon time. Ate lunch at Pizza Hut. (LOL. It's like some yearly ritual that I go there every birthday.) We ended up spending 2 whole hours on lunch. It was really nice though. We talked alot and had plenty of time to catch up on things. We took things real slow and had ample time so everything was perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we went for a long walk. It felt really healthy. Really. Just around the town area. Through TunJugah, then to Sarawak Plaza where we bought oil blotters and anime merchandise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1q3HoEGPPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/I3jZzInZxDQ/s1600-h/08122007(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141623266238414066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1q3HoEGPPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/I3jZzInZxDQ/s320/08122007(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1q244EGPOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/N4gDG4bjD2k/s1600-h/08122007(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141623012835343586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1q244EGPOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/N4gDG4bjD2k/s320/08122007(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renji wallet (right picture) I bought from Sarawak Plaza with complimentary box (left picture). &lt;33&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141635189067627874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1rB9oEGPWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/QIAih8EoqSM/s320/08122007(021).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Also bought a Hitsugaya mobile pouch for Sis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some calendar cards too-- Kenpachi for me and Prince of Tennis for Serena. xD (pass it to you when i'm back, k?) Fel got a pair of Rinoa and Squall mobile pouches and a few Tsubasa Chronicles calendar cards-- for her and gg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were like maniacs in a semi-anime store. LOL. The workers there kept laughing at us, with our constant OMG-ing and screaming. (And to think, I'm not even the real Bleach fan here. My sis is.) But they were really nice. This woman even brought out the bleach bag to show me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141626375794736386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1q58oEGPQI/AAAAAAAAAco/OGFbcWYIVyo/s320/08122007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Too bad I didn't have enough cash. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141636666536377746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1rDToEGPZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/NOeMWXJnXTA/s320/08122007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Found the monkey from Golden Compass that Jesse wanted in toy form. LOL. Too bad it doesn't glow in the dark, eh, boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked downstairs, something super weird happened. Some salesman dude handed Fel a brochure and before I knew it, he dragged her to their 'stall' and started telling her about their skincare products. And she just stood there.. listening. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141630666467065106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1q92YEGPRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Hb5diPoYW-o/s320/08122007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;That strange man applying some strange cream on her skin. I was like OMG. WTH?! Walked over and dragged her away cos he was handing her a bottle of sample cream and telling her to tell her friends about it so that their company can earn some money. Yes, he said that. Repeatedly. So irritating. He even touched her nose. *shudders&lt;/p&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1q-q4EGPSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Yb-fHTvbF9Q/s1600-h/08122007(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141631568410197282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1q-q4EGPSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Yb-fHTvbF9Q/s320/08122007(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1q_o4EGPTI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KYpEEdiGfjk/s1600-h/08122007(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141632633562086706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1q_o4EGPTI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KYpEEdiGfjk/s320/08122007(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got scared of skin allergies. LOL. Guess it didn't help to keep screaming 'skin allergy!!' at her while she washed her hand.&lt;/p&gt;After that we decided to walk over to the arcade over at Medan Pelita. But before that, we had to take a seat for a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141633655764303170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1rAkYEGPUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/SJrCbjt4mng/s320/08122007(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Got that right. Hahah. It's Holiday Inn's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141634385908743506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1rBO4EGPVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2QXZ2bXZ5eI/s320/08122007(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We had to sit somewhere. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, after what we walked over to the arcade and played a few rounds of Daytona, Dance Fever and Resident Evil. Brilliant day. Thank you so much, Fel. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off tomorrow. KL, here I come!! I'll miss you guys. See you in 10 days, friends~ SHOPPINGGGG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s.  zack called me all the way from labuan tonight. i'm soo touched. he's the sweetest. i feel so awful that his credit ran out from the call. =(( love you, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i hate blogging and uploading pictures on this computer. grrrrr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-4522921394435203449?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4522921394435203449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=4522921394435203449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4522921394435203449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4522921394435203449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-3.html' title='Birthday #3.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1q3HoEGPPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/I3jZzInZxDQ/s72-c/08122007(016).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-5662246629250405908</id><published>2007-12-07T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T01:28:51.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed.</title><content type='html'>AWWW. My friends are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sweet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They called me all the way from KL (one damn long call thank you), from two different mobiles, just to wish me happy birthday. At 12am too. T_T I'm the most blessed person alive.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Dad, Mom, Che, Ju, Genia, Lidi, Claudia, Serena, Mindy, Wendy, Matty, Raphael, Anne, Chris, Amy, Alicia, Deborah and Esme and many many many more people. You guys are the best! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came home (11:30am) from an outing with my family-- Min, Serena, Jesse and Wendy Che Che. We watched The Golden Compass which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;. Nicole Kidman was hotness, Eva Green was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phheeeewwwwiiittttt&lt;/span&gt;, Pan was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; cute, Iosek was the epitome of all that is cool, brave and adorable, the little girl Lyra was stupid but very brave and witty and Daniel Craig was okay. LOL. He's not so bad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the movie started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: *pokes Jessica&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: What the..??&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: *signature giggle Pass it on to Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: -.-'' *pokes Jesse&lt;br /&gt;Mindy: No, poke him like this *pokes harder&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: *pokes Jesse harder&lt;br /&gt;Jesse: ???? *pokes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the middle person is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paaaiiinnnfffuuullll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere later on in the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where the movie is filled with suspense. And I turn over to see a curled up Jesse, with his hands over his ears. ROFLMAO. WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so funny, boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie ended, we headed over to KFC cos it was only about 9:50pm. I know this because Wendy Che Che kept asking us what time it was and Jesse had to tell her repeatedly (by looking at the car clock which is actually just in front lol) cos there was so much ruckus in the car, courtesy of Mindy and Serena. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At KFC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l2poEGPEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6qCPaSsO_4Y/s1600-h/07122007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l2poEGPEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6qCPaSsO_4Y/s320/07122007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141270907121450050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"This is false advertising", the nerd exclaims and points at the picture.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because the burger is bigger than the drink!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;(probably something she picked up in marketing, no doubt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l3eoEGPFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/xisAYX3WB3k/s1600-h/07122007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l3eoEGPFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/xisAYX3WB3k/s320/07122007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141271817654516818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "L word"(lecturer) Tweety and the nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l4PYEGPGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/s7OyhRp9DQo/s1600-h/07122007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l4PYEGPGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/s7OyhRp9DQo/s320/07122007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141272655173139554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesse the MAN who finished the last fry. *applauds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l4noEGPHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/k3mGx6OwO7g/s1600-h/07122007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l4noEGPHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/k3mGx6OwO7g/s320/07122007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141273071784967282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our "chaperon" for the night; "L Word" #2.&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://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l5EIEGPII/AAAAAAAAAbo/uMmLc-45b5c/s1600-h/07122007%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l5EIEGPII/AAAAAAAAAbo/uMmLc-45b5c/s320/07122007%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141273561411239042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l5tYEGPJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/u-lIdIRA3S8/s1600-h/07122007%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l5tYEGPJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/u-lIdIRA3S8/s320/07122007%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141274270080842898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l8nYEGPLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gOzU7yAebt8/s1600-h/07122007%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l8nYEGPLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/gOzU7yAebt8/s320/07122007%28010%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141277465536511154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The nerd and boy look so adorable here. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l9TYEGPMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Nc7LiWWx2Q4/s1600-h/07122007%28012%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l9TYEGPMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Nc7LiWWx2Q4/s320/07122007%28012%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141278221450755266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're obviously very confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l-5oEGPNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/5OeMQ04eKoM/s1600-h/07122007%28016%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l-5oEGPNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/5OeMQ04eKoM/s320/07122007%28016%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141279978092379346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard taking this without peeing in my pants. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And two orders or fries and Cheesy Wedges later, we were off. It was 11 and well, they were closing. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had loads of fun. And in 2 days, I'll be off to KL!! xDD Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-5662246629250405908?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5662246629250405908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=5662246629250405908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5662246629250405908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5662246629250405908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/blessed.html' title='Blessed.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1l2poEGPEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6qCPaSsO_4Y/s72-c/07122007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-832870578647093794</id><published>2007-12-07T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:35:48.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MarieDigby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4HIyOWtzlo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4HIyOWtzlo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie Digby. My new obsession. I want to marry her. Yeah. You read it right. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MARRY HER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh. She's gorgeous ain't she? And plays the guitar really well too. Half American. Half Japanese. Half Irish. Half whatever la. People are so damn misleading. I know, I know. Call me slow or whatever. While people were busy youtube-ing her, I was too busy culturing the flab on my belly being a day-to-day couch potato. But the point is that I found her, the girl better known as the "Umbrella Girl" by nimrod Matthew because of her much better rendition of Rihanna's umbrella. But what I'm really wondering is, if that song is really Rihanna's or is it an oldie of some sort? Care to enlighten me, nerd@Min? Hehe. You're the most 'informed' person I know when it comes to these things. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/589Mvlz6LWE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/589Mvlz6LWE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her version of "Umbrella", acoustic style. Rocks, don't it? Yeah yeah, I'm slow and extremely outdated. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kinda looks like Paige from Charmed to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-832870578647093794?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/832870578647093794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=832870578647093794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/832870578647093794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/832870578647093794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/mariedigby.html' title='MarieDigby.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-8609941221241260615</id><published>2007-12-06T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:51:04.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>051207</title><content type='html'>Twas a bloody good day, 051207 was. &lt;a href="http://sunnyc8.blogspot.com/"&gt;Min&lt;/a&gt;, Serena@&lt;a href="http://reeniezart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tweety&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://angelicblyzz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sis&lt;/a&gt; celebrated my birthday with me in advance yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically, this is how the day went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Min arrived first. Tweety arrived later &lt;u&gt;SILENTLY&lt;/u&gt; and got locked out so she just sat on the patio. Min and I decided to stand at the grill, staring at her as we laughed and took pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140745353448274546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1eYqYEGOnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xOA22cBKGJY/s320/05122007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ROFL. I mean, look at her. It was so cute.&lt;/p&gt;We lazed around watching E! True Hollywood Story (heck, it's bloody addictive sometimes) and discussed Brad Pitt's adorable, sleepy eyes, Victoria Beckham's dominatrix-ity and Terry's gorgeous looking kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tweety gave me a uber cute turtle as an early birthday gift. xDDD And turned out I had the little version of it so mwahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140749794444458642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1ecs4EGOpI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2KsTLKo5v_w/s320/05122007%28002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then, &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt;, we played mahjong. LOL. We bunch of die-hards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140750485934193314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1edVIEGOqI/AAAAAAAAAYE/SV76q_3HKGc/s320/05122007%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tweety brought over the extra poker chips for us to bet with. *shhh. Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140751602625690290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1eeWIEGOrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/x548dyLkcns/s320/05122007%28003%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our storage space trying to look as sad as possible. ROFLMAO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140753578310646466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1egJIEGOsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/K0Z1CS3vkDY/s320/05122007%28004%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then everyone else wanted a turn at the turtle. Jeez. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140755824578542290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1eiL4EGOtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Rcz476MHULo/s320/05122007%28006%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Min attempting a 'ching ii sze', &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which is hard to do and is worth hundreds in chips, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1f5PYEGOwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/AjQ3zYNaR8s/s1600-h/05122007%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1f5PYEGOwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/AjQ3zYNaR8s/s320/05122007%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140851542219700994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..and succeeding. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sis managed one too using the 'Ban Chi' family. Unfortunately, I was the only one who didn't win &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even once&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh. Pathetic. LOL. But it was fun CONSPIRING against Tweety. "It's called 'collusion'" says the nerd; Mindy. "It's in microeconomics" she says. "Excellent" she says also. Blehh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1f7BIEGOxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/cRntw81zhmc/s1600-h/05122007%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1f7BIEGOxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/cRntw81zhmc/s320/05122007%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140853496429820690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gVJIEGO8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PW6KhuN6v4Q/s1600-h/05122007%28016%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gVJIEGO8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PW6KhuN6v4Q/s320/05122007%28016%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140882221171096514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we paid a visit to IGLOO@King Centre. Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1f8R4EGOzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/KGtCtRckh2c/s1600-h/05122007%28020%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1f8R4EGOzI/AAAAAAAAAZI/KGtCtRckh2c/s320/05122007%28020%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140854883704257330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1f8i4EGO0I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_FbVFp-US6A/s1600-h/05122007%28019%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1f8i4EGO0I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_FbVFp-US6A/s320/05122007%28019%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140855175762033474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The funniest thing happened at the entrance. We arrived at IGLOO's main door but the sign on the door read 'CLOSED'. There were other people inside, and the worker just stood at the door looking out at us. They all did actually-- from the inside. And the dude at the door just stood there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;staring&lt;/span&gt;. He, for some strange reason, didn't even bother to open the door for us or wonder why 4 girls were just standing outside the door, peering in. In the end, our very brave Serena pushed open the door and asked the dude and it turned out that he didn't even notice the sign. -.- But the big question still remains; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why the hell did he just stand there without opening the door for us?&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think we really spooked the guy taking our order. He was really scary. He just looked at us with this really straight face and spoke in a somewhat mechanical manner-- even when Serena and my sis were going "..with egg!" " No.. Without egg!!"   -.-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gFn4EGO1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/-X-eFRANRjM/s1600-h/05122007%28018%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gFn4EGO1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/-X-eFRANRjM/s320/05122007%28018%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140865157266029394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way home. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played mahjong some more when we got back. Told you they were die-hards. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gGdoEGO2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/LPliPbj4_Y8/s1600-h/05122007%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gGdoEGO2I/AAAAAAAAAZg/LPliPbj4_Y8/s320/05122007%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140866080683998050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vicky Becks&lt;/span&gt; playing mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Min, Sis and I named Serena's little devil after Victoria Beckham cos it looks dominatrix too-- echo included. ROFL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gTgIEGO6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/9NHaO0_hMAQ/s1600-h/05122007%28024%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gTgIEGO6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/9NHaO0_hMAQ/s320/05122007%28024%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140880417284832162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our SM induced chipmunks, Chip and Dale, courtesy of the disturbing Serena Sim. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gJroEGO3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/RofTSL8YjXA/s1600-h/P4300561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gJroEGO3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/RofTSL8YjXA/s320/P4300561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140869619737049970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate dinner after that then we watched Stardust which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gooooodddd&lt;/span&gt;, surprisingly. (Heheh. Sorry I doubted you, Min.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gRJ4EGO4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/MbMMqYmzrFI/s1600-h/stardust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gRJ4EGO4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/MbMMqYmzrFI/s320/stardust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140877836009487234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they just look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; together, Claire Danes and DuhDuh? Hahah. We call him that. xD (Watch the movie and you'll understand why). But the movie is brilliant. Esp the lovu lovu scenes. They're just so classy and so romantic. Heheh. Not too cheesy and overbearing like in those typical, low-grade cliched movies eventhough this movie is beyond cliche. But it's not sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gSu4EGO5I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GOM9NinCNpk/s1600-h/05122007%28025%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gSu4EGO5I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GOM9NinCNpk/s320/05122007%28025%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140879571176274834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Supposedly engrossed in the movie but never too busy for a picture.&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://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gVmYEGO9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/nASGpt0Lk8Q/s1600-h/05122007%28035%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gVmYEGO9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/nASGpt0Lk8Q/s320/05122007%28035%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140882723682270162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunty and Niecey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gXHYEGPAI/AAAAAAAAAao/JVdNZGdAhlU/s1600-h/05122007%28032%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gXHYEGPAI/AAAAAAAAAao/JVdNZGdAhlU/s320/05122007%28032%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140884390129581058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tweety and PonPon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't get a picture with my Sis. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was time to say goodbye so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gYqIEGPDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/o2lm_bquTUo/s1600-h/05122007%28039%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gYqIEGPDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/o2lm_bquTUo/s320/05122007%28039%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140886086641663026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was that. And I love every moment of that day. xD It was a &lt;u&gt;blast&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gUhYEGO7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Fndy9C7EsYk/s1600-h/05122007%28036%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1gUhYEGO7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/Fndy9C7EsYk/s320/05122007%28036%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140881538271296434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You guys are the best. Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys to death. &lt;33&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-8609941221241260615?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8609941221241260615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=8609941221241260615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8609941221241260615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8609941221241260615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/051207.html' title='051207'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1eYqYEGOnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xOA22cBKGJY/s72-c/05122007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-3512639162743820715</id><published>2007-12-05T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:27:42.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The potential most beautiful baby ever created.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1WIPYEGOmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bLUTRbp19Jc/s1600-h/kaka_svadba_Caroline_Celicova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1WIPYEGOmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bLUTRbp19Jc/s320/kaka_svadba_Caroline_Celicova.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140164347452340834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa eh Kaka. Watashi no Kaka. MYYYYYY KAKA is going to have a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;B.A.B.Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All because they love each other. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PFFTT&lt;/span&gt;. EXCUSES. I'm not taking this well. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dreeeaaammmss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHATTERED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Found out via &lt;a href="http://sunnyc8.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mindy&lt;/a&gt;@&lt;a href="http://www,kickette.com/"&gt;Kickette&lt;/a&gt;. The site's pretty cool, I've gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;Read up on the &lt;a href="http://www.kickette.com/index.php?/site/comments/pitter_patter_kaka_and_caroline/"&gt;comments here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROFLMAO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That baby will be born with a full on Disney-worthy panapoly of birds singing, flowers blooming. In fact I’m picturing something like the Snow White singing in the forest scene."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God that kid has the potential to be the most beautiful baby ever created...Congrats to them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"My god, I think my teeth actually just melted from the amount of sweet in one article. Congrats to them. Though I want reimbursement for my teeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(BAHAHAHAH. Lame ass.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the plus side, Min, Serena and hopefully Jesse are coming over tomorrow to celebrate my birthday in advance. Hehe. Sweetness~ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, &lt;u&gt;CAN'T WAIT&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-3512639162743820715?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/3512639162743820715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=3512639162743820715&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/3512639162743820715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/3512639162743820715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/potential-most-beautiful-baby-ever.html' title='The potential most beautiful baby ever created.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1WIPYEGOmI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bLUTRbp19Jc/s72-c/kaka_svadba_Caroline_Celicova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-4543108039662098510</id><published>2007-12-04T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:46:30.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUST READ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="NH1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Muslims Seeing Visions of Jesus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;This week when reading Epicenter - Why the current rumblings in the Middle East will change your future by Joel Rosenberg, I was amazed to hear the accounts of Muslims turning to Christ through supernatural encounters with our Lord Jesus!     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Iraq, "Muslims are seeing visions of Jesus Christ. He is coming to them and speaking to them, and they are repenting and giving their lives to him. Shiites! I'm talking about Shiite Muslims seeing visions of Jesus and becoming his followers...". In Iran, what is bringing them to the Lord is visions and dreams of Jesus. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the words of one Iranian pastor: "A factory manager recently showed up at a church. We didn't need to share the gospel with him. We didn't need to persuade him of anything, which was good, in a way, because many in our congregation are terrified to share their faith. But this man already believed because Jesus had spoken to him in a dream. In fact, he said that Jesus had been personally teaching him the way to follow him for two hours a day for an entire year." (pg 215-219) &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we receive prophecy at times it is as if we can see the Lord speaking in our spirit's eye. Then there re are times the Holy Spirit chooses to teach through visions and dreams. But as Christian we are seeking and spending time with him. Yet we have a our loving God who desires to draw men unto himself out of every nation and every tribe, so much so that when the doors are closed to the evangelists on earth, they are not closed to the Holy Spirit. Our God is even sending revelations to reach and to save those in other lands destined unto salvation. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is as our Lord spoke, "I will build my church and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it." Although Iran is an anti-Christian nation, the Lord God in Heaven is reaching out to seek and to save that which is lost, walking through Islamic walls and building his church, appearing to people in visions and dreams bringing them unto Salvation. May we treasure the dreams and visions of our Lord harkening to his voice as he speaks and communes with our spirits always. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;With Blessings, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bonnie Franklin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://kel92.blogspot.com"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kel92.blogspot.com"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Damn cool la. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our GOD is GOOD!! &lt;/span&gt;AMEN&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/655690979463824775-4543108039662098510?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4543108039662098510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=4543108039662098510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4543108039662098510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4543108039662098510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/must-read.html' title='MUST READ.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6754462447164446970</id><published>2007-12-02T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:02:36.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SJS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1LS5YEGOlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3gneoyagyWc/s1600-R/02122007%28012%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1LS5YEGOlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7PQl3ogMZxk/s320/02122007%28012%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139402007937170002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended the Premiere performance for the KL World Marching Show Band Competition tonight@MBKS Hockey Stadium with Ju. Was funn. Met Gertrude, Chloe and Brenda as well. Had lots of laughs. Band's good too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was No.1!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;(Refer to ticket no. Heee~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ju and family paid for my ticket. Thank youu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6754462447164446970?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6754462447164446970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6754462447164446970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6754462447164446970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6754462447164446970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/sjs.html' title='SJS.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1LS5YEGOlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7PQl3ogMZxk/s72-c/02122007%28012%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-830810502223055822</id><published>2007-12-01T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:10:00.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SantaCruz.</title><content type='html'>Went out with Dad, Jess and Min today. Shopping for guitars/whatever Min's looking for la. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1F-wYEGOjI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ryr3pEdLLaY/s1600-R/01122007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1F-wYEGOjI/AAAAAAAAAXM/roBu-HgGowg/s320/01122007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139028019364903474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad bought me a gorgeous 'Santa Cruz' semi-electric. xD Early birthday present. And there was a discount too. Wheeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1F_qoEGOkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YJygYXSTwC4/s1600-R/01122007%28003%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1F_qoEGOkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kF5hjxkKsqc/s320/01122007%28003%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139029020092283458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ain't she a beaut? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's thinner than the usual acoustics/semi-electrics too. =)) Thanks Dad. And thanks Jess, for all the help and consultation. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappy. xDD&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/655690979463824775-830810502223055822?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/830810502223055822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=830810502223055822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/830810502223055822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/830810502223055822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/santacruz.html' title='SantaCruz.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R1F-wYEGOjI/AAAAAAAAAXM/roBu-HgGowg/s72-c/01122007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-8427597092946377425</id><published>2007-11-30T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T02:20:46.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are family~</title><content type='html'>Jesse came over this afternoon to jam. Was pretty fun considering I cannot do even a quarter of what he can. But it being what runs in the Songs' blood (*ahem ahem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some&lt;/span&gt; Songs), Jesse was very patient with teaching me. xD Thanks Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R07-4hs7SBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fEXIoMd4psk/s1600-h/DSC01592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R07-4hs7SBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fEXIoMd4psk/s320/DSC01592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138324471949248530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. This &lt;a href="http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/"&gt;goof ball&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; good at the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was showing me this hilarious vid one YouTube about this ventriloquist who's bloody good. I'm telling you, his lips don't move. And the stupid puppet kept going, 'I kill you!' Haha. Some pun to mock Islamic terrorists. Come to think of it, that guy pretty much insulted almost every other religion either. Guess that's fair. LoL. Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Enchanted with Min, Serena, Sis and Jesse tonight. One word; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McDrrreeeeeaaaammmmyyy&lt;/span&gt;@Patrick Dempsey. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ssss&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://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R073vRs7R-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/6dPcbzSbCww/s1600-h/freedommini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R073vRs7R-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/6dPcbzSbCww/s320/freedommini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138316616454064098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McDreeeaammmyy&lt;/span&gt; eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it felt nice going out with family. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Serena included xD)&lt;/span&gt; They're the people you go to when you feel down and out. Your life support. It felt good tonight. Things have been rough and its nice to escape from it all for a while. [No &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pun&lt;/span&gt; intended to anyone, seriously]. Don't know why but sometimes I kinda forget. How truly important family can be. And how they'll always be there in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was alright. It's definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;. Sorta like all the Disney FairyTales put into one? But it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; entertaining cos we laughed our arses off. All those fairytale puns. Haha. Really. But the company was GREAT. So fun to go out like that again. How long has it been? A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt; since I've been to the movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0769Rs7R_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/85UmKFNymIo/s1600-h/29112007%28002%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0769Rs7R_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/85UmKFNymIo/s320/29112007%28002%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138320155507116018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. That was Min's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;main&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; purpose. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0779hs7SAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ji9Kck_j8UQ/s1600-h/29112007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0779hs7SAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ji9Kck_j8UQ/s320/29112007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138321259313711106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had Serena at "OMG. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess and Jesse&lt;/span&gt;!! So cute.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, that's about it. I seem to be feeling alot better too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;~ Praise God. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R08AThs7SCI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Hchr9-D_V4I/s1600-h/patrick-dempsey611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R08AThs7SCI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Hchr9-D_V4I/s320/patrick-dempsey611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138326035317344290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leave you McDreamy fans out there with a little turn off. ;p Or maybe turn on for all you die-hards. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-8427597092946377425?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8427597092946377425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=8427597092946377425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8427597092946377425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8427597092946377425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-are-family.html' title='We are family~'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R07-4hs7SBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/fEXIoMd4psk/s72-c/DSC01592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-3343349599535501348</id><published>2007-11-28T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:43:00.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7+3=10   xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things you plan to do before you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. buy a gibson v-factor (i don't care that everyone else thinks its ugly ;p).&lt;br /&gt;2. meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ricardo izecson de santos@kaka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. go somewhere nice from which i can overlook the whole city.&lt;br /&gt;4. watch a live football//basketball match in the states.&lt;br /&gt;5. ride a sexy, red Vespa all around town.&lt;br /&gt;6. perform in front of a public audience with the band.&lt;br /&gt;7. be a size 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven things you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. play the guitar in an amateur manner.&lt;br /&gt;2. scream really loud when kaka comes on tv.&lt;br /&gt;3. swim like a really smart hippo who can water trade.&lt;br /&gt;4. watch cartoons for one whole bloody day.&lt;br /&gt;5. cuss like a mad dog.&lt;br /&gt;6. lmao til i need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;7. puke at lovu lovu hip-huggers. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven most repeated phrases or words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. uhh.. who CARES?&lt;br /&gt;2. wth?!&lt;br /&gt;3. damn you.&lt;br /&gt;4. what the.. !@#$%&lt;br /&gt;5. sorry?&lt;br /&gt;6. get a life, or a better hobby.&lt;br /&gt;7. okaaayyyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven physical traits you look for the opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. talltalltall.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goooorrrrrgggeeeeoooouuuussss&lt;/span&gt; smile.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;not overloaded at the 'guns'(muscles) *faints*&lt;br /&gt;4. pretty eyes.&lt;br /&gt;5. cool hair.&lt;br /&gt;6. broad like a kick-ass sportsman *ssssss.&lt;br /&gt;7. not skinnier than me. LOL. i know, contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three names you go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. jess.&lt;br /&gt;2. ah bee.&lt;br /&gt;3. phingphong. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;(the last two are off limits-- seriously ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things you like about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the fact that i depend wholly on God and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; alone.&lt;br /&gt;2. my on-and-off tendency to not care what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;strangers think.&lt;br /&gt;3. how i'm so blessed-- like you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt; believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things you don't like about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  my fat currently. i cannot lose weight too easily.&lt;br /&gt;2. my habit of being vulgarly mean to people.&lt;br /&gt;3. the way i always say the wrong things esp during first impressions. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things that scares me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FROGS. g-r-o-s-s.&lt;br /&gt;2. blood.&lt;br /&gt;3. loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three Drinks *non and alcoholic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. milo.&lt;br /&gt;2. sparkling juice. =))&lt;br /&gt;3. er.. sugary liquids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three of your Daily Essentials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. music.&lt;br /&gt;2. television.&lt;br /&gt;3. company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things that you are wearing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tshirt.&lt;br /&gt;2. long pyjama pants.&lt;br /&gt;3. unmentionables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three of my favourite movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what a girl wants.&lt;br /&gt;2. SAVED.&lt;br /&gt;3. the notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two Truths and A Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. truth #1: i am fat.&lt;br /&gt;2. truth #2: i am very sensitive at the most inappropriate times.&lt;br /&gt;3. lie: when i fart, flowers grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three things about the opposite sex that appeals you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. their smile.