<?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-5296576228159950294</id><updated>2012-02-12T13:08:29.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my-storylines™</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>341</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2798424331171888853</id><published>2012-02-04T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T21:51:46.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already February.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy February of 2012!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;January went by and I thought to myself, what if each months had 60 days instead? Wouldn't it be too long? Or how about 48 hours in a day? Okay back to reality, it ain't happening. Let's begin with January 1st. The moment it was midnight, I felt extremely happy to be leaving my past. 2011 was a tremendous year. The people, the moments and the experiences. I couldn't have asked for a better year, Alhamdulillah. But I'm glad to be entering 2012 because a new year means a new journey. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rest of January was history nonetheless it was awesome! Yesterday, Angeline and I headed off to college to collect our statement of results but our mentor left for lunch, I assume. Anyway, we bumped into Ms Pari, my law lecturer and it was great seeing and talking to her again after two months. I'll be seeing all my lecturers again next week to give them their gifts. I could have given it there and then but I have yet to wrap the gifts. Ten minutes later, we were off to have breakfast at Solaris Dutamas. The funny thing about spending time with Angeline alone is that we can be such bimbos when it's time to leave. First, the searching for the outdoor carpark incident and secondly, searching for my car keys when I actually forgot to remove it from the ignition so we spent half an hour panicking. Then we got in the car and started screaming followed by laughing. How I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alles klar, das ist alles für jetzt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Happy Lunar New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4N3qLDUeVlU/Ty02o8DmxUI/AAAAAAAAB5w/Bh660zfPeEs/s1600/IMG_0201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4N3qLDUeVlU/Ty02o8DmxUI/AAAAAAAAB5w/Bh660zfPeEs/s320/IMG_0201.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little me in a cheongsam with an umbrella fixing Pooh bear's bee hoodie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2798424331171888853?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2798424331171888853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2798424331171888853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2798424331171888853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2798424331171888853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2012/02/already-february_04.html' title='Already February.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4N3qLDUeVlU/Ty02o8DmxUI/AAAAAAAAB5w/Bh660zfPeEs/s72-c/IMG_0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2030681986281396030</id><published>2011-12-19T03:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:35:16.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Weird' Tag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What's a weird habit of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am easily annoyed by odd numbers. Even the word 'odd' itself has three  letters. Unacceptable! I honestly do wish to be born in the year 1992  rather than being born in 1993 because 92, 42 and 22 are my favourite  numbers. I can't believe that my house number is 23. I would have been  happier if it was 22. So when there's table numbers at restaurants I  can't help but choose tables of even numbers, especially 22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you have any weird phobias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If driving anxiety counts even when I'm not driving. On certain days I'd only drive if I have to  because well, I'm easily distracted and I have the worse habit of  texting while driving. I just can't imagine hurting a soul and to be  liable for the accident caused. I know I'm suppose to relax when driving  but I've been clenching the steering wheels lately. Currently taking a break because I accidentally knocked down a motorcycle while reversing and I still feel horrible about it. Where's my reinforcement when I need it? Usually once I'm being told that "It's okay, you're still learning but just be careful next time." Then I'll be alright again. Pathetic driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What's one of your biggest pet peeves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ODD NUMBERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Passerby's casually crossing the road in front of my car  when I'm driving. Stop it! It raises my anxiety level. Maybe I  shouldn't be driving but I like to drive. Well, I don't mind it because I  like going to places. :) But I still don't know how to fill up petrol  because I don't like the smell of it, Oh God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What's one of your nervous habits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I tend to speak at lightning speed when I feel intimidated. I swear,  it's almost gibber and sometimes I wonder what I've just said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's a song you secretly LOVE to blast &amp;amp; belt out when you're alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Currently, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ricky Martin - Lo Mejor De Mi Vida Eres Tu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Learned and memorized the lyrics like a boss even though I'm completely  clueless as to what it means but that's okay because it's also released  in English so I sing it in Spanish and English. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS HER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAMjFOipGxM/TvNaraZfpqI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Lkt4wIAVdmc/s1600/IMG_9550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAMjFOipGxM/TvNaraZfpqI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Lkt4wIAVdmc/s320/IMG_9550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688990456166196898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have yet to read the letter that Chris wrote me but I'll get emotional so it's left unopened. Even though she did mentioned that it's funny and I know that it's not the very last letter from her, I just want to keep it sealed for now. Of course, we'll keep in touch. I'm so excited to send her letters and gifts! She's one that I'd hate to lose touch with and I miss her so much! I hope that she's doing great and having fun in Seattle. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2030681986281396030?