<?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-7780078420176126564</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:49:44.567+08:00</updated><category term='Memories'/><category term='General'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Outing'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Live, Love, Hurt, Play and Eat...</title><subtitle type='html'>ash90me.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-1096528826359809616</id><published>2009-04-06T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:41:11.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><title type='text'>Busy days...</title><content type='html'>Past few days were kinda rough... Its been all work work work... Well, I had a project for the science and maths week, a trip to Parliament, then an inventors' competition, then this week is 5R week. Argh!!! But thats life rite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I cant complain, I asked for it. Well, anyway congrads to the school choir!!! They made first place!!! Damn happy for you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway the most recent outing I had was a trip to the Parliament. I was actually fun. Well, when I reached school that Thursday, I first went to set-up my Persentation for the maths and science exhibition, it was great the day before! almost everyone who saw it voted for it! Not to be bragging but I honestly think that my teams' project was the best. We did something on sound waves. And so anyway, after setting it up and making sure it worked, I made my way to the bus. There I sat with Yeh Vin(really really tall guy) lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had reached the parliament, I got a call, it was Jonathan(my teammate for the persentation) and he said that the rig was not working. And after trying to troubleshoot from my phone, we just couldnt fix it. And so I decided to just let it be. Because of that we missed out on many votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the Parliament was a total bore!!! I was sitting beside Kenneth and falling asleep. The only nice thing about the trip was the lunch. Because the Planetorium was so f**king lame! I'm tell you, DONT GO THERE!!! its a waste of time and money! But I loved the company. Although I had to avoid same Intarigation... But I survived rite? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just wrote this to keep my blog alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-1096528826359809616?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/1096528826359809616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=1096528826359809616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/1096528826359809616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/1096528826359809616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-days.html' title='Busy days...'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-6596024909651651345</id><published>2009-03-18T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:52:11.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok guys n gurls, Im just way toooooo lazy to blog about what happend at camp. But Walter has a detailed account of what happend... so just click on the &lt;a href="http://waltzatthetwilight.blogspot.com/2009/03/cadets-ahoy.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes everything there is TRUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya tmr im 19! N im like wtf?!... I totally forgot n omg im so old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-6596024909651651345?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/6596024909651651345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=6596024909651651345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/6596024909651651345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/6596024909651651345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2009/03/camp.html' title='Camp!!!'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-7742726218941321900</id><published>2009-03-07T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:11:33.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>These few days I have no idea why, but I seem to get annoyed easily. Some people are just so damn annoying. They say things just to annoy others. Whats wrong with these people? Well, I will never know. They say stupid and childish things. And they actually think that they are cool because of that. And what I really dont understand is how these peoples "friends" stand them. Sometimes I just feel like slapping them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they try to make jokes (that are not funny) and they start laughing to themselves. This is typical of annoying people. I just cant stand them. I dont know if they know that they are annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that gets me is how fake some people are. They just act the whole time. Trying to be cool. I dont know what they want to prove. Some of them act so that they can fit into a group of friends. I think thats very stupid. Because why do you want to be in a group that doesnt like who you really are. Others are a worse type, they pretend to like you, pretend to be nice. But when you have your back turned, they stab you in the back. I have never liked these people. They are the most fake people. No matter how much you have helped them and spent time for them, they will still backstab you in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I prefer spending time with my dog than these people. A dog will never backstab you, never lie to you, they own up to their mistakes, they will never do things just to hurt your feelings and your dog will always love you. Some people say that having dog is alot of work but its totally worth it. And it isnt that much work. A dog will always be loyal to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you people who are reading this understand how I feel. Please stop faking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-7742726218941321900?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/7742726218941321900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=7742726218941321900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/7742726218941321900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/7742726218941321900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2009/03/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-6925848298884261941</id><published>2009-02-26T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:06:27.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>I can't say...</title><content type='html'>For some reason I can't say what I did yesterday. But Omg it was worth it. I needed yesterday. I was feeling like i was stuck in a cycle that never ends. That's why I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that fun, its like a hangover. Now everything I did starts to kick in. I start to feel lost again. Empty again. And so the cycle starts again. I admit that I totally Flunked my Febuary test. And now its time to start again. Study again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise. The same promise to two people. Two that care alot for me and I care alot for. But I tell you now. I'm not sure if I can keep it. Sometimes you have to do whats wrong to move on. Thanks for caring. But I will try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-6925848298884261941?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/6925848298884261941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=6925848298884261941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/6925848298884261941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/6925848298884261941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-say.html' title='I can&apos;t say...'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-8114543467720378454</id><published>2009-02-23T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:56:50.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Shame on the Human race...</title><content type='html'>There are many types of people on this earth. Good, kind, nice, twisted, sick and even just evil!!! Well as everyone should know by now I'm a huge animal lover. I have a special place in my heart for dogs. I love them. Cant get enough of them. I think its because all my life my family always had a dog in the household. Anyway back to my point about people. Well, today I was cycling around my neighborhood, coming around a corner, I noticed a man taking a dog out for a walk. As I was passing him by, I actually saw him KICK the poor dog and shout "Faster!!!". In my mind I honestly wanted to get off my bike and kick that man myself. But then I knew, that no matter what that guy did to that dog, the dog will always love his owner. So there way no point of me doing so. I just hope that that man learns to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also people who are dangerous. Very very dangerous. And you must NEVER trust anyone you meet on the Internet or anywhere. Be as cold as possible and never give out information but always try to get as much info from the person as you can. Well today, I turned on my Windows Live Messenger. Opening it, a pop-up came on. It said: s******_**_joh@hotmail.com has added me. I was like OK... Maybe i know this person. So I left it. Then after awhile I got an IM. The following is the conversation between me and a very strange person.