&lt;br /&gt;2. personality-- knows how to control the situation by saying the write things at the write times.&lt;br /&gt;3. open-mindedness and friendliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three careers that you are considering, or have considered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;2. design.&lt;br /&gt;3. psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three people you would like to tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. angelica. (happy? ;p)&lt;br /&gt;2. jesse. (since we just discovered each others' blogs)&lt;br /&gt;3. julia. (with hopes that she'll start her blog up again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-3343349599535501348?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/3343349599535501348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=3343349599535501348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/3343349599535501348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/3343349599535501348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/11/7310-xd.html' title='7+3=10   xD'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7285129936179875112</id><published>2007-11-28T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:26:08.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God. &lt;33</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't call today one of those good days. Maybe just a slightly rough one. But seeing as how I don't know how to put the experience in words, I will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know SPM is over and everything, but the past month-- during intensive preparation and throughout SPM itself-- I felt something that just wouldn't go away. And i love it. Now, I know this sounds melodramatic, but getting through SPM was no stroll in the park nor as easy as stuffing a piece of cheesecake down your throat. It was hard. Definitely. No matter what people claim it to be. Some took it easy, some a little harder than others and some, well, don't really care. But it was important to me. It still is. Straight As were and are all I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that all the pressure I experienced came from me. Yeah, basically I was my own nagging parent and teacher. The weight you bear when you set such high expectations for yourself isn't something you could laugh off over an afternoon of cartoons. There were many times that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wanted to give up. More often than necessary actually. And I could've. I easily would've. But I didn't. If I was all on my own at the time, I know for certain that I would've thrown in the towel weeks before SPM had started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God helped me. He did soo much for me that I cannot explain it. He gave me strength. So much of it that I couldn't give up. How could I have? He's given me everything and I just couldn't waste it. Not after He'd brought me so far. This was actually inspired by this message left by some blogging competition winner in the little magazine the school was handing out. She said something like, God has blessed me with so much so I couldn't waste all that He has given me. And that's what drove her to work hard. That's what drove &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to work hard. I kept telling myself that every time I felt tired and was at my lowest point. It worked. All the way through the exams. And I've come out of it a stronger person. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I hope)&lt;/span&gt;. I've grown closer to God and I just cannot contain. Thinking about Him makes me happy and believing in Him gives me hope that's greater than all the galaxies put together. &lt;33 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; worth it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Jesse's coming over. We're gonna jam. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely cannot wait. Quote &lt;a href="http://jsmsong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jesse&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R01sNhs7R9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/nhYGrxXvGUk/s1600-h/29122006%28012%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R01sNhs7R9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/nhYGrxXvGUk/s400/29122006%28012%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137881729540507602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jayCeE ]- I h8 eu says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i antixipating it one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7285129936179875112?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7285129936179875112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7285129936179875112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7285129936179875112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7285129936179875112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-33.html' title='God. &lt;33'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R01sNhs7R9I/AAAAAAAAAWc/nhYGrxXvGUk/s72-c/29122006%28012%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6289690353044886301</id><published>2007-11-27T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:31:10.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 5-year Contradiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;SPM IS OVER!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello freedom. Hello late nights. Hello extremely spicy food. Hello walking in the rain without having to use an umbrella. Hello badminton and basketball. Hello day-long tv sessions. Hello anime. Hello blogging. Hello internet. Hello long baths! (quote Gertrude on the last day of SPM.--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing smells sweeter than the pain-staking, minute-to-minute freedom, enjoyed doing absolutely nothing useful or educational. Say goodbye to years and years of knowledge, agonizingly fitted into a brain with the capacity of your ordinary household cutlery drawer and hello to the contradiction of everything that we've been thought to comprehend through BM and Moral i.e&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; filling your free time with ''beneficial" activities like reading encyclopedias and surfing the internet for nothing more than educational information and not wasting a minute of your time on the 'less important' and 'time-wasting' activities such as chatting with your friends, watching tv or basically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that is fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all this free time is pressuring me to use every minute of it doing everything that I've been deprived of these past few months. But truth be told, like &lt;a href="http://dahcatdris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deb&lt;/a&gt; said, this year has definitely been filled with plenty of new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it would be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vDQRs7RrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-AeB9hQqsFI/s1600-h/359189004l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vDQRs7RrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-AeB9hQqsFI/s320/359189004l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137414484343342770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Year's Eve Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vD3Bs7RsI/AAAAAAAAAUU/moyU-xtPFig/s1600-h/P1010453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vD3Bs7RsI/AAAAAAAAAUU/moyU-xtPFig/s320/P1010453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137415150063273666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Year's Day Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vUoxs7R4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/XeGzWvjQMPw/s1600-h/P1020480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vUoxs7R4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/XeGzWvjQMPw/s320/P1020480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137433596947810178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pak Teo's 71st Surprise Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vURBs7R3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/A3oU2Yh_OaE/s1600-h/P1020513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vURBs7R3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/A3oU2Yh_OaE/s320/P1020513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137433188925917042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McIncests' Debut.&lt;br /&gt;&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://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0u-zRs7RkI/AAAAAAAAATU/uTLUrqqBTDs/s1600-h/02012007%28024%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0u-zRs7RkI/AAAAAAAAATU/uTLUrqqBTDs/s320/02012007%28024%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137409588080625218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My First Time Out With My &lt;del&gt;Younger&lt;/del&gt; Whole Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vJTRs7RxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5yPcFozxea8/s1600-h/28012007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vJTRs7RxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5yPcFozxea8/s320/28012007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137421132952717074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parv's Birthday @Tao's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0u9xxs7RiI/AAAAAAAAATE/n5N18nMIYp8/s1600-h/P1220611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0u9xxs7RiI/AAAAAAAAATE/n5N18nMIYp8/s320/P1220611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137408462799193634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinese New Year Visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vMlxs7RzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uH4cAgZdu5s/s1600-h/09022007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vMlxs7RzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uH4cAgZdu5s/s320/09022007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137424749315180338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valentine's Day Card-Making @Interact // Sport's Day// Youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vCChs7RpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TeJlFFnu6LE/s1600-h/14042007%28012%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vCChs7RpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TeJlFFnu6LE/s320/14042007%28012%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137413148608513682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santubong Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0u_kBs7RlI/AAAAAAAAATc/GNtBSRZpO0A/s1600-h/20042007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0u_kBs7RlI/AAAAAAAAATc/GNtBSRZpO0A/s320/20042007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137410425599247954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ER 07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vOUxs7R1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/H_7w9XDqcaI/s1600-h/19052007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vOUxs7R1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/H_7w9XDqcaI/s320/19052007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137426656280659794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma's 80th Birthday Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&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://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vAXxs7RnI/AAAAAAAAATs/-SpsYWkXOt8/s1600-h/25052007%28005%292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vAXxs7RnI/AAAAAAAAATs/-SpsYWkXOt8/s320/25052007%28005%292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137411314657478258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GENREV concert.&lt;br /&gt;(My &lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/u&gt; picture with a member of GENREV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vEPxs7RtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xUDDLBoyFvU/s1600-h/26052007%28014%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vEPxs7RtI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xUDDLBoyFvU/s320/26052007%28014%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137415575265035986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OFFSTAGE MINOR practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vFdBs7RuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/CTvVgWbxCZs/s1600-h/DSCN0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vFdBs7RuI/AAAAAAAAAUk/CTvVgWbxCZs/s320/DSCN0812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137416902409930466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OFFSTAGE MINOR'S last performance.&lt;br /&gt;(Teacher's Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JULY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vBORs7RoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/v4DjxQRg3yI/s1600-h/13072007%28017%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vBORs7RoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/v4DjxQRg3yI/s320/13072007%28017%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137412250960348802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rainfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vGYRs7RvI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6BHnFg0vikY/s1600-h/77437813780_private_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vGYRs7RvI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6BHnFg0vikY/s320/77437813780_private_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137417920317179634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julia's Surprise 17th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vHDxs7RwI/AAAAAAAAAU0/19_RAosFYZc/s1600-h/chelseagrp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vHDxs7RwI/AAAAAAAAAU0/19_RAosFYZc/s320/chelseagrp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137418667641489154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRST EVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; live football match.&lt;br /&gt;[Champions Youth Cup]&lt;br /&gt;(Bayern Munich vs. PSV // &lt;u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/u&gt; vs. Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vLqBs7RyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/sIxph_d-XPg/s1600-h/1_178089243l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vLqBs7RyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/sIxph_d-XPg/s320/1_178089243l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137423722817996578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Serena's Graduation Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vWaBs7R5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/mbwZgm0lMAY/s1600-h/P4140447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vWaBs7R5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/mbwZgm0lMAY/s320/P4140447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137435542567995282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week in St. Teresa.&lt;br /&gt;[Love you guys &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I've met a lot of great people and gotten to know the old ones even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0wziBs7R8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/6LcFegI9vH0/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0wziBs7R8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/6LcFegI9vH0/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137537934588331970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Sorry. Stole some of the pictures of your Friendsters. Yes, I'm a stalker. GOMEN ^^".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took me all afternoon to put all this together but damn it's worth it, even if it's irregularly spaced. Hell yeah, it drives me mad just looking at the imperfection of it. But heck, who cares now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are irreplaceable. I wouldn't ever want to lose them. Not for anything. And to think, we may all part really soon. The worst part is, there's nothing you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know how much I complain about being in Form5 but looking back, I wouldn't trade all of this in for anything. By the looks of it, I don't seem much like a Form5 student that was in the process of SPM preparation do I? Yeah, well, I never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Julia said, we've been brought up in this safe environment whereby for five years, you'd recognize the people that walked past you in the corridors every morning. Everything would feel safe, even if it were just a routine. And now, we're leaving it all behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all went by too fast and too slow all at the same time. And now, the hot topic that has been on everyone's lips for the past 5 years is over. It is done. Just.like.that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you guys already.&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/655690979463824775-6289690353044886301?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6289690353044886301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6289690353044886301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6289690353044886301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6289690353044886301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/11/5-year-contradiction.html' title='A 5-year Contradiction.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0vDQRs7RrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-AeB9hQqsFI/s72-c/359189004l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-5963638988836528559</id><published>2007-11-25T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T03:21:03.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BioBioBio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0hpfxs7RfI/AAAAAAAAASs/TA3z0qto8f8/s1600-h/social%2520pressure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136471369654683122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0hpfxs7RfI/AAAAAAAAASs/TA3z0qto8f8/s320/social%2520pressure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grabbed from &lt;a href="http://www.gapingvoid.com/"&gt;gapingvoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://reeniezart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to future SPM-ers&lt;/strong&gt;: DO NOT take a whole afternoon off stalking your way through Friendster then take a near 2-hour nap two days before your last paper if you have the will power of a chimpanzee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was close to giving up on Friday. After taking a whole afternoon off, it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;extremely&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; difficult to return to my Biology books again. Tried every way possible to boost my 'morale'. In the end I just caved in and did what I always do, being the useless sap that I am. I called Ju. Yes, as always I relied on her to motivate me as well as handle everything else that I'm incapable of doing for me. I keep telling myself to grow a spine and be more self-reliant. I think it's pretty clear how that turned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God because He managed to save me yet again. And today, I woke up at 11am (yeah yeah, that's pretty early la ok) and I studied till around 5 and then earlier on at 9pm til around 12:30 am. I'm not sure if I'm studying all the right things and I'm not sure how well I'm gonna do this Monday but I trust God. He'll make it work out. And if things don't work out then that's fine too. His plan. It's all in there. At this point, I'm just content with the effort I put in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a note to all students out there-- if things don't feel right, just pray. Things always work out in the end. Even if the end sometimes is a little further than we want it to be. Some prayers may seem to go unanswered but sometimes it just takes a while for them to be answered or maybe there's just a better plan written out for you. In the end, it just comes down to trust. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in two days I'll be watching anime, finishing Before We Began, blogging more than ever, swimming, playing my sexy arse guitar every night, playing badminton for hours and hours, hanging on the phone with Ju (which we might need to postpone for the time being ;p), doodling, playing ball, doing cardio, downloading songs, drooling over hottie Gosling, catching the latest season on Grey's Anatomy (somehow), resuming lessons with Mr. Si, playing paintball, going across Sarawak River with Ju, going to Santubong to celebrate new year with my nieces and cuzzes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly, I'll be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING AT KUALA LUMPUR!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, burning holes in my parents' pockets with purchase after purchase, watching anime til the wee hours in the morning with my sister on her laptop, sniffing the air that MCR will be sniffing in 15 days and stepping on the dirt from their shoes that are left on KL grounds (which is about as close as I can get to touching them), losing my lunch over the overbearing lovu-lovu antics of the ever-popular hip huggers of KL and having be constantly reminded to clutch my bag nowhere further than my sides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, bliss. Can hardly contain. Wheeee~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think that maybe this entry is a little ahead of itself and I shouldn't really be naming all my post SPM activities at this current moment in time. Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; freaking day left of busting our arses and it's excruciating freedom of 6 months for those who will be going for NS/Form6, 3 months for the normal student getting ready to step into college life and 1 month for those who are a little more &lt;del&gt;eager&lt;/del&gt; planned out and have already enrolled into their respective colleges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayness. Yayness. Yayness. &lt;strong&gt;xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/655690979463824775-5963638988836528559?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5963638988836528559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=5963638988836528559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5963638988836528559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5963638988836528559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/11/biobiobio.html' title='BioBioBio.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/R0hpfxs7RfI/AAAAAAAAASs/TA3z0qto8f8/s72-c/social%2520pressure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-2530778796576371670</id><published>2007-11-18T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T02:36:37.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wargh!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rz8xOhs7RdI/AAAAAAAAASc/e8EwU7ijNW4/s1600-h/PANIC_by_Zerahyahu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rz8xOhs7RdI/AAAAAAAAASc/e8EwU7ijNW4/s320/PANIC_by_Zerahyahu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133876225860388306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 essentials to de-stress and unwind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always keep your mobile//mp3 player// iPod// discman// any electronic device of choice by your side at all time. When feeling overworked and are at the verge of defeat, reach for said electronic device. Good music &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; helps you to relax and recollect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get enough sleep. Going to bed at 3 in the morning and waking up at 12 in the afternoon is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; a good idea if you're planning on getting any studying done the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be sure to take 5-minute breaks in between studying from time to time. Sitting in front of a table filled with books for long hours continuously isn't necessarily always healthy. (unless your concentration is at it's peak, then it's not advisable to stop-- if you have the attention span of a poodle; exhibit A: the person typing this entry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you find yourself drowsy and drooling all over your books but you have one chapter left to cover, take a 15-minute nap. If all else fails, reach for a sugary item of your choice. The surge of energy will boost you up just enough to finish whatever's left. (i can't guarantee what good this will have on your health though ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; of all, never ever forget that you have someone who is backing you up and walking you through all of this-- all the way to the finishing line. GOD. xD When you're feeling tired and alone and you feel you just cannot go on, remember always to say a little prayer. If you close your eyes and just let go completely of everything that's holding you down you can feel Him there. Promise : ) Certified and tested. Sometimes it helps to put on some religious music, just to relax and unwind. When you think about it-- everything that He has given you, how far He has brought you-- you won't feel as tired because you know you have help. I almost forgot that I have God by my side the other day and things were &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; harder. Nothing seemed easy. But it helps to know that you're not in this alone and you have all your efforts and achievements to show for it. The strength that has kept you going this far, it is no longer the work of man alone. So, quote Cynthia; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just let go, and let God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 9 more days to go, SPM candidates. All the best. And well, whatever will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;GAMBATTE!