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2030681986281396030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2030681986281396030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2030681986281396030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2030681986281396030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/12/weird-tag.html' title='&apos;Weird&apos; Tag.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KAMjFOipGxM/TvNaraZfpqI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Lkt4wIAVdmc/s72-c/IMG_9550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2434049686993748232</id><published>2011-12-18T20:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:49:03.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About last week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My babydoll, Angeline and I went on a lunch date last week, Tuesday.  Initially it was supposed to be a hangout with a few others but they  couldn't make it so it ended up being just the two of us, the way we  preferred it to be. We reached WangsaWalk on time for Happy Feet 2 and  halfway through the movie we realized that we were surrounded by  children. That being said, I thoroughly enjoyed it regardless if it was  "childish". We had lunch at Fullhouse and that was when the conversation  started to heat up. I was indeed surprise hearing what she had to say  nonetheless it was certainly interesting and fun. :p She's such a  sweetheart and one to always make me smile. But the both of us have the  worse sense of direction ever, haha. I can't believe we "searched" for  the parking lot when WangsaWalk only has ONE OUTDOOR parking lot. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Will the Krill" only she would understand.Maybe Will, will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79wktmldNM8/Tu3fRhWkjcI/AAAAAAAAB5M/78KrHH_8YZ8/s1600/WW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79wktmldNM8/Tu3fRhWkjcI/AAAAAAAAB5M/78KrHH_8YZ8/s320/WW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687447396542614978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On  the following day, Evena, Dominica and I made our way to Souled Out,  Sri Hartamas for EdBoard dinner. It was a lovely night to dine in with  Ms May and the committee members. The music performances suited the  atmosphere which I loved and we had a pleasant on-going conversation.  Great company, great food but it was getting late. One thing I'm not to  keen on is driving at night especially because of the blinding  headlights and the random motorcyclists appearing out of nowhere who  then just happens to drive by my car, staring my way until I reach home.  Annoying as fuck. Anyway, the night was well spent. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovelies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ramA-qcB1o4/Tu3dhhEZDII/AAAAAAAAB40/aoxMH2an_ZQ/s1600/IMG_5262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ramA-qcB1o4/Tu3dhhEZDII/AAAAAAAAB40/aoxMH2an_ZQ/s400/IMG_5262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687445472321014914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I  had such an interesting conversation with Evena on our way back to KL.  "Why didn't you? Even I hugged him!" But really, "Why didn't I?" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo me siento al fin feliz, La tristeza no es para mí:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zty3tsw_gyM/Tu3dh_HnFsI/AAAAAAAAB5A/jOQ-TbGpC-o/s1600/iL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zty3tsw_gyM/Tu3dh_HnFsI/AAAAAAAAB5A/jOQ-TbGpC-o/s400/iL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687445480387581634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I paint my nails&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; pink &lt;/span&gt;when Estoy contenta and Estoy muy feliz en este momento.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2434049686993748232?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2434049686993748232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2434049686993748232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2434049686993748232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2434049686993748232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-last-week_18.html' title='About last week.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79wktmldNM8/Tu3fRhWkjcI/AAAAAAAAB5M/78KrHH_8YZ8/s72-c/WW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-1732819715825138989</id><published>2011-12-04T22:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T20:50:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain please go away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, it's December and I feel terribly ill. :( Despite my illness, I had a lot of fun throughout this week and now I'm broke. :( Anyway since A Level is over, I decided it would be fun to explore several shopping malls which I haven't been to. So far, so good. :) I would also love to visit a few parks but it's been raining lately. Oh well, better luck next week.. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Michelle's 18th Birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8oUWlInoqQ/TtuRJY5c0qI/AAAAAAAAB2k/iepmq7zDaqc/s1600/Michelle18th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8oUWlInoqQ/TtuRJY5c0qI/AAAAAAAAB2k/iepmq7zDaqc/s320/Michelle18th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682294945346278050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was so much fun! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At Sunway Giza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpvUxWIgYLE/TtuRJjSYeQI/AAAAAAAAB24/4E7I_k3VmOg/s1600/IMG_9640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpvUxWIgYLE/TtuRJjSYeQI/AAAAAAAAB24/4E7I_k3VmOg/s320/IMG_9640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682294948135205122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Such a lovely place to visit. It was clean, beautiful and calming.. until it rained :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-1732819715825138989?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/1732819715825138989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=1732819715825138989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1732819715825138989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1732819715825138989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/12/rain-rain-please-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain please go away.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z8oUWlInoqQ/TtuRJY5c0qI/AAAAAAAAB2k/iepmq7zDaqc/s72-c/Michelle18th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-1628382829822292403</id><published>2011-12-01T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:05:51.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November is OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56YpcGWBt9E/TtcnLlx7XYI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/IkDZYPKaII4/s1600/December.