(His profile picture was some jawi writing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;Hi ASH&lt;br /&gt;Hw r u ?&lt;br /&gt;ASL plz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsH says:&lt;br /&gt;may i know who this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;i m Ali &lt;br /&gt;and ur name plz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsH says:&lt;br /&gt;how did u get this address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;any forward mail or somewhere else &lt;br /&gt;i dont remember yet accurately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsH says:&lt;br /&gt;well do u know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;noooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsH says:&lt;br /&gt;then what do u want from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;wht can u give me ?&lt;br /&gt;plz dont bother, i m human being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsH says:&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;br /&gt;y find me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;no still not , still chatting then will see if you .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsH says:&lt;br /&gt;wat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry , means not yet &lt;br /&gt;do u enjoy to hate the annonymous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsH says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes &lt;---(toying with this guy to see what he wants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;is it that time ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsH says:&lt;br /&gt;wat makes u think im enjoying this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;feeling , i just asked ur name and u started inquiry&lt;br /&gt;we hv very short our social circule in short life so we should always try to increase it ,&lt;br /&gt;it is possible tht this moment i m talking with but the next moment go ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsH says:&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;y are u chatting with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;--(i dont understand this part)&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsH says:&lt;br /&gt;im asking you WHY are you chatting with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;byesss, i can't aford and not able to do&lt;br /&gt;hv a nice life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsH says:&lt;br /&gt;wat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** says:&lt;br /&gt;very hard to talk with u so bye , nothing is soft ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what did he really want? we'll never know. But I think I tried my best to get info out of him. Next time i'll try harder. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-8114543467720378454?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/8114543467720378454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=8114543467720378454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/8114543467720378454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/8114543467720378454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2009/02/shame-on-human-race.html' title='Shame on the Human race...'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-8490753827767734081</id><published>2009-02-18T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:54:00.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KDU Engineering Explorer</title><content type='html'>Ouch! Damn legs hurt. What do you expect? I had to run up and down 4 floors around 10 times!!! Hahaha. Tired. But omg I really had fun. Was yelling at Ben the whole time. But I don't know how we managed to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well flash back to this morning, I awoke to the sound of my annoying alarm clock/phone. After a bath and breakfast I made my way to school. Pn.Goh to decided to drive although she didn't know the way, and I had to show her the way. Luckily I still remembered the way there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting there safely, we had to fill up the registration form because the fax that we sent didn't reach KDU. And because of that the name of our school was not mentioned during the introduction of the teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were 6 stages, the first was the mind sweeper - this game required us to solve some bent metals and take it apart. We managed to get through that part easily because I happened to have those metal thingies at home and knew how to play with them. The second was an Electronic Challenge - we had to build an electric circuit that made 3 lights blink in a row. Luckily we finished that fast and managed to be in 4th place by then. At the third stage we had to play a computer game in order to advance, computer game? hahaha easy. Oh so I thought. It was SUDOKU!!! Omg. I've never played it in my whole life. Luckily Ben knew how to do it. hahaha. By this time we were in 6th place. Then the 5th game was a dumb sound editor. This was the easiest of all. Maybe because the program they used was wavepad, and I even have this program on my pc. hahaha. And the last thing was the robotics. I think it was stupid because they were not using the normal NXT or RCX, they were using some bot they built themselves, it was hard to use! By the end of the competition, there were only 6 teams remaining. Me and Ben ran to the office and submitted the form. Hahaha we were 6th!!! Omg 6th out of 28. Its ok actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other Seafield team managed 3rd!!! I was like omg. hahaha. But anyway it was fun. The only thing I didn't like was having to look for the stupid rooms where the competitions were held. Actually that was what made us not get 1st or 2nd. We were lost most of the time. And it became more of a treasure hunt than a ENGINEERING competition. Well anyway, 6th is not bad only the top 6 were recognized. So we managed to get a hamper. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SZu9amJDrAI/AAAAAAAAACc/fl5I8Okouqw/s1600-h/DSCI0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SZu9amJDrAI/AAAAAAAAACc/fl5I8Okouqw/s320/DSCI0134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304041250771676162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks Ben. And sorry for yelling at you the whole time. It was all teamwork in the end. And congrads Jian Kai and Pi Xern!!! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-8490753827767734081?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/8490753827767734081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=8490753827767734081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/8490753827767734081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/8490753827767734081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2009/02/kdu-engineering-explorer.html' title='KDU Engineering Explorer'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SZu9amJDrAI/AAAAAAAAACc/fl5I8Okouqw/s72-c/DSCI0134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-30954193837329531</id><published>2009-02-17T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:18:56.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>MUET</title><content type='html'>Woke-up early today. I knew that my tests were starting today. Did I study? Nope... Well it was only MUET(English)so no need to study la. Well, after I had my bath I had my breakfast really slowly(because I was damn Blurrr) then I noticed the time it was already 7.20! OMG! So I picked-up my bag and ran towards the door. But as I stepped out of the house I noticed something. I wasn't wearing a shirt!!! hahahaha. Almost when to school shirtless again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that out of the way, actually the whole test was a blur today. We did the test in the hall. It was nice, because the whole hall was fully aircond. And all the form 6ers were in the same place. So it was fun. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is competition day!!! Hope we do good!!! Wish us luck. Coz we'll need it. Well even if we don't win, at least it would have been a nice experience. Hope to get there safely, Ben is driving, and i've never been in his car yet. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-30954193837329531?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/30954193837329531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=30954193837329531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/30954193837329531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/30954193837329531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2009/02/muet.html' title='MUET'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-4410446476452734543</id><published>2009-02-16T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:05:37.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>A totally different place...</title><content type='html'>Seriously... seriously... studding SUCKS!!! &lt;br /&gt;February test starts tomorrow. I still haven't studied. I think I'm dead this time for sure. So many things on my mind, but all have nothing to do with studies rite now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seremban was really fun. Walking around in the mall. "yam cha"ing. Looking at the stars while chatting. Staying up till 4 just talking non-sense. I miss it. Alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I came back yesterday I'm feeling kinda lost. Like I left something behind without finishing it. And now as I look back its as if I am living 2 lives. One in seremban and one here. I mean I LOVE Subang Jaya and all the people here. I LOVE having fun here. Hahahaha. But I miss the friendships I have there. Sure I have many friends, but only a hand full I can consider as best friends. Don't worry if you are one you would know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I'm going for some Engineering competition at KDU college this Wednesday. Haven't really practiced yet. But hope to win at least something. But its because of our team that the whole test schedule had to be rearranged... Sorry... But anyway, just too many things going on in my life rite now to think about the test. Anyway it's just a test rite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good luck to all in the coming test. Hope you get what you want. And if you don't, well its just a test, it doesn't mean anything. Just study hard the next time. And don't listen to Mr.Kang when he says things about having no future. Because in life there are many roads, not only this. harharhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-4410446476452734543?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/4410446476452734543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=4410446476452734543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/4410446476452734543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/4410446476452734543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2009/02/totally-different-place.html' title='A totally different place...'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-4742487275200044363</id><published>2009-02-15T15:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:30:18.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>Feeling lost. Like somethings' missing. As I walk along the sidewalks of KL I feel as if I'm just a spec in this huge world. And I think to myself: If I were to go none of these people walking around me would even notice. Life will go on without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the 19 years that I've been on this earth, I have met many people. Some as family, some friends, some as enemies, and some as just passers-by. And out of all these people, there are some that I will remember all my life. And some I just hope to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all this talk about life? Well, a couple of days back, on the 12th of February 2009, one of my ex-classmates got into a bad accident while he was crossing the street and he didn't make it. Although I didn't really know him, and used to pick on him, I feel that his death was a true loss. And as soon as I heard the news I decided to go down to Seremban, not just to pay my respects, but to catch-up with the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after doing all the things we need to do, me, my best friend, "C" and another old friend decided to meet-up again. We had a few drinks and decided to head back to my best friend's house. Many things were patched-up, all the childish arguments and misunderstandings were finally put to rest. I'll never forget that night, just laying there on the field, looking at the stars and chatting with my friends. That was the best Valentine's day I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel loved when I go there. Because these people actually take time to come see me. They also actually like spending time with me. I know you'll say that's what friends are for, but they are really caring. And I will always be thankful for that. These are the people you'll never forget. And will never be forgotten by. Although we have our fights, we'll always have each other's backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to my statement earlier, yes life will go on without me, but at least I'll be remembered. And when I do go, at least I can say that I know what it felt like to love and be loved. And most importantly, enjoy every moment of your life, even if you think it sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-4742487275200044363?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/4742487275200044363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=4742487275200044363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/4742487275200044363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/4742487275200044363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2009/02/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-7956089170140734967</id><published>2008-11-08T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:33:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally my Finals are Over!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow... I can finally rest my tiny head! lol. My finals are over! But... cant celebrate... I really feel like i should have studied. Instead of watching TV. But anyway, whats done is done rite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... &lt;br /&gt;Something funny happend today. I was giving my dawg(Milkshake) a bath outside, when i noticed my neighbour's car going across the road. It was totally normal. But I noticed something strange, there was no engine noise. When I look into the car, there was NOBODY in it! After about 2 seconds, i finally, FINALLY, figured out that he had parked his car without putting the handbreak! lol. I was laughing in my mind. but before i could go out the car rolled across the road and hit the car on the opposite side. Luckyly the car was moving slowly and didnt dent the other car. lol. Then I called my brother and told him what happend. He looked at the car and laughed. I went out to call my neighbour, but he wasnt in. So v pushed the car back to its original position and put a stone under the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: APPLY YOUR HANDBREAK WHEN YOU PARK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-7956089170140734967?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/7956089170140734967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=7956089170140734967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/7956089170140734967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/7956089170140734967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-my-finals-are-over.html' title='Finally my Finals are Over!!!'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-1568768211452740777</id><published>2008-10-26T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:29:14.