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s   Found this super cute sketch of Advent Children. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rz80UBs7ReI/AAAAAAAAASk/cg1JPAL2_7c/s1600-h/KAA_SAN_by_BlackLillian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rz80UBs7ReI/AAAAAAAAASk/cg1JPAL2_7c/s320/KAA_SAN_by_BlackLillian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133879618884552162" 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/655690979463824775-2530778796576371670?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2530778796576371670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=2530778796576371670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2530778796576371670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2530778796576371670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/11/wargh.html' title='Wargh!~'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rz8xOhs7RdI/AAAAAAAAASc/e8EwU7ijNW4/s72-c/PANIC_by_Zerahyahu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-2890381894854159017</id><published>2007-11-10T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:53:07.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Historyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RzSR-JwlGeI/AAAAAAAAASU/XJ269-RkQJI/s1600-h/09112007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130886372439431650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RzSR-JwlGeI/AAAAAAAAASU/XJ269-RkQJI/s320/09112007%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Saya tidak mahu hidup lagi. Saya mahu mati!" - Deborah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130885852748388818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RzSRf5wlGdI/AAAAAAAAASM/jAX9mmWNi0A/s320/10112007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "The colours will merangsangkan your minda." - Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied with Deb today. SEJARAH. Was pretty good. Phew. 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was pretty slow moving. But hey, at least it was effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion of the day: Vladimir Lenin and Joseph Stalin, from Russia, are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. xD&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/655690979463824775-2890381894854159017?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2890381894854159017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=2890381894854159017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2890381894854159017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2890381894854159017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/11/historyday.html' title='Historyday.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RzSR-JwlGeI/AAAAAAAAASU/XJ269-RkQJI/s72-c/09112007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-1048683909385790387</id><published>2007-10-27T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:15:04.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than you know.</title><content type='html'>Chris Daughtry has a way of expressing in words what I cannot. And they're gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RyIaS0lNJSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/E3bAwqbnH4I/s1600-h/Heartache_by_lordofthepineapples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125688236555707682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RyIaS0lNJSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/E3bAwqbnH4I/s400/Heartache_by_lordofthepineapples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;artist:  &lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.lyricsmine.com/show/artist/Chris_Daughtry"&gt;Chris Daughtry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song: Over You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's all said and done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe you were the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To build me up and tear me down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like an old abandoned house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What you said when you left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess I let you get the best of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should've started running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You took a hammer to these walls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Packed your bags and walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was nothing I could say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lot of others opened up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you never were the best for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should've started running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should've started running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should've started running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I'm putting my heart back together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I got over you.Well I got over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-1048683909385790387?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1048683909385790387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=1048683909385790387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1048683909385790387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1048683909385790387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-than-you-know.html' title='More than you know.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RyIaS0lNJSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/E3bAwqbnH4I/s72-c/Heartache_by_lordofthepineapples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-2407912886026289964</id><published>2007-10-16T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T02:07:15.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say OK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RxOr9oo4pOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9hN6K3KyVa4/s1600-h/i175483604_67401_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121626276619658466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RxOr9oo4pOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9hN6K3KyVa4/s400/i175483604_67401_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost over. Phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-2407912886026289964?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2407912886026289964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=2407912886026289964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2407912886026289964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2407912886026289964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/10/say-ok.html' title='Say OK.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RxOr9oo4pOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9hN6K3KyVa4/s72-c/i175483604_67401_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-3206631381413498652</id><published>2007-10-06T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T01:35:15.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RwZkKYo4pMI/AAAAAAAAARk/p_RmDneTV4E/s1600-h/FRUSTRATION_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117888156128552130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RwZkKYo4pMI/AAAAAAAAARk/p_RmDneTV4E/s320/FRUSTRATION_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S&lt;/strong&gt; me. Feel so lazy to study sometimes. But, nevertheless, you have to. One more month. &lt;em&gt;Lord, save me&lt;/em&gt;. :'( I'm not ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Parents' friends who migrated to Australia a couple of years ago came over for a visit today. Their kids, who are around 12 and 5 are so infectious. They even have these thick Aussie accents. It was &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not sure if it's just me but aren't Aussie accents just so &lt;em&gt;adorable&lt;/em&gt;?! It's even hotter on the really tall, brunette Aussie dudes. XP &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117894890637272274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RwZqSYo4pNI/AAAAAAAAARs/mqnEgyPKE70/s320/Bleach_Bookmarks_Set_1_by_Tasuki_no_Miko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched the Bleach movie with Che the other night. &lt;em&gt;Brrriiiillliiiiiaaaaannntttttt&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;3333.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw, this song has the most &lt;em&gt;gorgeous&lt;/em&gt; music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" style="border-collapse: collapse" width="182" id="table1" bordercolorlight="#ECEBF1" bordercolordark="#E9DFD1" bordercolor="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bordercolor="#C0C0C0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lb.lyricsdownload.com/2/fla/2.2.swf?passid=2221815-27771081&amp;amp;p_varlista=1&amp;amp;ida=&amp;amp;colT=666666&amp;amp;colF=EEEEEE&amp;amp;colL=777777&amp;amp;aphF=80&amp;amp;sizF=9&amp;amp;spdS=1&amp;amp;bkgI=insert url image&amp;amp;txtT=Always&amp;amp;themerq=2&amp;amp;themeLy=0" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" width="180" height="200" name="lyricsbox20" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/hillsong-united-lyrics.html"&gt;HILLSONG UNITED lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Enjoy. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(do look up the song and give it a listen if you have the time. it's brilliant. or you could ask me to send it to you next time i'm on msn. XD)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-3206631381413498652?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/3206631381413498652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=3206631381413498652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/3206631381413498652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/3206631381413498652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='!@#$%'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RwZkKYo4pMI/AAAAAAAAARk/p_RmDneTV4E/s72-c/FRUSTRATION_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6222736882177712916</id><published>2007-09-30T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T02:31:05.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QTD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;quote of the day : spread the beckness. --&lt;em&gt;Matthew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(fyi, BECK is a japanese anime about a rock band.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115682248040424578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rv6N5oo4pII/AAAAAAAAARE/3bqe46t-VI0/s320/beck1338jpgel5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot Summary&lt;/strong&gt;: Tanaka Yukio, better known by his nickname Koyuki is a 14 year old who feels disconnected from life in general. Through the act of saving a mismatched dog, he meets guitarist Minami Ryuusuke, and becomes involved in Ryuusuke's new band BECK. Koyuki's life starts to change as the band struggles towards fame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115691001183773842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rv6V3Io4pJI/AAAAAAAAARM/XYZZH_sVoQA/s320/63746.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at that baby! So perfectly drawn in anime form. T.T gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;talking about the guitar btw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115693844452123810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rv6Ycoo4pKI/AAAAAAAAARU/LmkA-epbsgE/s400/250px-Honey-Clover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honey and Clover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115694377028068530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rv6Y7oo4pLI/AAAAAAAAARc/jHh8xxTsBkc/s400/Nana.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually watch this, but something about music/creative arts based animes that just intrigue me. Love them. i.e &lt;em&gt;Nana&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Honey and Clover&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; gonna watch it after SPM. &lt;em&gt;(Now, how many times have you heard me promise to do things after SPM? ;p)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6222736882177712916?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6222736882177712916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6222736882177712916&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6222736882177712916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6222736882177712916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/09/qtd.html' title='QTD.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rv6N5oo4pII/AAAAAAAAARE/3bqe46t-VI0/s72-c/beck1338jpgel5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7422406747871392223</id><published>2007-09-28T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:17:54.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUTube.</title><content type='html'>Well, let's just say that I've never believed &lt;em&gt;YouTube&lt;/em&gt; to be home to the most entertaining videos nor an unfailing shelter to the bored and desperate. But my dear &lt;strong&gt;Ju&lt;/strong&gt; has shown me otherwise. &lt;strong&gt;XP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdxkVQy7QLM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's some guy called Rob Paravonian who's apparently some musical comedian? He's dissing Pachalbel's Canon in D. Hillarious. &lt;strong&gt;LMAO&lt;/strong&gt;. But I kinda like the song so we don't see eye to eye. ;p It's in &lt;em&gt;O2 jam&lt;/em&gt; as well for all those of you who do not know it but do play &lt;em&gt;O2 jam&lt;/em&gt;. Personally, I think classical music is one of the most &lt;em&gt;gorrrgeeeoouuussss&lt;/em&gt; genres of music there are. But that doesn't stop him from being extremely funny to me. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGoi1MSGu64" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is by Flight of the Conchords, another pair of musicians/comedians. Now they are &lt;em&gt;HILLARIOUS&lt;/em&gt;. But it all depends on the kind of humour you have la. Hehe. ^^" They have the most adorable and original lines I have ever heard. &lt;strong&gt;ROFL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these videos are courtesy of Ju and her brother Nick, the coolest family of musicians I know. &lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ju. For sharing this with me. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7422406747871392223?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7422406747871392223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7422406747871392223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7422406747871392223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7422406747871392223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/09/singing-comedians.html' title='YOUTube.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-5132127973459808006</id><published>2007-09-25T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:55:17.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Lanterns and Hello Kittys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RvkoToo4pCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YLNvwc0uwPE/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114163169647436834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RvkoToo4pCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YLNvwc0uwPE/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conjunction with the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114164088770438194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RvkpJIo4pDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gRvy381zei4/s400/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are of the Latern Festival celebration held in &lt;strong&gt;Penang&lt;/strong&gt;. Got them from &lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114165102382720066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RvkqEIo4pEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Z1yBcbYiJhg/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that they're really getting into the spirit of it over there. Stalls have opened up along&lt;em&gt; Carpenter Street&lt;/em&gt; as well, over here in&lt;strong&gt; Kuching&lt;/strong&gt;. But I haven't got any pictures. =((&lt;br /&gt;Wish SPM was already over. Then I could go walk the streets and take part in the festivities of lantern-carrying and bright-eyed awe-ing at the bright lights and colours. I miss the days when my Dad used to take me to pick out a couple of paper lanterns that were to my liking, namely Pokemon decorated ones. XP I was going through the phase. I still love it though. Later on at night, I would pester him to hang up a couple of the tiny lanterns we'd purchased around our home and then he would take me around the block a couple of times, carrying a pink Pokemon lantern at the end of a thin bamboo rotan. Yes, the hassle of lighting the candle in my lantern included, for countless times everytime the wind decided to blow and play a trick on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114168349377995858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RvktBIo4pFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vXqVo1FTC6o/s400/image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114168980738188386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rvktl4o4pGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pNxGu8wf8pc/s400/image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it. Next year. &lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt; I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; gonna do it next year. We'll see where I'll be by then, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114169088112370802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RvktsIo4pHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5JwC1qswsTY/s400/image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY MID-AUTUMN LANTERN FESTIVAL!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-5132127973459808006?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5132127973459808006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=5132127973459808006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5132127973459808006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5132127973459808006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/09/of-lanterns-and-hello-kittys.html' title='Of Lanterns and Hello Kittys.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RvkoToo4pCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/YLNvwc0uwPE/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7445397850198559975</id><published>2007-09-22T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:26:01.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI.</title><content type='html'>Adapted this from Fs. Its an interesting read. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Our God is almighty&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt; Quote Ju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is certain but the Bible speaks about untimely death! Make a personal reflection about this. Very interesting. It is written in the Bible (Galatians6:7) : 'Be not deceived; God is not mocked : for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some men and womenwho mocked God :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Lennon (Singer):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years before, during hisinterview with an American Magazine, he said:&lt;br /&gt;'Christianity will end, it will disappear. I do not have to argue about that. I am certain. Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple, Today we are more famous than Him' (1966).&lt;br /&gt;Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ,was shot six times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tancredo Neves (President of Brazil):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Presidential campaign, he said if he got 500,000 votes from his party, not even God would remove him from Presidency.&lt;br /&gt;Sure he got the votes, but he got sick a day before being made President, then he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cazuza (Bi-sexual Brazilian composer,singer and poet):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a show in Canecio (Rio deJaneiro), while smoking his cigarette, he puffed out some smoke into the air and said: 'God, that's for you.'&lt;br /&gt;He died at the age of 32 of AIDS in a horrible manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The man who built the Titanic:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the construction of Titanic, a reporter asked him how safe the Titanic would be. With an ironic tone he said: 'Not even God can sink it'&lt;br /&gt;The result: I think you allknow what happened to the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marilyn Monroe (Actress):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was visited by Billy Graham during a presentation of a show. He said the Spirit of God had sent him to preach to her. After hearing what the Preacher had to say, she said: 'I don't need your Jesus'.&lt;br /&gt;A week later, she was found dead in her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bon Scott (Singer):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC. On one of his 1979 songs he sang: 'Don't stop me, I'm going down all the way, down the highway to hell'.&lt;br /&gt;On the19th of February 1980, Bon Scott was found dead, he had been choked by his own vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Campinas (IN 2005):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Campinas, Brazil a group of friends, drunk, went to pick up afriend. The mother accompanied her to the car and was so worried about the drunkenness of her friends and she said to the daughter holding her hand, who was already seated in the car: 'My Daughter, Go With God And May He Protect You..' She responded: 'Only If He (God) Travels In The Trunk, Cause Inside Here. It's Already Full'&lt;br /&gt;Hours later, news came by that they had been involved in a fatal accident, everyone had died,the car could not be recognized what type of car it had been, but surprisingly, the trunk was intact. The police said there was no way the trunk could have remained intact. To their surprise, inside the trunk was a crate of eggs, none were broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christine Hewitt (Jamaican Journalistand entertainer):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said the Bible (Wordof God) was the worst book ever written. In June 2006 she was found burnt beyond recognition in her motor vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more important people have forgotten that there is no other name that was given so much authority as the name of Jesus. Many have died, but only Jesus died and rose again, and he is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'JESUS'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7445397850198559975?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7445397850198559975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7445397850198559975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7445397850198559975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7445397850198559975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/09/fyi.html' title='FYI.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6512007757373252111</id><published>2007-09-22T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:06:06.