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56YpcGWBt9E/TtcnLlx7XYI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/IkDZYPKaII4/s400/December.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681052535024737666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-1628382829822292403?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/1628382829822292403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=1628382829822292403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1628382829822292403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1628382829822292403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/12/november-is-over.html' title='November is OVER'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56YpcGWBt9E/TtcnLlx7XYI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/IkDZYPKaII4/s72-c/December.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-9119471656865793337</id><published>2011-11-28T00:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T02:13:56.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had an amazing time at prom. My sayang, Nadiah and I went as single ladies so we accompanied each another. :) From the start till the end, it was so much fun! The performances were great, the prom kings and queens looked stunning, good food, good music, everyone looked beautiful and we danced the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sayang and I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6YFTPf9sjM/TtJoPwz7C-I/AAAAAAAAB1k/MbqGig3WqPw/s1600/HHNN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6YFTPf9sjM/TtJoPwz7C-I/AAAAAAAAB1k/MbqGig3WqPw/s320/HHNN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679716700077624290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sirjPLTf3PE/TtJ8mmcO2_I/AAAAAAAAB1w/pX6iw3wmdoU/s1600/promcoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 361px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sirjPLTf3PE/TtJ8mmcO2_I/AAAAAAAAB1w/pX6iw3wmdoU/s320/promcoll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679739082663451634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lX7XU2jnMmE/TtJ9XWPaXSI/AAAAAAAAB18/2-eL2qhlmNg/s1600/IMG_9504%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lX7XU2jnMmE/TtJ9XWPaXSI/AAAAAAAAB18/2-eL2qhlmNg/s320/IMG_9504%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679739920128302370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-9119471656865793337?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/9119471656865793337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=9119471656865793337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/9119471656865793337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/9119471656865793337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/11/dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance!'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6YFTPf9sjM/TtJoPwz7C-I/AAAAAAAAB1k/MbqGig3WqPw/s72-c/HHNN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-1651171574688340496</id><published>2011-11-16T05:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T03:43:23.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Perfection was only within my imagination when I received a hardcopy of this year's yearbook. I'm happy to have been given the opportunity to design and put together layouts but the trouble and the overwhelming amount of stress most of us faced, never again would I want to re-experience the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome wasn't what I imagined it to be, of course the layouts were present but it could have been better. Since we were under a time constraint and finals were around the corner, it was difficult to sacrifice our time to design but we did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An article without a picture? The emptiness is obvious, how did that happened? And the class-photo pages weren't numbered, such a mess! The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely I'm disappointed but there's nothing anyone can do about it. It's over and done with and I'm glad. Everyone did their best and had put in a lot of effort into it and not just the graphics department but each and every departments played their parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3rd Edition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8repZxyppE/TsOUZch_iQI/AAAAAAAAB1M/xMC5lHrFZi4/s1600/IMG_9449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8repZxyppE/TsOUZch_iQI/AAAAAAAAB1M/xMC5lHrFZi4/s200/IMG_9449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675543120293366018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 2nd Edition will always be my absolute favourite. It was designed by a group of creative GENIUSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I am left with one last Economics A Levels paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-1651171574688340496?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/1651171574688340496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=1651171574688340496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1651171574688340496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1651171574688340496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/11/run-wild.html' title='Run wild'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8repZxyppE/TsOUZch_iQI/AAAAAAAAB1M/xMC5lHrFZi4/s72-c/IMG_9449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-6530235134725373235</id><published>2011-11-12T22:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T23:23:16.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antique</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH0rlFkZ83g/Tr6L0RvFtaI/AAAAAAAAB0o/KciSyLmiUNA/s1600/IMG_9428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH0rlFkZ83g/Tr6L0RvFtaI/AAAAAAAAB0o/KciSyLmiUNA/s320/IMG_9428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674126310763771298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw it for the first time today and I didn't know who they were until my cousin brother mentioned that the one on the far right is my mother. Only then I figured out it was her! and her seven siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell whether I look like her but she's the prettiest one in the picture. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nPYS-rP5Yk/Tr6PDicrXuI/AAAAAAAAB1A/FS5INmO8n-M/s1600/IMG_9393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nPYS-rP5Yk/Tr6PDicrXuI/AAAAAAAAB1A/FS5INmO8n-M/s200/IMG_9393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674129871482871522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Economics A Levels is in three days. Dear God have mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-6530235134725373235?