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><title type='text'>Prom 08 - Seafield</title><content type='html'>Knowing it was gonna be a long day, i tried to sleep the night before. But instead of drifting off into a silent slumber i ended up laying awake on my bed with the thoughts of what the next day would bring. Its true that I had remembered all my the line in the sketch, but the thing that was on my mind was that if we could pull it off. It wasn't as if I've never done this before, but i was worried about the amount of practice we had. "Little" couldn't event describe it. I knew that the Director- D had really worked hard on the sketch, and to add to that we were the first event of the night. But trying to put all my thoughts behind me i just closed my eyes and started to think about other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, my alarm was ringing and i had to get out of bed and go to school. After a routine morning shower and breakfast, i made my way to school. Friday. Wow. It was the last day of the week and we also had 3days of holiday after that. Even though this was true, I was still sad. Why? Well, it was because it was the last day in school for two of my good friends, RY and CH. And although i always disturbed and commented on everything they did, i was still going to miss them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended in a flash, it was like it was just another Friday, but it wasn't. And as I sat in the car with CY, WS and WH, the thoughts of our sketch failing ran rampant in my tiny head. When we finally got there, we quickly started doing our jobs sure it was prom, But it wasn't ours. No it wasn't. It was actually for the form5s and Upper6ers. The only reason I was there was to make sure all the stage performances went smoothly. And yes, the opening sketch, sure my part was tiny, the lead's best friend. But imagine if nobody remembered their lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short shower in the hotel room that we rented (HolidayVilla). The whole event was starting. And guess what? Our lead actress played by a GUY still wasn't there. We were all staring to panic. What happens if he doesn't make it? Well, after a stressful wait he finally arrived and they started to put make-up on him and going through the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before we knew it, it was time to get on stage. And as the last scene was acted out, we were all relived to hear the audience clap and cheer. I really couldn't and still can't believe the we did almost the whole sketch impromptu we almost didn't stick to the lines but we got the job done and managed to tell the story! Well, i had almost nothing to do with it, it was all thanks to the leads and the director. They were really great! lol! Then as the night went on, all of us, the backstage crew were working really hard to get all the performances to go in a flow. And it all did. And at the end of the night, when the dance floor was open we all got together and danced. That was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've been to a number of proms now. But this was by far the funnest. I really think its because I got to spend time with some of my best friends. lol. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-1568768211452740777?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/1568768211452740777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=1568768211452740777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/1568768211452740777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/1568768211452740777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/10/prom-08-seafield.html' title='Prom 08 - Seafield'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-5882040101375865355</id><published>2008-10-26T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:13:29.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In respect to all....</title><content type='html'>Okok i know its been awhile since i updated. But here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened in the last... what? 5 months?... i've got many things to write, but i'm just going to write the "important" stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well form6 in Seafield has been amazing!!! loads of fun and craziness... hahaha... I was lucky to be voted as vice-prez of the 5R club(although im the most blurr member) my prez-Guat Yee, Secretary-Ben, Treasurer-Lei Wei and all the other members of the committee are  just the best people to have by my side(coz i dont do any work) lol. The most fun club activity was the Famine30 event. In this event we all(30 of us) had to starve for 30 hours!!! lol! im kinda surprised that i made it. The 30 hours spent there was really fun, and we really got to know each other. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my class(6f) is said to be the worst form6 class in the history of seafield... v supposed to be upset because that comment, but honestly i think v r kinda proud of it. lol. although this is true, i still miss our first class teacher, Mr.Guna, he was a very understanding man. Unfortunately, he passed away about 3week after we started our form6. We miss him alot. I still remember that whenever he gave us homework he always told us to finish it if we could. he never forced or rushed us to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that sad moment I think im really enjoying form6, not the study part, but all my friends, they are the funnest people i've known. lol. And just 2 days back we had the Prom that v organized for the form5s and upper6ers. and omg it was fun! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... Thats about all i have to write. Sorry bout the low quality! hahaha i'll try better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Luv u, S______Y... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-5882040101375865355?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/5882040101375865355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=5882040101375865355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/5882040101375865355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/5882040101375865355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-respect-to-all.html' title='In respect to all....'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-6170633628238118045</id><published>2008-05-23T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:37:38.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>SS17 - Form6</title><content type='html'>Waking up at 8a.m. that Tuesday(12th of May) morning, thinking to myself: "here i go again". School again. I thought i was over and done with all of this. But I was wrong. It was all starting again. Walking through the gate of a school i've never been to, my heart was racing. Then, as I was walking toward the office, I saw a familiar face. But who? Then as i walked closer, I finally could reconize the face! It was Ian! the other Chindian(if you dont know whats a Chindian, Pls dont ask) from my old school!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after meeting up. We went to the hall for our orientation. And after listening to some "wise" words from our teachers, we decided to leave during the break. Actually the next day was also the same. Actually the orientation was really fun! I kept getting called out to talk about stuff. The first was about my "blog" for the second i had to give a speech, it was dreadfull coz i had to talk about water, and the third was about my "personality". Well they actually gave us a personality test, then Ian shouted out my name, thus i got chosen again, and i wasnt the most silent person in the hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after all the orientation was over we got to go to our classes. I took Physics and most of the student changed to Arts or took Bio. My class was only left with 12 students! all boys and 1 girl!!! But our class was the most fun! hahahah! And every time we had MUET(english) we would mix classes! so i could mingle around. hahahaha. Anyway, i was honestly very noisy in all my classes. lol. I really like everyone... but i maybe changing school... Although it's just been less than 2 weeks, I really got attached to my class and the bio class... Gonna miss everyone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-6170633628238118045?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/6170633628238118045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=6170633628238118045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/6170633628238118045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/6170633628238118045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/05/ss17-form6.html' title='SS17 - Form6'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-7132219778992092058</id><published>2008-05-23T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:58:42.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>American Idol!!! - DAVID COOK</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!!! Finally an American idol that i actually would listen to!!! David Cook rocks!!! But I'm not saying the other David was bad or anything. Actually, both are very talented. But honestly i like David Cook's rock style and music. He reminds me of Chris Daughtry. And I think he can be the most successful Idol yet! lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-7132219778992092058?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/7132219778992092058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=7132219778992092058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/7132219778992092058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/7132219778992092058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idol-david-cook.html' title='American Idol!!! - DAVID COOK'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-8610356839593481776</id><published>2008-05-18T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:26:55.