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow dance with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RvP4v4o4pAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4R6VZE49D94/s1600-h/20092007(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112703503537054722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RvP4v4o4pAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4R6VZE49D94/s400/20092007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days left of MOCK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot of debate going on in my mind lately. In my decisions. Whether or not it'd make me seem needy. Or if it would be perfectly fine just doing so. I'm not sure which voice to listen to. The one that's normal and doesn't over-proportion things but might send me packing on one of my regret trips that are almost impossible to forget, punctuated with utter humiliation or the one that's paranoid over every friggin' aspect of my choices but could save me a totally rash and relationship altering move. Either way, I'm suffering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Corner with Love' has this baffling effect on me. It seems to have turned the inanimate faucet in my mind on and now I am near to tears at almost every episode. It's gotta come out one way or the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112715688359273490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RvQD1Io4pBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eFbU0c8IPV8/s400/17092007(009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It hit me that my anxiety to leave school has somewhat worn off. I've realized after 11 years spent in an environment so safe and familiar that I am not ready to leave just yet. It's those few months before a major public exam that are the most fun, if you think about it. Sure, the studying part is tough but the upside justifies the stress which would be the chance and time you get to just sit back during free periods at school and hang out with your friends even if you're supposed to be hitting the books.&lt;br /&gt;Julia is right. Public exams originally play the purpose of teaching us the stuff we need to learn. To educate us primarily before we enter the political world, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to stress you out of your hair. So sometimes you just gotta sit back, chill and watch the &lt;em&gt;not-so-green grass&lt;/em&gt; grow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to all those busting their butts to get a perfect grade point average, save yourself the life-shortening experience of memorizing your textbooks down to its very skeleton. Just take it all in at a moderate pace and still find time to smell the flowers. After all, at the end of the day we just have to let go and let God. Study and pray. &lt;em&gt;(According to Matt that's supposed to be St. Joseph's motto. Or something like that). &lt;/em&gt;I like it. &lt;strong&gt;Go, St. Joe!&lt;/strong&gt; ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6512007757373252111?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6512007757373252111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6512007757373252111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6512007757373252111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6512007757373252111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/09/slow-dance-with-me.html' title='Slow dance with me.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RvP4v4o4pAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/4R6VZE49D94/s72-c/20092007(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7307428331522809465</id><published>2007-09-19T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T19:11:33.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon Another Tag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^Basic Info^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name: &lt;em&gt;Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Age: &lt;em&gt;16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Birthday: &lt;em&gt;8th December.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^Favorite^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: &lt;em&gt;Western? Thai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Song: &lt;em&gt;Moon on Water by The Dying Breed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: &lt;em&gt;Black.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number: &lt;em&gt;7.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie:&lt;em&gt; A Knight's Tale.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magazine: &lt;em&gt;KREKO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book: &lt;em&gt;Tony Parsons'/Amy Tan's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^This Or That^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pepsi Or Coke: &lt;em&gt;Pepsi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Or Vanilla: &lt;em&gt;Chocolate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Or Night: &lt;em&gt;Day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburger Or Hot Dog: &lt;em&gt;HAMBURGER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Or Money: &lt;em&gt;Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks Or Personality: &lt;em&gt;Personality with a little of looks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Or Winter: &lt;em&gt;Summer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs Or Kisses: &lt;em&gt;Wouldn't know. LOL. Hugs are nice though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Night In Or Wild Night Out: &lt;em&gt;Romantic night. I'm a sucker for sappy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Or Tea: &lt;em&gt;Ugh. Neither.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Or Cold: &lt;em&gt;Hmm.. Depends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Or Rainy: &lt;em&gt;Currently, sunny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^Can You^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do a backflip? &lt;em&gt;Heck, no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance? &lt;em&gt;HAH! Not a chance in hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll your tongue? &lt;em&gt;This I can do. ;p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim? &lt;em&gt;Yep yep yep. &lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot a deer? &lt;em&gt;What the...?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive? &lt;em&gt;In a few months, I suppose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay up all night?&lt;em&gt; Yeah, done it a couple of times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing? &lt;em&gt;LOL. I hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^Beliefs^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God? &lt;em&gt;DEFINITELY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan? &lt;em&gt;Well, he exists.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic? &lt;em&gt;Hmm. Can't say. Not too sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles? &lt;em&gt;Yeah, most def.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts? &lt;em&gt;Yeah, spirits exist I suppose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight? &lt;em&gt;Hmm. Gotta get back to you on that one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself?&lt;em&gt; Sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing on shooting stars?&lt;em&gt; Haha. I'd like to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7307428331522809465?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7307428331522809465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7307428331522809465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7307428331522809465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7307428331522809465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/09/once-upon-another-tag.html' title='Once Upon Another Tag.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-2939458686574938052</id><published>2007-09-15T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T02:14:45.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boohoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RurIn-jmlGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/o7C2I5M379o/s1600-h/cuntcards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110117316338029666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RurIn-jmlGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/o7C2I5M379o/s400/cuntcards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MOCK's been tiring me out. Straight hours of studying everyday. But I feel better. I finally feel like I'm on track. &lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt; Ironic, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have found the vainest mouse in the world with a real knack for posing. Found it in our attic about a week ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110118652072858738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RurJ1ujmlHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/48R7JNDg1kA/s400/mousey.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm ecstatic at the very thought getting SPM over with. Imagining myself walking out of the exam hall. I can't wait. But, at the same time, I'd also be the one whining a few months later about how I miss high school and how it was so much less pressuring than college&lt;em&gt; bla bla bla&lt;/em&gt;.. As I always seem to do every time I progress a year. OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-2939458686574938052?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2939458686574938052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=2939458686574938052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2939458686574938052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2939458686574938052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/09/boohoo.html' title='Boohoo.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RurIn-jmlGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/o7C2I5M379o/s72-c/cuntcards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7974534903913125466</id><published>2007-09-08T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T01:36:17.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOCK me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RuGKYb7SEmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OXyRnJAH-EY/s1600-h/An_Abstract_Mind_by_GrafikAmmo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107515604832752226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RuGKYb7SEmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OXyRnJAH-EY/s320/An_Abstract_Mind_by_GrafikAmmo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOCK's next week. Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I study and I get distracted. Sometimes I spend too much time on one page. Sometimes I fall low and start pitying myself for being so tired after working hard. But I haven't been working hard. I &lt;em&gt;don't know&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; I'm tired. What I do, it can barely amount to 1/5 of what I should really be doing. &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;, I'm not being hard on myself. I would gladly pat myself on the back if I was doing just double of what I'm putting in now. But no. I haven't been working hard. Not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give give give up!!!&lt;/em&gt; Something's keeping my spirits low. I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; HELP. I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must punish myself. No more staying up late if I stop studying because I'm "tired". &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;. It's straight to bed with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7974534903913125466?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7974534903913125466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7974534903913125466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7974534903913125466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7974534903913125466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/09/mock-me.html' title='MOCK me.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RuGKYb7SEmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OXyRnJAH-EY/s72-c/An_Abstract_Mind_by_GrafikAmmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-3360257885644923609</id><published>2007-08-30T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:38:46.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Lyrics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMY TAN&lt;/strong&gt;. Reviews on the front pages of her books do not even begin to compliment her brilliance. Yes. She is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; good. &lt;em&gt;(To me anyway)&lt;/em&gt;. The way she phrases her words-- its like, where does she even begin to think of all these clever expressions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After reading Amy Tan, the passion in me to put my life story to paper has only immensed. It is like this strange script writes itself in my head as if potential material for some amateurly documented biography of my life. And this would happen on every occassion, on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104178114596049426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RtWu877SEhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bDgdk0rlYa8/s320/theoppositeoffate.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hopes could a 17-year old with a vocabulary the size of your typical house mosquito have of publishing a paperback biography comparable to a 57-year old writer with more than 20 years of experience from Berkeley? I know. Nobody asked me to. But sometimes the illusion is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Considering on pursuing a career in writing biographies for the deceased. Or for the living if they wish me to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;p&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104900437900923474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rtg_5r7SElI/AAAAAAAAAOs/IEq2J4S6ig8/s320/ml_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about the movie but the song's really good. The lyrics are it's forte. But the movie &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; look good. Will borrow from &lt;strong&gt;Mindy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(Maybe after SPM)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, played 2 hours of badminton today. Julia, Felicity and my dad. Was nice. Good exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104899424288641586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rtg--r7SEjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YvLjcJYOY24/s320/18082007(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104899978339422786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rtg_e77SEkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FeG-0RGEqy4/s320/18082007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, this is what happened last time my dad and I played badminton for an hour and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Guess I can stop wondering why I'm not losing any weight. &lt;strong&gt;;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-3360257885644923609?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/3360257885644923609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=3360257885644923609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/3360257885644923609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/3360257885644923609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/08/music-and-lyrics.html' title='Music and Lyrics.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RtWu877SEhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bDgdk0rlYa8/s72-c/theoppositeoffate.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-1124878174431620936</id><published>2007-08-18T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:09:49.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pro-football government.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RsXek77SEZI/AAAAAAAAANM/KdmicVDAQfg/s1600-h/17082007(008).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099726879209951634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RsXek77SEZI/AAAAAAAAANM/KdmicVDAQfg/s400/17082007(008).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went out for Tweety's a.k.a. Serena's graduation dinner. She's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;graduated&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Congratz, congratz. Gotta admit. Was kinda worried at first that things would be weird, with me being the youngest there and all &lt;em&gt;(even if I do look their age, &lt;strong&gt;hrmph&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; but it went really well. Had &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; much fun, &lt;u&gt;seriously&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RsXevL7SEaI/AAAAAAAAANU/Usjyq-kzSEw/s1600-h/17082007(001).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099727055303610786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RsXevL7SEaI/AAAAAAAAANU/Usjyq-kzSEw/s320/17082007(001).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RsXe6b7SEbI/AAAAAAAAANc/6WLhLPn7J3s/s1600-h/17082007(005).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099727248577139122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RsXe6b7SEbI/AAAAAAAAANc/6WLhLPn7J3s/s320/17082007(005).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099727428965765570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RsXfE77SEcI/AAAAAAAAANk/_916eGG4fiM/s320/17082007(006).JPG" border="0" /&gt;We ate at &lt;em&gt;Taipei 101&lt;/em&gt;. Good choice. &lt;em&gt;Veerryy&lt;/em&gt; good. LoL. To &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But seriously, must try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100788530701013458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RsmkJL7SEdI/AAAAAAAAANs/orOL-1jGnl4/s320/1_178089243l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After we'd finished up, we headed over to &lt;em&gt;Point One&lt;/em&gt; which was on the same block because &lt;em&gt;Taipei 101&lt;/em&gt; was closing &lt;em&gt;(it was 9:30pm =.=)&lt;/em&gt;. At ice-cream there and watched football. Well, not really. We just shouted the names of the random footballers that appeared on TV. Tweety, Min and I sat on one row &lt;em&gt;(the pro-football government)&lt;/em&gt; and Che, Winnie and Naomi sat on the opposite side &lt;em&gt;(the opposition who kept sprinkling ice water at us for our love of football -.-'')&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100795729066201570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RsmqsL7SEeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5OfyhlxE11Y/s320/17082007(011).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100798834327556610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rsmtg77SEgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/6x6oZVC6rsI/s320/17082007057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/655690979463824775-1124878174431620936?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1124878174431620936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=1124878174431620936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1124878174431620936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1124878174431620936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/08/pro-football-government.html' title='pro-football government.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RsXek77SEZI/AAAAAAAAANM/KdmicVDAQfg/s72-c/17082007(008).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-4826391413227233355</id><published>2007-08-13T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T02:47:47.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Crimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;CYC&lt;/em&gt; was a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST&lt;/strong&gt;. Bayern guys are &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hott&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Germans. Pfft. Damn. Deb took some really awesome close-ups of the footballers. Will try to post them up when I manage to get a hold of them. Malaysians are sore-supporters. Poor Chelsea was boo-ed all the way to Pluto, loathed for their every movement, just because the crowd felt an obligation towards the Malaysian team. FYI, &lt;em&gt;you don't have to hate the other team, you know? &lt;/em&gt;Embarrassment. &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;. The &lt;em&gt;epitome&lt;/em&gt; of it. Grr. Poor English boys looked so disheartened at the end of the Chelsea vs Malaysia; 0 - 0 match. I'd be disappointed too if I were them. The crowd has contradicted the Government's &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Visit Malaysia Programme&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097868301764495794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rr9ENfZlibI/AAAAAAAAAMU/NlTJd-bEA50/s320/11082007(023).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julia slept over yesterday night. Sister's friends came over. Anna and sis cooked us pasta, mushroom soup, sausages and crabsticks and cheese baked beans. So we practically had pasta for &lt;strong&gt;dinner&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;supper&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;today's breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tweety-bird. Cutee, eh? ;p Haha. a.k.a &lt;em&gt;Serena Sim&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097884399301921266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rr9S2fZlifI/AAAAAAAAAM0/st2w1GVJpug/s320/11082007(018).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week of no school. That's what it does to you. It's time to pick up the pace. I've been slacking too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097884081474341346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rr9Sj_ZlieI/AAAAAAAAAMs/48L6vLnTFQs/s320/19082006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Worried about Bingo. He's a &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;beaut&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, eh? Hope he's alright. Calling the vet tomorrow because they don't open on Sundays. They should. Like hospitals do. &lt;em&gt;Animals are living creatures too, y'know?&lt;/em&gt; Hrmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rr9VDvZligI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lGwNV0g7L8k/s1600-h/04082007(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097886825958443522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rr9VDvZligI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lGwNV0g7L8k/s320/04082007(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rr9VNfZlihI/AAAAAAAAANE/8tv_NM5WryQ/s1600-h/04082007(020).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097886993462168082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rr9VNfZlihI/AAAAAAAAANE/8tv_NM5WryQ/s320/04082007(020).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and this way overdue but Juju's birthday went great. Moved her to tears, our surprise. Literally. We bought her a cake and some balloons and surprised her as she walked up the stairs of McD. LoL. Yes. We're &lt;del&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/del&gt; &lt;strong&gt;children&lt;/strong&gt;. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-4826391413227233355?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4826391413227233355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=4826391413227233355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4826391413227233355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4826391413227233355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/08/9-crimes.html' title='9 Crimes.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rr9ENfZlibI/AAAAAAAAAMU/NlTJd-bEA50/s72-c/11082007(023).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-1835162989246382108</id><published>2007-08-09T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T02:49:55.