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>PLEASE LISTEN-UP</title><content type='html'>Please do NOT watch the following video if you cant handle GORE and VIOLENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uN5fC-kdUQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_uN5fC-kdUQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any comments on the vid? I really dont get it. Why do people were fur? It really doesnt make any sence. I mean seriously, i dont mind if they kill for food. Or they do it in a way that makes them suffer less. I admit im not a vegetarian and all that stuff. But i have a dog. and i cant imagine even hitting her. And can you also imagine if that was you? sitting in one of those cages all day. Knowing your faith. Then seeing other people in the cages being dragged out and beaten half to death and skinned ALIVE!? Its torture! Stop buying FUR! Why do you need it? dont you think its STUPID to make an animal suffer just to wear some EXPENSIVE clothes? If you really like fur on why not shave your own head and put that hair on your body? thats cheaper! The Chinese Government should also inforce Animal Rights. Or i sugest that they give the poachers new jobs. Because the only reason they do that is because of the income. So maybe they can give them jobs like Wildlife rangers, because they already have the skills to find their way in the jungles. Pls hear me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know anyone who does wear fur, pls tell them to read this! And you wear it yourself. pls stop. and after reading that and watching the vid, you still do. Well, F**K YOU!!! And the same punishment is waiting for you in hell! If you belive in Karma, you will be born as one of those poor animal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THE BUYING STOPS, THE KILLING CAN TOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-8610356839593481776?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/8610356839593481776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=8610356839593481776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/8610356839593481776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/8610356839593481776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-listen-up.html' title='PLEASE LISTEN-UP'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-6851565494819916503</id><published>2008-05-10T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:13:17.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><title type='text'>Fishing with grandad (26-28th April 2008)</title><content type='html'>After a long train ride from Subang Jaya to Rawang, i finally get out of that hell hole of a train. As i got out of the station, I saw that my grandad had already been waiting there for me. After we met-up, he took me to the car and drove to his house. And while we were in the car, i asked him: How long were you waiting for me there? He said: Not too long, only 2hours. I asked him why did he wait that long, he just said that he woke-up early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached home, we got all our gear and fishing tackle and left for the lake. There, we sat under a tree and chatted as we cast our lines. Before we knew it, it was already 7pm. The stars were staring to come out, and so were the bugs. hahaha. Time passed and it was 9pm, the stars were reflecting off the still water. 9pm!!! we were there since 1pm. 1-9, and we didnt catch anything!!! wow. Actually it was of no supprise to us, it was the rainy season after all. So we decided to pack-up and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we decided not to go at all. Instead, we decided to go meet some of his "old friends". So with that in mind we made our way to one of his friends house after lunch. And as I pulled-up in front of the house, he told me: This woman wants you to get married to her grandkid. I really started to panic in the car. And I asked him what should i say or do? He said just smile and be nice. So, putting on a smile i entered the house with him. A small cozy home, with some pictures of loved ones hanging on the wall. As i entered my heart start to race and my mind was telling me: Ash U R WAY TOO YOUNG TO GET MARRIED!!! anyway, with that aside. We said our hellos and sat in the living room. The family was a typical traditional family. Well, when guests stop by for a visit only the older generation and the boys can talk or comunicate with them. And the girls have to be in the kitchen and only be seen when needed to be. Then as we sat infront of the TV and chatted, the woman called for her granddaughter(it was more like yelling actually) then when she came the woman(my grandad's friend) asked her to say hello to me and get us something to drink. And after a short introduction, she left and came back with 2 cups of coffee. and as she put the cup on the table, i asked her: So you took your SPM last year also? She quietly answered: yes. Then I asked: how were your results? She just smiled and said: not good. And left for the kitchen again. Then after my grandad had finished his chat with his friend we said our goodbyes and went to the car. There, he asked me: So what do you think? I said: It was nice. Then he said: You know I was only joking when i said that she wanted you to get married with her granddaughter... I was soo pissed! I can get pranked by my 78year old grandad?! wow. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a night of drinking whisky, I woke up at about 7am. Today I just wanted to relax. But why did i wake up so early? well the day before i said that i would go to the market with my grandad. And so I did. Taking a slow drive to the market, i noticed something moving outside the window, on the hood of the car. What was it? OMG it was a small snake!!! green and yellow. it started to come out of the engine and was going to the roof. I slow stopped the car by the side of the road and got out. Then looking at the snake, I felt like i was the late Croc Hunter. lol. Well, my grandad found a stick and gave it to me. I slowly picked up the little guy and put him on some bushes near by and got back in the car. And the whole way after that we were talking about the snake. hahahaha. A funny thing about small town it that everyone knows each other. So when we got to the market, my grandad went to his usual stall to buy some food for the maid to cook. And there the woman at the stall, ask him: who is that following you? and he said: he is the worker form Nepal, i hired him to paint my house. lol. Then she asked: Boleh cakap melayu? omg... she actually belived that!!! lol. then he explained to her who i really am. But seriouly do i look like a worked from Nepal? hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch and a nap, it was already 5pm. And I had to go home. sad... but i really had fun with my grandad that weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-6851565494819916503?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/6851565494819916503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=6851565494819916503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/6851565494819916503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/6851565494819916503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/05/fishing-with-grandad-26-28th-april-2008.html' title='Fishing with grandad (26-28th April 2008)'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-6563533109839282423</id><published>2008-05-08T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:25:53.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Busy days</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, i really need to update my blog soon. But i really havent got the time. Well, i'll do it soon. hopefully... i have alot to post(fishing trip,cousins bday party, relationships and about form6) but no time... really hope to be free soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-6563533109839282423?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/6563533109839282423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=6563533109839282423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/6563533109839282423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/6563533109839282423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-days.html' title='Busy days'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-2009235503782922147</id><published>2008-04-29T20:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:29:58.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music review</title><content type='html'>Ok... While i was on my fishing trip with my grandad i took about 20 new and "to be released" songs, and so here are the top 3. This is the top3 to me, if you have any comments please do tell. We'll start with no.3 and go up from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.3 - "Wanna be starting something" by Michael Jackson feat. Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SaSeSQqrcqk&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" rel="0&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.2 - "Take a bow" by Rihanna (written by Ne-Yo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcuS7Ce4q9I&amp;amp;hl=" rel="0&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.1 "Hollywood's not America" by Ferras *(i like the girl in the vid...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U1o99WabS9k&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U1o99WabS9k&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-2009235503782922147?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/2009235503782922147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=2009235503782922147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/2009235503782922147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/2009235503782922147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/04/music-review.html' title='Music review'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-8432212031975367267</id><published>2008-04-22T13:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:42:41.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Earth Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Okok, im not a tree-hugger. But its earth day. Do you know how much waste an average human produces in a lifetime? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, i dont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But honestly, we should really care about the environment. Why you ask? Well, its really important. You dont have to do anything much, you dont have to totally change the way you live. Just do small things, like turning off the tap when you're brushing your teeth or shaving. You might be thinking: how does me turning off the tap do anything to save the world? Well, imagine if everyone does. How much water would that save? besides water, we can also save paper!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Save the trees!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How? easy. just recycle! hahahaha. Anyway, just dont pollute. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-8432212031975367267?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/8432212031975367267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=8432212031975367267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/8432212031975367267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/8432212031975367267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day!!!'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-4340872884970537035</id><published>2008-04-21T20:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:38:13.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Hit the "Delete" key</title><content type='html'>I've been sick these few days, flu, cold, fever. So, for the past few days I've been sitting here. But mostly sleeping, and dreaming. Being bored out of my head, i start to think of the past. Thinking of my grandparents, thinking of my old schools, thinking of everything. Then, suddenly, it struck me. Why was i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; nice to my ex-classmates??? Why? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know... Maybe i was trying to fit in? or maybe i was just being nice. I did favours, helped people, i was a total "nice guy". And all this for what? Sure i was not an angel. I mean i did skip school. But i was not a bad person. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, there were nice people there. And they were nice to me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what i thought! Those back-stabber! they just wait for you to do something wrong. And most of the time they even back-stab you when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; do anything and mind your own bossiness. A**HOLES!!! F**KING A**HOLES!!! hate those B*ST*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;!!! Then, i went online, just for fun. I noticed that I still have those A**HOLE'S e-mails on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;. So, I clicked on each and every person's name and hit the delete key!!!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know why i was nice to them in the first place... But its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; now... At least i learnt something from this...&lt;br /&gt;Never give and hope to get something in return, it never happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-4340872884970537035?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/4340872884970537035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=4340872884970537035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/4340872884970537035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/4340872884970537035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/04/hit-delete-key.html' title='Hit the &quot;Delete&quot; key'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-8955457298659158366</id><published>2008-04-16T14:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:19:45.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Kuala Lumpur Station at 11pm</title><content type='html'>It was late, 10.30pm. I was working at at my aunt's Candy and Antique store near China town. All of my co-workers left at 9pm. I stayed on coz it was my aunts shop, and I get a good sum of commission for everything i sold. But this was the first time I ever waited till after 9.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.45, my last customer left without buying anything. I finally decided to to lock-up and leave. The cash register was full, it was a good day for sales. And as i closed the front door of my aunt's shop, i noticed that all the shops around were closed. The only things glowing were the dim street-lamps and the Seven-eleven store(i think that seven-eleven stores are run by vampires) well, it was late, i was tired, my day started at 10am. wow. 13hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As walked across the street by the river, opposite were some "hookers" waiting by a hotel, infront of an empty street. Walking along the river under the lrt track, the only sound that i could hear were the sirens of police and the rush of the river water. It did rain and the river was full, and the smell of garbage choked river water filled the air. I finally got to the bridge to cross the river and head to the train Station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was late, i hoped that i didnt miss the last train. But i always have a back-up plan i.e. call my dad. Well, i reached the station, but the gate i always use was locked! so i had to use the main entrance. Only one word can describe how i felt goin through that old dark building, FEAR. there were almost no lights, it saw totally silent and noone was there, and as i walked through, I could honestly feel something looking at me one of the floors above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushing out the other side, i felt relief that i made it out, but it was still dark, and there was nobody at the ticket counters or anyone guarding the track. Just the flickering street lights out side out the station. I knew that i had to get to the middle platform, and to get there, i needed to pass an underground tunnel that goes under the tracks. Well, passing under the tracks, i noticed that i could hear my foot-steps, this was funny because i was wearing my Adidas sneakers. and they dont make a sound, plus i drag my feet abit. So i stopped, i could hear that the foot-steps didnt stop on time. Now i was shaking. I could feel every hair on my body stand. And I had that sure feeling that someone was standing at the back of me, its just that feeling that you have. Well, i started to walk, walk as fast as i could, trying not to look back. That 20second walk felt like forever and the foot-steps didnt stop. I quickly rushed out of the tunnel and onto the platform. I took out my wallet, and thank god for Touch n Go, i touched in and quickly made my way to the benches, i was still alone, still could only hear the distant sound of sirens. As i sat there alone, i felt that i was being watched, watched by someone much bigger than me, standing behind me. I just sat there and prayed, and after 5 long mins, the train finally came. I quickly entered. And thank god there was someone in the train. I didnt look back. just sat there in cold sweat. Thinking what had happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the first and last time i took the train after 10pm. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189830062055524706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAX68c12iWI/AAAAAAAAABs/0_xlafCyU7Q/s320/dato02%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the station looks like after dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-8955457298659158366?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/8955457298659158366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=8955457298659158366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/8955457298659158366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/8955457298659158366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/04/kuala-lumpur-station-at-11pm.html' title='Kuala Lumpur Station at 11pm'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAX68c12iWI/AAAAAAAAABs/0_xlafCyU7Q/s72-c/dato02%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-7475724010641679009</id><published>2008-04-14T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:48:32.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><title type='text'>Date with C</title><content type='html'>We've been postponing this date for awhile now, must be almost a month now. Well, its been long since we've seen each other. I wondered what she looked like now. Is she the same person who i left in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seremban&lt;/span&gt;? I sure hoped so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I was already in central at 11, she asked me to meet her at 11.30. And at 11.30, there she was, again, same person, never changing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Then we took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lrt&lt;/span&gt; and headed our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;. What?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt; again?! I just went there on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; for the PC fair! And today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;... its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... i promised her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;, and that where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; take her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; of standing in a crowded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lrt&lt;/span&gt;, we reached our destination. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;... again... I've been to that place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; many times it could be my second home! it was already almost 12. I was starving! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; again??? well, yes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. We decide to have our lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; again. And when we got there, the cashier seemed to recognize me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having filled our stomachs, we walked around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;, we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;klcc&lt;/span&gt; park, and we talked all the way. As we entered back in we went into a home entertainment store, there we sat on a couch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of a huge TV screen and talked about our old school days. After about 45&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; of sitting and chatting i asked her: wanna get some alcohol and chocolates in our system? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. she said yes! So we went down to Cold Storage n got some chocolates n drinks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. we found a place to sit, and we ate and drank and chatted, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. She asked me about my love life, i simply said that i wanna enjoy my single life for now. Then we continued our empty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;convos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after our drinking, i had to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;mens&lt;/span&gt; room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. and we came out, she passed me a present and said happy belated birthday. I said thanks and gave her a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, we were on our way home. After changing trains, I decided to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;wats&lt;/span&gt; my present. As I opened it, I kinda knew whats inside, Boxer shorts! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. That day was really fun, i really enjoyed myself! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks C!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;And i really hope to see you soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-7475724010641679009?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/7475724010641679009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=7475724010641679009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/7475724010641679009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/7475724010641679009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/04/date-with-c.html' title='Date with C'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-324299712102957130</id><published>2008-04-11T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T01:30:48.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><title type='text'>PC Fair (April 08)</title><content type='html'>That time came again. "That" time, filled with excitement and joy lol. PC FAIR!!! WOOHOO!!! the day before the PC fair i was with my cousin, at her Prom(TARC PROM-i posted it earlier). Well, actually, the whole time that i was at the prom, I could only think of one thing... ok 2 actually, 1. the girls at the prom 2. PC fair!!! hahahaha. I dont know why, but the PC fair is one of the most important events of the whole year, although they have it every 3-4months. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planned everything the night before(after prom) i planned to meet Evan in central at 10-10.15, then take the lrt to KLCC and then at about 5 meet-up with the chindians i.e. Brandon and Zezen. but nothing goes as planned does it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At about 7.30am i get a call, i was thinking: who calls at this hour??? why??? wah??? well, it was Evan(thanks for ruining my sleep dude) he asked me: what time am i leaving, i said: about 9.45. then he said: im leaving form s'ban now... i was like... aiyo... he had to leave bcoz of his mom, so i told him to wait for me n that i'll only b there at 10 or 10.15, and put down the phone and went back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.00am my alarm rings, i go down brush my teeth, have a bath, look for something to wear... and 15mins later im ready, as i leave home my mom asks me: Ash did you tell V1(even) to bring your Kad Kesihatan??? i said no... n the whole way to the train i was getting a lecture. hahahaha. i reached the ktm station at 9.45am, i called Evan and said that im leaving. Finally, i got into a train and stood there for 30mins all the way to KL central.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I met Evan and we were on our way to KLCC (advice: never ever go to the pc fair alone, with more than 2 friends or with a girlfriend-trust me you dont wanna do that). After we finally reached KLCC, we walked around the shopping complex. And as always, we looked at girls and talked about... well everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch i.e. McD again, we made our way to the KLCC convention centre(the place where the PC fair was held) walking through the undergrouns path again. hahahaha. After we reached the place, we went around the first time, just to look around, and wow, it was nice. all the gadgets, all the models!!! yay!!! hahahah. soo much fun... then we went around the second time, this time we stopped and took a real good look around, and guess wat? we stopped by the Intel booth and got some prizes Evan got an alarm clock and i got a bag. Then i got myself new printer ink, and Evan didnt buy anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the second time, we were tired, dead tired, so we went back to the shopping complex to rest. On our way there i wanted to see how heavy i was, so i got on the scale and measured, hahaha. 70kg exacly!!! wow... hahaha. then after a drink, i got an sms from Brandon Sean, saying that he couldnt come. so we decided to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAQxnc12iTI/AAAAAAAAABM/vBRZsxS2L5s/s1600-h/AK000878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189327224464378162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAQxnc12iTI/AAAAAAAAABM/vBRZsxS2L5s/s200/AK000878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PC FAIR was really nice, really fun!!! cant wait for the next one!!! Btw Evan thx for waiting for me in central!!! lol. &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/7780078420176126564-324299712102957130?