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kick off&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Match Venue Results&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed 8&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Aug 18:45&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;Malaysia v FC Bayern München&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed 8&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Aug 20:40&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; PSV Eindhoven v Chelsea FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fri 10&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Aug 18:45&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; PSV Eindhoven v FC Bayern München &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fri 10&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Aug 20:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia v Chelsea FC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuching &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun 12&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Aug 20:40&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; FC Bayern München v Chelsea FC &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun 12&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Aug 20:40&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia v PSV Eindhoven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have to go!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-1835162989246382108?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1835162989246382108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=1835162989246382108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1835162989246382108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1835162989246382108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/08/omg.html' title='OMG.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-2136898384333596012</id><published>2007-08-09T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T02:35:02.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CYC2007.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RroJz_ZliZI/AAAAAAAAAME/7TghFfx7KgQ/s1600-h/CYC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096396717119867282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RroJz_ZliZI/AAAAAAAAAME/7TghFfx7KgQ/s400/CYC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;. Can't believe it. &lt;em&gt;Can't believe it!!&lt;/em&gt; Got this off &lt;a href="http://www.dahcatdris.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; site. This must've been what Mindy was talking about. I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; believe I didn't hear about this. &lt;em&gt;Why didn't you tell me Deb?!&lt;/em&gt; :'(&lt;br /&gt;Well, its too late. AC Milan was on today. Sniff. But I'm not really sure where it's held anyway. Is it available on TV?? Gotta ask Deb. Gonna be hard considering I won't be going to school for a week. &lt;em&gt;(Parents are away to China so no form of transport to school.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.thechampionsyouthcup.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. All credit goes to Deb. Thanks for posting it up. Hope you don't consider this plagerism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-2136898384333596012?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2136898384333596012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=2136898384333596012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2136898384333596012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2136898384333596012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/08/cyc2007.html' title='CYC2007.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RroJz_ZliZI/AAAAAAAAAME/7TghFfx7KgQ/s72-c/CYC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-836455713967382283</id><published>2007-08-04T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T02:56:43.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider-pig.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I opened Friendster today and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094549619189582210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RrN54vZliYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VkCxe-8DiPg/s400/38years.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[original copy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094546780216199538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RrN3TfZliXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SHBmDIYjw6Y/s400/38yearss.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; [enlarged copy]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Friendster really needs to get its facts straight. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is officially the 4th of August &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUJU!!~&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU ALWAYS. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for an outing tomorrow in commemoration of Juju's birth 17 years ago. Wheee. &lt;em&gt;Spider pig, spider pig. Does whatever, a spider pig does. Lalalaa.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094542369284786498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RrNzSvZliUI/AAAAAAAAALc/4kxhdj57USw/s400/spiderpig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teeheee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And in the process of looking for that spider-pig picture, I found a picture of theSIMPSONS in &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANGA FORM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094543219688311122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RrN0EPZliVI/AAAAAAAAALk/zYA2QEpcH8E/s400/simpsons_manga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's scary to think that I can name every one of those characters in that picture. Maybe except for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;two purple twins&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I just know them as &lt;strong&gt;Lisa's classmates&lt;/strong&gt;. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-836455713967382283?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/836455713967382283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=836455713967382283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/836455713967382283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/836455713967382283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/08/spider-pig_03.html' title='Spider-pig.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RrN54vZliYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VkCxe-8DiPg/s72-c/38years.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-4178874692537200133</id><published>2007-07-28T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:48:56.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat the cold porridge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spent the evening, lying down in front of the television, snuggled up with a pillow, watching cartoons. Ah, the old life. I used to spend hours in front of the TV. Sometimes watching my favourite cartoons, sometimes just watching &lt;em&gt;who-knows-what&lt;/em&gt;. It didn't matter. I just wanted to watch TV. Loved it loads. When I was younger, I was so addicted. My parents got &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; worried because it was getting in the way of my study time. I would laze around in front of the TV watching all sorts of crap, even during the exam period. Anything to escape studying. Lucky for me &lt;em&gt;(and them)&lt;/em&gt;, I grew out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ever since F3/F4 was it?, I haven't been watching TV much. With all the exams and school work, it was &lt;em&gt;homework, study, online, homework, study, online&lt;/em&gt;, with a little TV here and there but never for more than an hour or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was nice, watching TV for hours and hours, cartoon after cartoon, all over again. Even my dad noticed that I haven't done that in a while. He was like, &lt;em&gt;'It's been so long since you've done this. It's always online and study nowadays.'&lt;/em&gt; It was a real epidemic with me and television before. Seriously. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092277018849282162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rqtm9_ZliHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0P09qFQEEAc/s320/472848559_b6ae925c99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix this afternoon with my sister. It was good. I don't get why everyone keeps claiming it to be a 'grave disappoinment'. I rather liked it actually. More than the others. I can't believe I cried over Harry Potter. &lt;em&gt;Good gravy&lt;/em&gt;, what was my tear gland thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqtoOPZliKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lU3lEe0qjIU/s1600-h/luna.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092280514952661202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqtqJfZliNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7nnIzbjKccM/s320/luna.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luna Lovegood. Love her. She is the epitome of patience and being carefree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092281399715924194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rqtq8_ZliOI/AAAAAAAAAKo/33qCAsgHZKE/s320/normal_neville.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Neville Longbottom. He is just soo adorable. Luna and him make the perfect pair (even if they aren't really a pair). ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Buuuutttt, my &lt;em&gt;ultimate&lt;/em&gt; favourites are still...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092281953766705394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqtrdPZliPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZQjs7mOl15U/s320/normal_weasleys-da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE WEASLEY TWINS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I couldn't get an individual picture but &lt;em&gt;they are the coolest&lt;/em&gt;. ;p Rebelling against the man! The man being Delores Umbridge, of course. (She'd pass for a man ;p). Their whole family is rather awesome really. Find them all so infectious except of course for Percy the Weasle. XD &lt;em&gt;(no offense to any Percy-lovers out there, seriously.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD, I found something very interesting about one of the characters in the movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092284096955386114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqttZ_ZliQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mTwZqM54Gso/s320/jonirius.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hottie Depp and Sirius Black.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't you think Depp looks alot like Black?! I mean, sure Black is an older version but still, nevertheless, the resemblance seems to be there, don't you think? It's no wonder I found Sirius to be rather compelling from the beginning of the movie. Maybe its his sweet and loving nature. Ironic words to describe an ex-con. LOL. But he's an old sweety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092293120681675026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rqt1nPZliRI/AAAAAAAAALA/GdNKAWBtbVY/s320/484519561_c24800c880.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'SEE OUR FAMILY. AND FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOURS.'&lt;/em&gt; LOLL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;TheSIMPSONS-- when stepford-type families go wrong. The most dysfunctional family in the history of modern television I'd say. Worse than the family in 'Grounded For Life'? Hmm. It's close. I want to watch Simpsons the Movie soon. &lt;strong&gt;I l.o.v.e. TheSIMPSONS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;It is farby the &lt;u&gt;best&lt;/u&gt; cartoon/TV series ever&lt;/em&gt;!! Might give another shot at inviting Juju to come with me tomorrow. I know how much she likes it too.&lt;/p&gt;Sighh. What has become of me. Posting about Harry Potter now. Nothing wrong with Harry Potter (to all those hardcore HP fans) but I suppose it's never really been that big a deal to me other than the routined &lt;em&gt;harry-potter's-out-let's-go-catch-it&lt;/em&gt; once every few years. I suppose I just didn't want to be sucked in with all the Harry Potter madness and turn into another mindless, &lt;em&gt;gugu gaga&lt;/em&gt;, head-over-heels fan. I rather like being in the minority that stands out among the sea of Harry Potter fans. I am not a hater. Just a very minor fan. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again I would like to clarify that this post directs no offense to the Harry Potter fans out there. When I say 'mindless, gugu gaga, head-over heels..', I most definitely do not mean it in a bad way. It's just a way to describe being totally crazy about something which is totally fine. Heck, I turn into a shameless, brain-drained, idiot at the very sound and sight of 'Kaka' or whenever there's football involved in something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before hand, if anyone feels insulted I am sorry. My own sister is a hardcore fan, thus I would never mean any offense against any Harry Potter fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb was right. Blogging is sensitive. The risk of misunderstanding and communication breakdown occuring is bigger than Homer's yellow arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. I just realized that I made around 10 posts this month. My blogs aren't usually this active. LOL. I'm wondering if this is unhealthy because I have SPM in 3months. Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-4178874692537200133?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4178874692537200133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=4178874692537200133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4178874692537200133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4178874692537200133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/07/eat-cold-porridge.html' title='Eat the cold porridge.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rqtm9_ZliHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0P09qFQEEAc/s72-c/472848559_b6ae925c99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-376805896526053955</id><published>2007-07-28T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T01:26:14.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one for my babehh.</title><content type='html'>Every evening, on the way to tuition, I pass this empty lot. Not so much a lot as a mere, small piece of land. So anyway, almost every evening there would be this group of people-- a mixture of young and older working adults alike-- playing some sort of hackysack/soccer/whatever game on that little piece of land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was to laugh. I couldn't resist. It was so amusing to see adults in their late 30s and 40s kicking some shuttlecock-looking object amongst one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to know that as we grow older, we don't really &lt;em&gt;grow older&lt;/em&gt;. To think, imagine yourself 30 years from now, still stuck with the childish habit of biting your fingernails, dog-earing the special pages in your storybook, doodling silly little stick men drawings in your notebook, singing off key to Backstreet Boys in the bathroom or dancing spastically everytime your favourite song comes on on the radio. It's nice to think that even when you're 50, you'll be no different from when you were 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091925596035188834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqonWfZliGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/64zQDi1drVw/s320/t4_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just started on this book. Felicity picked it out for me today. =)) They were trying to get me to cultivate an interest in books other than the typical high school, teenage, love-struck, girly stories that centre around a bunch of 8th graders. I wanted to start reading novels. I didn't want to get myself stuck with these simple-plotted, teenage love stories til I reach 40. That would just be embarassing &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; depressing. Imagine picking my daughter up from school with a copy of Mates, Dates.. in my hands. Errgghh. Freaaakkkyyy. So anyway, after reading several novels, let's just say I found them not to be my kinda thing. BUT, Juju and Felicity known as the &lt;em&gt;(annoyingly)&lt;/em&gt; perseverant duo, did not give up and I actually managed to find a novel that I liked, courtesy of Felicity who had picked it out. I mean, at first I was kinda sceptical-- even after reading the summary-- but I've started on a few chapters and this book is fantastic! A &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; read. It is &lt;em&gt;'heartbreakingly universal and full of killer lines on love and love lost'&lt;/em&gt;, as Financial Times would put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a specific part that I exceptionally like that goes like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I know that I should be trying to move on. I know that I should be trying to put my time with Rose behind me. I know all of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But if you believe that you can recognise someone you have never met before, if you believe that there is just one person in the world for you, if you believe that there's only one other human being out there who you can love, for a lifetime-- and I believe all of these things-- then it follows that there is no point in pretending that tomorrow is another day and all that crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Because I've had my chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beauty, eh? Haha. Sound like the moose from Brother Bear. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, yeah. Turned out when I arrived back to class with the novel, that it had belonged to Ivanna before. She had donated it to the school for our ReadingBay Project, which is exactly where I had gotten it from-- the shelves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started this new thing. &lt;strong&gt;Mind-cussing&lt;/strong&gt;. It's when you cuss your arse off in your head when you're feeling frustrated or pissed. I didn't want to do it intentionally. I just started doing it. I suppose I did subconsciously want to. I mean, if I didn't why would I have started in the first place, right? I guess it is a resort that one has to succumb to; under the conditions that one has never said the F word before neither has or does one ever want to. I suppose it's 'cos I'd been thinking about it a fair amount. I mean, about the fact that people say it as if it were a mere 'How do you do?' or 'Please' and 'Thank You'. Nevertheless, I understand how hard it is to stop cussin'. Torture really, once you've gotten started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, yeah. I guess that's about all I have to report today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basketball tomorrow. Have to wake up early. Hope it doesn't rain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-376805896526053955?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/376805896526053955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=376805896526053955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/376805896526053955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/376805896526053955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-for-my-babehh.html' title='one for my babehh.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqonWfZliGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/64zQDi1drVw/s72-c/t4_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-8361604426966679880</id><published>2007-07-26T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T00:14:15.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-''</title><content type='html'>Managed to get some of the AddMaths Project answers today. Can't say the day went to &lt;em&gt;total&lt;/em&gt; waste I suppose. Okay, so I know I said just &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; day of rest but I don't know what happened. I just went with the flow and slept til 3:00pm. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no matter. I'm getting back on track tomorrow. When better to start than on a weekend, right? -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-8361604426966679880?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8361604426966679880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=8361604426966679880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8361604426966679880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8361604426966679880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='-.-&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-4892742336827088730</id><published>2007-07-25T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:07:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Mural.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;exams are over! &lt;em&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;exams are over!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;exams are over!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;exams are over!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;/strong&gt; exams are over! exams are over! EXAMS ARE OVER! exams are over! EXAMS ARE OVER! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exams are over!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;/u&gt; exams are over! &lt;strong&gt;exams are over!&lt;/strong&gt; exams are over! EXAMS ARE OVER! exams are over! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exams are over!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; exams are over! &lt;em&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;/em&gt; exams are over! &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;exams are over!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; EXAMS ARE OVER! exams are over! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; exams are over! EXAMS ARE OVER! &lt;em&gt;exams are over!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not really as happy as the 'mural' lets off. Maybe feel more accomplished than relieved. Was rewarded with an &lt;em&gt;on-the-dot&lt;/em&gt; completed Maths paper, a gratifying virtual high5 from Matt &lt;em&gt;(you'd be surprised at how fulfilling and encouraging these minor things really are) &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;one afternoon free from study &lt;em&gt;(this one not so encouraging la)&lt;/em&gt;. Just one. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eating HotCup in front of the computer now. Ever realize how MaggiMee gives you that sickening taste at the back of your throat once you've had too much? Blergh. No wonder I've always hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, decided to spend my one free afternoon sleeping, a little Chem PEKA-ing + TV and blogging. &lt;em&gt;(I'm just one heck of a natural over-achiever aren't I?) &lt;/em&gt;Well, my plans of increasing my posts by threefold today have been minimized to one or maybe two if I'm lucky. &lt;strong&gt;Darn tuition&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My afternoon of doing homework while watching television has brought me to discover that daytime television has been reduced to crappy baby sh*t, indian gameshows and dramatic, *&lt;em&gt;dum dum dum* &lt;/em&gt;filled, spanish soap operas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got a sneak peek at the SPM timetable yesterday night, courtesy of &lt;a href="http://dahcatdris.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who went 'researching'. I was pretty much shocked at the fact that it was out but everyone just seemed stagnant. -.-'' I must &lt;em&gt;reeeaaalllyyy&lt;/em&gt; be outdated. Well, &lt;em&gt;bring it on, babehh! &lt;/em&gt;Actually, thinking about it is getting me pretty scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, switching subs. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know how sometimes you get stuck in traffic for like the &lt;em&gt;longest&lt;/em&gt; time? Sis and I have found a way to &lt;em&gt;eliminate&lt;/em&gt; that problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091140196840605682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqddCPZlh_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/4pe0J3PstgI/s320/25072007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YAY!! Cam-whoring!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We took 25. LoL. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt;. And this was over a period of 20 minutes from home to tuition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091146540507301922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqdizfZliCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-QMN-RFlnrY/s320/250px-Miniprotoandsketch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An old Mini-Cooper design. It looks pretty much the same now except for the shiny exterior and probably some more add-ons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqdjWfZliDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/A9sHKUlQftk/s1600-h/p0027658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091147141802723378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqdjWfZliDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/A9sHKUlQftk/s320/p0027658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sexaayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rqdj3fZliEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qmir321jteQ/s1600-h/56598396_6d5a514ae4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091147708738406466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rqdj3fZliEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qmir321jteQ/s320/56598396_6d5a514ae4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rqdj3fZliEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qmir321jteQ/s1600-h/56598396_6d5a514ae4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rqdj3fZliEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qmir321jteQ/s1600-h/56598396_6d5a514ae4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rqdj3fZliEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qmir321jteQ/s1600-h/56598396_6d5a514ae4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rqdj3fZliEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qmir321jteQ/s1600-h/56598396_6d5a514ae4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my babehhhh..&lt;br /&gt;(couldn't get a full picture but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FYI, it's a VW Bug. XD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/Rqdj3fZliEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qmir321jteQ/s1600-h/56598396_6d5a514ae4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I've posted these random pictures up. Maybe the fact that everyone is driving to tuition and that I would have to wait til December to drive is getting to my head. I'm not a huge fan of driving but I suppose its the process of growing up and the anxiety that it inhibits inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Getting restless. Putting off my AddMaths project to blog. &lt;em&gt;Damn, am I committed to my studies or what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-4892742336827088730?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4892742336827088730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=4892742336827088730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4892742336827088730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/4892742336827088730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/07/exam-mural.html' title='Exam Mural.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqddCPZlh_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/4pe0J3PstgI/s72-c/25072007(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-1294639535683754616</id><published>2007-07-24T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:01:03.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off-Colour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqXQjPZlh-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/B79aChzuS60/s1600-h/AozoranoNAMIDASingleBig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090704257660061666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqXQjPZlh-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/B79aChzuS60/s400/AozoranoNAMIDASingleBig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aozora no Namida - Hitomi Takahashi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which means The Tears of the Blue Sky once translated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqXQffZlh9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/UDx-ja_YcTs/s1600-h/aozora+no+namida.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090704193235552210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqXQffZlh9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/UDx-ja_YcTs/s400/aozora+no+namida.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are part of the lyrics. Crazy about this song.&lt;em&gt; Bloody good&lt;/em&gt;. For those who watch &lt;strong&gt;Blood+&lt;/strong&gt;, you know what I mean. Never really watched the anime. Looks good. Should try soon. Maybe after SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have gone a while &lt;em&gt;(or at least what seemed like a long time)&lt;/em&gt; without coming online. And its not in that whole &lt;em&gt;ugghhh!-i-dread-this-when-will-it-be-over??&lt;/em&gt; way either. Pretty pleased actually. I like self-control when it is excuted nicely and successfully &lt;em&gt;(which seldom happens)&lt;/em&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqXQSPZlh8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/eYq5GKTFKp8/s1600-h/aozora+no+namida.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the second last day of what seems like a pretty short and fast-going exam. Am pleased to say I did not fall asleep once this time, excluding the one time I almost dozed off during the AddMaths paper. &lt;em&gt;(like hello?! who dozes off during an AddMaths paper?? Answer: &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;.) &lt;/em&gt;FYI, if you're wondering why I seem so pleased at the very &lt;em&gt;austere&lt;/em&gt; fact that I did not fall asleep this exam, it's because I, literally, fell asleep over every one of the papers during Term1. And of course, my results had to pay the price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This exam has been pretty interesting actually. With full consciousness, thoughts seem to run more freely through your mind. Here's what I came up with &lt;em&gt;(yes, during exam lol)&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What Not To Do During Exams&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Do not sleep. Can think clearer and better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Do not try to figure out what song Cikgu Sabri and his little primary school minions are playing on the recorder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Do not plot evil revenges against Cikgu Sabri and his primary school minions are making on their recorders after you get frustrated in guessing and just find it all to be &lt;em&gt;noise&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Do not plan what you are going to write on your blog. Takes up time and thinking space. &lt;em&gt;(Really..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Do not reminisce on your primary school days and how Cikgu Sabri used to threaten us with abuse if we did not &lt;em&gt;shut up&lt;/em&gt; or if we hit a wrong key on the recorder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Do not count how many sumo wrestlers/afternoon session-ers does it take for them to realize that stepping on the metallic drain cover &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; make a lot of freaking noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Do not plot evil revenges against these people either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Okay, no plotting of evil revenges. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I don't think it's safe to sing either. Might annoy other exam participants and cause distraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Finally, &lt;u&gt;DO NOT&lt;/u&gt; stare into blank space for over &lt;em&gt;2 minutes&lt;/em&gt;. You might end up trying to figure out what movie it was you saw that had a certain actor in it. -.-''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. This explains my near-to-crummy results term after term. Haha. But seriously, those kids &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; annoying. &lt;strong&gt;Really&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not kidding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-1294639535683754616?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1294639535683754616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=1294639535683754616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1294639535683754616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/1294639535683754616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/07/off-colour.html' title='Off-Colour.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RqXQjPZlh-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/B79aChzuS60/s72-c/AozoranoNAMIDASingleBig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-8862485567549637251</id><published>2007-07-22T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:15:28.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its.not.that.</title><content type='html'>I'm pushing myself to the limit with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sejarah&lt;/span&gt;.It's hard when you have the limit of your ordinary household rubberband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not trying to &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;understand&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk.Someone who won't&lt;em&gt; laugh&lt;/em&gt; at me.who won't think i'm a total &lt;strong&gt;loon&lt;/strong&gt; or a &lt;u&gt;saddo&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Figured out the problem.Not &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sejarah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So worn out.i refuse to speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-8862485567549637251?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8862485567549637251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=8862485567549637251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8862485567549637251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8862485567549637251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/07/itsnotthat.html' title='its.not.that.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-7478181636985702696</id><published>2007-07-21T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T03:32:29.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it, dude!</title><content type='html'>There is this Blogger named Idham who has pledged to donate RM 127.00 to the &lt;a href="http://www.darulizzah.enetmyne.com/"&gt;Darul Izzah Orphanage in Bangi&lt;/a&gt; for every tag completed before 26 August 2007. It's so simple, all you need to do is to complete any 17 sentences from the 27 listed below (that's the tag) and drop Idham a comment over at the &lt;a href="http://bakpo.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html"&gt;tag's original page here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tag is completing a minimum 17 of the 27 phrases provided. &lt;em&gt;(As if.. I'm doing &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt;, babeh!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;A person is only as good as&lt;/strong&gt; his/her heart is.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Friendship is always&lt;/strong&gt; there when you're in need of it.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;To love is&lt;/strong&gt; to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Money makes me&lt;/strong&gt; so ecstatic, I pee. -.-&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;I miss the time when&lt;/strong&gt; life was all about fun and games.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;My way of saying I care&lt;/strong&gt; is to always be concerned about everything that goes on with you.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;I try to spread love and happiness by&lt;/strong&gt; being funny. &lt;em&gt;(I never said it works.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Pick the flowers when&lt;/strong&gt; my hands find no rest.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;To love someone is to&lt;/strong&gt; love him while he's loving her.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Beauty is&lt;/strong&gt; skin deep.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;When I was thirteen, what I remember the most was&lt;/strong&gt; looking horribly gawky.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;When I was twenty one, I remember I miss&lt;/strong&gt; my years of being 18, 19 and 20 cos I'm &lt;em&gt;freakin' 16&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;I am most happy when&lt;/strong&gt; I have God in my life.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Nothing makes me happier than&lt;/strong&gt; to know Him.&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;If I can change one thing, I would&lt;/strong&gt; change myself before I decide to change the world.&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;If smiles&lt;/strong&gt; weren't so taxing, I'd smile alot more.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we could&lt;/strong&gt; wake up.. lalalala..blahblah. &lt;em&gt;*however the song goes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;If you want to be&lt;/strong&gt; a SOMEONE, &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt; let your heart be the one that stands out and outshines the rest.&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Money is not everything&lt;/strong&gt; -end of sentence- &lt;em&gt;(nothing more needs be said.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;The most touching moment I have experienced is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;irrecallable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;I smile when&lt;/strong&gt; I'm happy la, dope.&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;When I am happy, I just&lt;/strong&gt; smile non-stop like a patient out of the psych ward. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;If only I don't have to&lt;/strong&gt; study Sejarah, &lt;strong&gt;then I don’t have to be&lt;/strong&gt; so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;The best thing I did yesterday was&lt;/strong&gt; not leave any blanks on my Chem paper. XD&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;If I ever write a book, I will give it this title&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;'Drink Coke and grow a penis.' (Oh boohoo. Bet you'd flip through the pages of a book like that if you ever saw one.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;One thing I must do before I die is&lt;/strong&gt; be at peace with everyone I care about.&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;Doing this meme, I feel&lt;/strong&gt; spontaneous and exhilirated slightly. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobodddyyy!!&lt;/em&gt; Yay! End chain!&lt;br /&gt;No la. Whoever wants la. I mean, dude, it's for a good cause, right? Plus, it's fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-7478181636985702696?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7478181636985702696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=7478181636985702696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7478181636985702696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/7478181636985702696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-it-dude.html' title='Do it, dude!'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-734997674053307255</id><published>2007-07-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:22:33.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up down, up down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm home!! With much to report. ;p It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good and Bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Literally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright. So, Chris and I arrived at Santubong hotel at around 4. Yes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Santubong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; not Damai. Guess why. Idiotic system. We weren't allowed to drive up to Damai for fear that we were not really residents there and may take up residents' space. Pfft. They had police block the way up. Only cars with the special pass car sticker were allowed to pass. &lt;em&gt;Sheesh&lt;/em&gt;. After what seemed like a long time Chris and I took a shuttle up to SCV where we met up with Deborah who brought us to our room. Grace and Esme had already been in SCV. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Felt like an absolutely idiot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really; not knowing this from that or where from what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After leaving our stuff in the room, we headed back for SCV. This was at around 4.30pm so the strings workshop was already over when we got there. To be perfectly honest, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;felt really weird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being around everyone. I was beggining to regret it a little and was slightly relieved that I was only staying one night. But I figured that things would gradually lighten up after a day or so. Unfortunately, I wasn't going to be around that long. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkGYfDMO3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/MBQn-ritrE4/s1600-h/13072007(008).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087104271813196658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkGYfDMO3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/MBQn-ritrE4/s320/13072007(008).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, we met up at the hall and headed over to catch the Percussion Unit Workshop and a glimpse at &lt;em&gt;hottie hot hottie&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;Justin Lim a.k.a. Funky China Man&lt;/u&gt;. LoL. &lt;em&gt;(Noo, I did not give him that name. It's his nickname. -.-). &lt;/em&gt;He plays the Chinese drums. XD (Yes, those are dreadlocks. Not big enough a turn off to &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;turn me off&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The workshop was, in one word, &lt;em&gt;superb&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkGLfDMO2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/07rk5CQVIiI/s1600-h/13072007(008).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made things feel a little lighter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I suppose. They taught us this really cute dance. Unfortunately, they only come on on Sunday so none of us will get a chance to watch them &lt;em&gt;do their thang&lt;/em&gt; on stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we headed back to our room. Some of the others decided they wanted to go to the beach so we did. After a round of tag for the others, while Grace and I kicked the waves, took in the smell of salt water in the evening and talked about RWMF, Deb decided we should all go to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087103382754966354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkFkvDMO1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/6gQbnXg4x6g/s200/13072007(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beach ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087104701309926274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkGxfDMO4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/zNPf-r_Iy7w/s200/13072007(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wawa and Grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087105302605347730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkHUfDMO5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Nc--FZvoOso/s200/13072007(014).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk up flight after flight after flight up the &lt;em&gt;ultra&lt;/em&gt; steep &lt;u&gt;steps of hell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to get to the pool. It was a near death experience. Chris and I exchanged cheesy, &lt;em&gt;'I give up, go on without me'&lt;/em&gt; lines. Someone even shouted &lt;em&gt;'Malaysia Boleh!'&lt;/em&gt; on the way. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling a tiny bit strange, like somehow the Jessica inside of me who loves cracking the most idiotic jokes couldn't even crack one. It all seemed too unfunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we arrived at the pool, however, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;things started to get better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Deb tried to drag me into the pool and after several attempts succeeded. And a breakthrough was made. &lt;em&gt;I CAN CARRY DEB!&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkL-fDMO7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/FQgvNo9ZxvA/s1600-h/13072007(020).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087110422206364594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkL-fDMO7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/FQgvNo9ZxvA/s200/13072007(020).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkMbvDMO8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/VxBVis1EoSs/s1600-h/13072007(023).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087110924717538242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkMbvDMO8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/VxBVis1EoSs/s200/13072007(023).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkM-fDMO9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/jn7KlScGCxU/s1600-h/13072007(026).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087111521717992402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkM-fDMO9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/jn7KlScGCxU/s200/13072007(026).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkNK_DMO-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/XH_6_N6yJ4E/s1600-h/13072007(027).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087111736466357218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkNK_DMO-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/XH_6_N6yJ4E/s200/13072007(027).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkNV_DMO_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Zco8F6aoAyw/s1600-h/13072007(029).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087111925444918258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkNV_DMO_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Zco8F6aoAyw/s200/13072007(029).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkNsfDMPBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/uUamTx8gAPg/s1600-h/13072007(033).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087112311991974930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkNsfDMPBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/uUamTx8gAPg/s200/13072007(033).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6, we headed back to our room. We took turns to bathe. Alot of dibs calling was done on this trip. For the shower esp. After everyone had showered and we were waiting in the room for Michelle to arrive, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;got kind of awkward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again. That's because that was around the time more people began to arrive &lt;em&gt;(friends of ween and wawa)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, we cam-whored to &lt;em&gt;'drown out the sorrow'&lt;/em&gt;, quote Deb 'cos she was beggining to get impatient from all the waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkQDfDMPCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Rk_QSf2kW30/s1600-h/13072007(039).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087114906152221730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkQDfDMPCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Rk_QSf2kW30/s200/13072007(039).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkQS_DMPDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/sGQnWlo1DwM/s1600-h/13072007(042).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087115172440194098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkQS_DMPDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/sGQnWlo1DwM/s200/13072007(042).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkQnfDMPEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HQ7qrkQ64S8/s1600-h/13072007(045).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087115524627512386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkQnfDMPEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HQ7qrkQ64S8/s200/13072007(045).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Deb even started teaching me their 'OMG lang'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mfeo&lt;/strong&gt; - made for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ibtd&lt;/strong&gt; - i beg to differ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Michelle arrived with McD &lt;em&gt;(a burger and a pack of fries)&lt;/em&gt;. Chris, Grace, Deb, Esme and I 'gathered' around her bag, snatched the McD paper bag out and passed around the &lt;em&gt;sisterhood of the fillet burger&lt;/em&gt; around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after everyone was ready, we headed over to SCV; which was at about 7.30 or so. We walked around the place and bought our dinner. &lt;em&gt;(There was even a Coffee Bean and Wine House stall! Like, wth?!)