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/324299712102957130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=324299712102957130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/324299712102957130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/324299712102957130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/04/pc-fair-april-08.html' title='PC Fair (April 08)'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAQxnc12iTI/AAAAAAAAABM/vBRZsxS2L5s/s72-c/AK000878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-123839615968243800</id><published>2008-04-10T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T01:36:20.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing'/><title type='text'>TARC Prom 2008</title><content type='html'>As i sat there waiting for her, I started to think: Why in the world am I here?!, Prom??, why??, how did i get stuck in this mess???.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all started about a month ago. 19th March 2008, ie. my birthday. Finding out that i would b bored at home on my birthday, I decided to go out with some friends. That would have been a nice idea, but they were just going to do some paper work at their college. But i decided to follow anyway. Knowing that they were going to TARC, i called up my cousin and told her that i would meet her there.(Because she was studing there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long train ride, we finally reached TARC. There, I met my cousin and left my friends. hahahaha. She somehow convinced me to follow her around the college, and soon we were buying tickets to prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to 10th April, a.k.a Prom day, sitting infront of the library, waiting... the blistering afternoon sun was shining like always, fring everything under it. Taking out my bottle of water, i noticed something moving at the conner of my eye. And what do you know? Its her, finally! she came with her friend, M. She was wearing a white dress, and she looked more beautiful than ever.(tring to say something nice) hahahaha. After a short intro to her friend, we walked over to the hall. It suddenly struck me! I was taking a HOT senior to a prom in a college that im not even going to! n guess wat? im probably the youngest person there! how COOL is that??? hahahaha! feel soo lucky!(really really thank my cousin for that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is one thing i learnt about prom, lol its just another event where everyone tries to out-dress each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But TARC prom wasnt as nice as i hoped... well, there was a dinner, then dancing, then a show... but noone danced, the plannig was not rite! they should hv ahd the dancing last... but i like the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all it was kinda lame actually...&lt;br /&gt;but it was a nice experience, n i got to spend time with my cousin, and i also learnt that people REALLY CARE about me! why is this? well, because the prom finished late, i had to take the train back late. And my cousin was calling every 20mins to ask is i was ok, until i reached home!&lt;br /&gt;Bunny, if ur reading this, LOVE YA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-123839615968243800?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/123839615968243800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=123839615968243800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/123839615968243800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/123839615968243800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/04/tarc-prom-2008.html' title='TARC Prom 2008'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-5819760836065066885</id><published>2008-04-09T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:48:26.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>I got tagged by Evan</title><content type='html'>Name : Ash&lt;br /&gt;Nickname : Stupid, mr.sarcasm, A**Hole&lt;br /&gt;Married : NOPE&lt;br /&gt;Male/Female : Male la...&lt;br /&gt;highschool : SMK Methodist ACS Seremban, SMK Subang Jaya&lt;br /&gt;College : ermm... not yet la...&lt;br /&gt;Short hair or long hair : short la...&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak : abit just try not to eat too much&lt;br /&gt;Height : 176.5cm&lt;br /&gt;Do you have crush on someone? : yup&lt;br /&gt;do you like yourself? : sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Piercings : Nahhh...&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty : righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First......&lt;br /&gt;Surgery : Not yet&lt;br /&gt;Piercing : HOW MANY TIMES U WANNA ASK THE DAMN QN?!&lt;br /&gt;Person you see in the morning : MILKSHAKE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Award : Pelajar Contoh 2003&lt;br /&gt;Sports you join : anything! honestly! lol bt not good in any...&lt;br /&gt;Pet : MILKSHAKE(dog)&lt;br /&gt;Vacation : P'nang&lt;br /&gt;Concert : umm nt sure.....&lt;br /&gt;First crush : got bt cant say la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently......&lt;br /&gt;Eating : yes, banana&lt;br /&gt;Drinking : nope&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to : chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your future..&lt;br /&gt;Want kids : yup not too many la...&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married : can have kids without getting merried oso watt??? lol&lt;br /&gt;Careers in mind : actuarial, bt not sure la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is better ??????&lt;br /&gt;Lips or eyes : can i choose other parts of the body? okok eyes la...&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or Kisses : Kisses&lt;br /&gt;Shorter or taller : not too much of both...&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or spontaneous : inbetween...&lt;br /&gt;sensitive or loud : just as long as she is herself la..&lt;br /&gt;Troublemaker or hesitant? : hahahaha anything la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger : a stranger? nope...&lt;br /&gt;Drank bubbles : wats dat???&lt;br /&gt;lost glasses/contacts: nope&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home: nope&lt;br /&gt;liked someone younger: too many times&lt;br /&gt;liked someone older : too many times&lt;br /&gt;Broke someone’s heart: i really hope not&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested : Not yet&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u believe in…&lt;br /&gt;Yourself?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Heaven: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus:no la...&lt;br /&gt;Magic : Nope!&lt;br /&gt;Angels: kinda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer truthfully......&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone u want to be with right now? : yup&lt;br /&gt;Do u believe in God?: yeah, but i belive in karma oso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG YOU :&lt;br /&gt;Shirley!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-5819760836065066885?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/5819760836065066885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=5819760836065066885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/5819760836065066885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/5819760836065066885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-got-tagged-by-evan.html' title='I got tagged by Evan'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7780078420176126564.post-945999103512632644</id><published>2008-04-09T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:48:03.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>Okok...&lt;br /&gt;so? i started a blog... i really dont think anyone's gonna read this, so anyway...&lt;br /&gt;here's why im starting it:&lt;br /&gt;1. TO STOP SOMEONE FROM BUGGING ME TO HAVE ONE!!!(u know who u are)&lt;br /&gt;2. just too much free time...&lt;br /&gt;3. erm.... ok so there is no 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if u are reading this... thanks for wasting your time on me!!!&lt;br /&gt;seriously thanks! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7780078420176126564-945999103512632644?l=ash90me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/feeds/945999103512632644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7780078420176126564&amp;postID=945999103512632644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/945999103512632644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7780078420176126564/posts/default/945999103512632644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ash90me.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!'/><author><name>Ash RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105978353741270929</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XNyyYQyBdS4/SAGIic12iNI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WULi-p19BM4/S220/AK000772.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