&lt;/em&gt;. After that we headed into the huge crowd and joined the show. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It all started feeling weird again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Felt a little outta place, boring and planned out next to these bunch of spontaneous, regular party-goers &lt;em&gt;(referring to the lot I went there with btw)&lt;/em&gt;. No spontaneity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to one of the less interesting acts, we left to get drinks which was at about 9 plus. We had only just begun and already our feet were aching like crazy. So, we sat around of a dayak-ish hall-like structure as we chugged down on water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, we cam-whored. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(they seemed to have found a new fascination with my phone camera; because you can see yourself in it. -.-'')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkUlfDMPFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IR3licVDtto/s1600-h/13072007(051).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087119888314285138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkUlfDMPFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IR3licVDtto/s200/13072007(051).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkV7PDMPGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AURdjz3qr4U/s1600-h/13072007(052).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087121361488067682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkV7PDMPGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AURdjz3qr4U/s200/13072007(052).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkWJvDMPHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qVHvmuLoDQo/s1600-h/13072007(053).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087121610596170866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkWJvDMPHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qVHvmuLoDQo/s200/13072007(053).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkWfPDMPII/AAAAAAAAAH0/dIQOMWCDYQQ/s1600-h/13072007(057).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087121979963358338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkWfPDMPII/AAAAAAAAAH0/dIQOMWCDYQQ/s200/13072007(057).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkWsfDMPJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/F9st2PRQvqk/s1600-h/13072007(058).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087122207596625042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkWsfDMPJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/F9st2PRQvqk/s200/13072007(058).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkXYPDMPKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LXikycdtDcQ/s1600-h/13072007(059).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087122959215901858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkXYPDMPKI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LXikycdtDcQ/s200/13072007(059).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Felt alot looser and really fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after that. We headed back into the crowd to catch &lt;em&gt;Mas Y Mas&lt;/em&gt;. Brilliant. That was when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it started getting interesting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We danced so hard. Ugh. It was insane. Our feet were on the brink of breaking. Seriously. But we couldn't stop. I mean, &lt;em&gt;helllooo&lt;/em&gt;, in the middle of a music festival here. It'd just seem weird to stand there while everyone was breaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tip #1 When feet are aching beyond all reason and you're stuck in the middle of a music festival, surrounded in a mosh pit of dancing monkeys, &lt;em&gt;move hips from left to right alternately&lt;/em&gt;. Helps regulate circulation in legs. LoL. And less tiring. &lt;em&gt;(Also applies to those who can't dance i.e. yours truly)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 hours of non-stop dancing &lt;em&gt;(OMG!!)&lt;/em&gt;, we headed back to the hall-like structure to get more water. We each got a bottle of Mulu, the ciplak Evian &lt;em&gt;(twice as good and half the price ;p yeah, okay not really) &lt;/em&gt;and sat around to rest our feet before our long walk back to Damai from SCV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tip #2 When resting feet after a tiring work out, it helps to stretch your legs out on an even surface. Feels more rested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up stopping outside Holiday Inn, which is nearer to SCV than Damai but felt far enough thank you very much, and waited with the two guards on duty at the gate at like 2 plus am. We sat on a rock which was outside the gate. XD&lt;br /&gt;One of the guards even &lt;em&gt;disgustingly&lt;/em&gt; flirted with Michelle. LoL. Amusing, really. Hair-raising, definitely. After a while, the shuttle arrived in the form of a 4-wheel drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived back in our room &lt;em&gt;(thank God!)&lt;/em&gt;. It was around 3. We once again waited for our respective turns to shower. Next thing I knew, I dozed off on the duvan that Grace and I had shared and woke up at 5am to realise that I had fallen asleep without bathing. LoL. So I got up and slipped into something more comfortable and plopped back into bed. Yeah, I'm a dirty girl. Blahblahblah. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Esme tried to shake me awake. Apparently I had been the last to wake up and Deb said that I was &lt;em&gt;'like dead like that'&lt;/em&gt;. Esme even attempted a very sad &lt;em&gt;'Fire!! Fire!!'&lt;/em&gt; to get me to wake up. -.-'' That line's been used one too many times on me. LoL. They told me it was already 12 so I'd get up. They lied. It was only 9.30. -.- &lt;em&gt;!#$%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after getting up, we once again headed for the beach then walked back up the &lt;em&gt;hell stairs&lt;/em&gt; to get to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the sidelines as Deb, Esme, Chris and Grace traded around in the pool. Had a deep, engaging conversation about diets and BMIs/ideal weights. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 11, we headed back to the room. Kim and Melina arrived while Deb left to meet up with her family for her Dad's birthday lunch. Michelle and I were the only two heading back to Kuching early, after taking a bath we walked down to SCV, where we took a shuttle down to Santubong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents picked me up at around 1, after which I slept the whole way down with the exception of the lunch-stop we made at some seafood place. Reached home and slept some more til 5.45pm. LoL. Remembered there was church. We rushed down to St. Joe and made it just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, it was a great experience. I mean, not one I'd go rushing back into but hey, if my friends ask me to why not, right?&lt;br /&gt;Even church seemed more magical today. Felt absolutely connected with God. It was awesome. =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I may go back next year. It's just, thinking about all that dancing is really scaring me. LoL. Probably 'cos I wouldn't consider what I did, dancing. I'd prefer to call it &lt;em&gt;ang kau tiok belacan &lt;/em&gt;(monkey kena belacan). LoL. No, I didn't make it up. Old Chinese proverb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone notices a pattern in the bold italic words and the title. ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-734997674053307255?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/734997674053307255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=734997674053307255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/734997674053307255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/734997674053307255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-home-with-much-to-report.html' title='Up down, up down.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KLoulgz2zpg/RpkGYfDMO3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/MBQn-ritrE4/s72-c/13072007(008).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-5030176005963679821</id><published>2007-07-12T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:09:55.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeheehee.</title><content type='html'>It is officially 14 hours to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnfffffooooorrrrrreeeeesssttttt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have only one thing left to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE YOU, SUCKERSSS!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okaaayy. That's not &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I have to say. Truth, I'm kinda nervous. Kinda worried that I'd feel left out. Should be fine. I'd be way too excited to care about anything else really. LoL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can trust me to come back with plenty to report. Good &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-5030176005963679821?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5030176005963679821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=5030176005963679821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5030176005963679821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/5030176005963679821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/07/teehee.html' title='Teeheehee.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-2365449895904724054</id><published>2007-07-06T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:20:47.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's happy time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist/Song name- Avril Lavigne- When you're gone lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the album- "The best damn thing" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cried&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie&lt;br /&gt;Is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always&lt;br /&gt;get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I felt mad at first. I didn't seem to be getting any responses. Even one so daft would get the hint after being slammed in the face over and over again. &lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt; fortunately, He has once again shown me that patience and thinking straight has its perks and that that's always the way to go. So, &lt;em&gt;thank You&lt;/em&gt;. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the emotional outbursts did not end because all throughout this week I found myself experiencing all sorts of &lt;em&gt;craaaazzzzyyy&lt;/em&gt; emotions. I began to feel the want to have some sort of a closer lineage bond with my second cousin, Isabel &lt;em&gt;(out of the freakin' blue)&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I-am-strange&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then somewhere along the week I turned into a &lt;strong&gt;'raging ball of rage'&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;quote Ju&lt;/em&gt;. And I mean I was &lt;em&gt;reeeaaalllyyy&lt;/em&gt; pissed. But thank God I was at home at the time or.. &lt;em&gt;ugh&lt;/em&gt;, let's just say nothing good would come of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been passing auto books around all month. I suppose the year's coming to an end. I don't feel like doing the same. But at the same time I want to have something to look back on and reminisce with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of not eating meat on Fridays, which I suppose would not bring much difference or meaning to me, I have decided to stop cussin' on Fridays instead. LoL. Yeah, I'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad. Hopefully, if this goes on well, I can stop totally. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas of what to put up on my blog kept popping up all week but now I can't seem to remember any of them anymore. LoL. So yeah, I'll just end it here. Want to resume watching &lt;em&gt;Darker than Black&lt;/em&gt;. I don't know. I'm supposed to be filling in &lt;strong&gt;Gertrude's auto&lt;/strong&gt; but the weekends are the only time I get to 'anime'. =(( Grrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting all pumped up about Transformers again. Thanks alot, Matty.&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; good. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. Forgive the title. Watch the movie. You'll understand. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-2365449895904724054?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2365449895904724054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=2365449895904724054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2365449895904724054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/2365449895904724054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/07/sams-happy-time.html' title='Sam&apos;s happy time.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-6715954810842211546</id><published>2007-07-01T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:16:53.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harharhar. SCREW THAT!</title><content type='html'>Been so emotional. Probably the PMS kicking in. I sat in the car today, my mind simply drifting off at the fact that Miss Cindy has already left. I mean, it's not too odd or anything for a normal person to miss their teacher I suppose but it is odd for me. I don't miss teachers. She's probably the only teacher I've ever &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at church I met a friend. He looked kind of pissed or annoyed. Can't tell. Well, maybe he's just tired. Don't know. Spent about a day or so missing him, a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, someone whom I really care about pissed me off. Urgh. Worst part is I have to surpress it because, well, I really have no right to be angry. It is absolutely &lt;em&gt;suffocating&lt;/em&gt;. I'm just gonna stay as far away as possible from him for a while. Maybe it's for the best. Deb has offered to restrain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish that something so bad would happen to me, just so I could blame it on you and you'd have to bare the weight of the guilt on your shoulders. Because you didn't love me enough. But no, it's not worth it. I'm worth &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; more than that, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Transformers' was nice though. I &lt;3 BumbleBee, the coolest Porsche Camaro/Autobot ever! This show is definitely worth 5-stars. A must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally random but I recently received this email to be a part of this Nuffnang advertising thing, as in post up ads on your blog. So, I would just like to say, I would never stoop to being an advertising blog! &lt;em&gt;EVER!&lt;/em&gt; And I'm not trying to insult all those blogs that do. Kudos to you all, dudes. It's just, it's not something that I personally would do. It's just a personal interest thing, right? So, once again I emphasize, am not trying to diss anyone here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm off to watch Darker than Black. &lt;em&gt;Hopefully&lt;/em&gt;, there's enough time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. Talking to Deb has made me realise how horrifyingly creative I am. &lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; in a good way either. When she told me Johnny Depp was married to a French singer, the first thought that actually popped into mind was this scene whereby they meet at some quiet night club/bistro on the quiet streets of Italy and it just so happened that on that fateful night that she was singing he happened to be in France and decided to pop in and managed to catch a glimpse of her show and fell madly in love with her. &lt;em&gt;(Though I don't think she's &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; kinda singer.) &lt;/em&gt;I told Deb that maybe I should consider writing fake backgrounds for illegal immigrants that enter the country to fit their fake IDs. Hmm.. It's always an option, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-6715954810842211546?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6715954810842211546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=6715954810842211546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6715954810842211546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/6715954810842211546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/06/harharhar-screw-that.html' title='Harharhar. SCREW THAT!'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-776039684193781749</id><published>2007-06-30T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:01:51.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ughhhh.</title><content type='html'>Attempted at making a blog header. Gave up. Don't bother. Looks fine now. I don't think anyone really comes here anyway. LoL. Maybe when I have more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM is approximately 15 weeks away. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt;. Finally managed to sink myself into Physics. Pleased. Hopefully, I will be able to finish the whole syllabus on time. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainforest is coming up. &lt;strong&gt;13th July&lt;/strong&gt;. I-can't-wait. Even &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; progressive comes like a week after. Who cares. I need a break. But it's not like I've been studying that hard. &lt;em&gt;Sheesh. &lt;/em&gt;It'll be my first time though. 3 hard years of watching my friends go while I stay in Kuching. Ah, sweet justice is served. I love my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished the whole &lt;strong&gt;Honey and Clover&lt;/strong&gt; series. I am very pleased. *grins* Unfortunately, I miss it now. LoL. Hopefully the next anime on my list can make up for it? Currently, am attempting at 'Darker Than Black' because &lt;em&gt;tv-links&lt;/em&gt; won't let me finish FMP. Grrr. And it was good too. &lt;strong&gt;Hrmphh&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird. Everyone seems to be restricting themselves of something in the midst of SPM preparation and here I am, as &lt;em&gt;loosey-goosey&lt;/em&gt; as ever. Still blogging, still chatting, still text messaging, still anime-ing. Sigh. But it's not like any of these get in the way of my study time. Even &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; I were to eliminate these things, it wouldn't make too much of a difference. &lt;strong&gt;Ugh&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when feeling confused, fill in surveys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions : Go to YOUR FRIENDSTER'S PROFILE and list the last 10 people who have given you testimonials. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If someone has given you a testimonial twice, skip to the next new person; don't repeat the same name!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;2. Adeline&lt;br /&gt;3. Chris&lt;br /&gt;4. Mindy&lt;br /&gt;5. Darius&lt;br /&gt;6. Jesse&lt;br /&gt;7. Angel&lt;br /&gt;8. Jasper&lt;br /&gt;9. Anne&lt;br /&gt;10. Carmella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever gotten in troublewith 8?&lt;br /&gt;A: Uhh.. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How often do you talk to 4?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not often enough. &lt;em&gt;I miss you!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is number 1 pretty?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, she is. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever kissed 3?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, I'm not "L", quote Cindy. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is 3 in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;A: Uhh.. don't know. Don't think so. Maybe with her drumset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What would you get 6 for his/herbirthday?&lt;br /&gt;A: Whatever he wants. XD &lt;em&gt;(that I can afford ;p)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever been to 2's house?&lt;br /&gt;A: Umm.. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you live close to 10 ?&lt;br /&gt;A: Actually, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever slept with 6?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yikes. I know we're called "theINCESTS" but jeez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How did you meet 7?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm.. I think I met her 'cos we live in the same house and we're blood related. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's one fact about 1?&lt;br /&gt;A: She's into basketball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you know 4's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;A: Somewhere in January la.&lt;em&gt; (Sorry, darling. I love you much much, kay? LoL.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you like about 10?&lt;br /&gt;A: She's odd. That's what I like. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the next thing you'll do with 9?&lt;br /&gt;A: Umm.. Pass each other by in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is 4 someone you can trust?&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely &lt;u&gt;definitely&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think 5 could kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: Gosh, Darius? No la. &lt;em&gt;(Please be no ;p jkjk.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is 8 afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;A: Uhh.. I... don't know la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When is the last time you talked to number 5?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm… Sometime this week if I’m not wrong. She pinched me in Uni I think, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would 7 and 4 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;A: They make a &lt;em&gt;purrrrfect&lt;/em&gt; couple actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is 5 single?&lt;br /&gt;A: Umm.. I don't know. We're not close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last thing you did with 2?&lt;br /&gt;A: I bought a Moral book from her today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is 4 in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, with Natalie Portman/Eva Green. Darn you, you player. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think 1 has a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, Adeline LOVESSS me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you know 9's favorite music?&lt;br /&gt;A: Rock, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This survey. Not as fun. Nobody I'm close to but my 3 darlings, Angel, Jesse and Mindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one leaves me comments on my Fs anymore. Dude!! Get writing! Sigh.. People nowadays. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-776039684193781749?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/776039684193781749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=776039684193781749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/776039684193781749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/776039684193781749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/06/wth-wth-wth.html' title='Ughhhh.'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655690979463824775.post-8646134875326455866</id><published>2007-06-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:18:19.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Baby Ally Whatever"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LMAO&lt;/strong&gt;. Juju linked it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s. i went ahead and watched it a second time, juju. &lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655690979463824775-8646134875326455866?l=ashbananasley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8646134875326455866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655690979463824775&amp;postID=8646134875326455866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8646134875326455866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655690979463824775/posts/default/8646134875326455866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashbananasley.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='&quot;Baby Ally Whatever&quot;'/><author><name>jessica ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00823732173996351429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