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/6530235134725373235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=6530235134725373235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6530235134725373235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6530235134725373235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/11/antique.html' title='Antique'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH0rlFkZ83g/Tr6L0RvFtaI/AAAAAAAAB0o/KciSyLmiUNA/s72-c/IMG_9428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-4020564172196458212</id><published>2011-11-05T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T03:43:28.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November's Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ed Sheeran- Miss You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Shock, horror, I'm down, lost, you're not around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;There's a lump in my chest that, sends cold through my head and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My mind shuts sound out, I'm on auto-pilot, and my tongues gone silent, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Just switch it off and lay it down, lay it down, next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't know when I lost my mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Maybe when I made you mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I dont know when I lost my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Maybe it was everytime, you said, you said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That I miss you,and I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been listening to this song all week and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;no one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in particular comes to mind. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Apart from that, I've been driving to places on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Economics A Levels is in 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;Prom is a few weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Das ist alles für jetzt. Tschüss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-4020564172196458212?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/4020564172196458212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=4020564172196458212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/4020564172196458212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/4020564172196458212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/11/novembers-here.html' title='November&apos;s Here'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-3472479006783413566</id><published>2011-10-19T18:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:54:37.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Levels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;College ended two weeks ago! Or was it last week? Despite that being said, I'll have to sit for my A Level exams tomorrow and on next week, Monday. I sat for my very first paper today and my mind was well-structured. I didn't expect anything out of it and that is the way it should have been the first time. Clearly, I've learned from my mistake. I'm learning from a lot of mistakes lately and since my perspective on life is about people, I'm glad to have them in my life because if it weren't for them, I wouldn't be where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May God bless us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tort Law will be the death of me.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-3472479006783413566?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/3472479006783413566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=3472479006783413566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3472479006783413566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3472479006783413566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/10/levels.html' title='A Levels'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2877047007921044973</id><published>2011-07-31T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:45:38.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye July.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been such a lovely month being surrounded by such lovely angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEyNdAGBfk8/TjUxQaQUShI/AAAAAAAABz4/t0uVJh_ITfA/s1600/DSC03405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEyNdAGBfk8/TjUxQaQUShI/AAAAAAAABz4/t0uVJh_ITfA/s400/DSC03405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635464666719472146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th Birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2877047007921044973?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2877047007921044973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2877047007921044973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2877047007921044973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2877047007921044973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodbye-july.html' title='Goodbye July.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cEyNdAGBfk8/TjUxQaQUShI/AAAAAAAABz4/t0uVJh_ITfA/s72-c/DSC03405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5630817295576267757</id><published>2011-07-10T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:54:30.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure- Auf Wiedersehen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_ryRWI8CYU/ThmNkcWRWBI/AAAAAAAABzo/qccw-9_e20w/s1600/smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_ryRWI8CYU/ThmNkcWRWBI/AAAAAAAABzo/qccw-9_e20w/s400/smiling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627684866600556562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SoKU6LvP8vI/ThmNxe7OeDI/AAAAAAAABzw/8UI5vMaWq7U/s1600/memories.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SoKU6LvP8vI/ThmNxe7OeDI/AAAAAAAABzw/8UI5vMaWq7U/s400/memories.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627685090630727730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5630817295576267757?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5630817295576267757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5630817295576267757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5630817295576267757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5630817295576267757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/07/departure-auf-wiedersehen.html' title='Departure- Auf Wiedersehen'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_ryRWI8CYU/ThmNkcWRWBI/AAAAAAAABzo/qccw-9_e20w/s72-c/smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-573741395707296867</id><published>2011-06-28T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:20:30.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to Let Go</title><content type='html'>How does one avoid loss in the first place? Contrary to popular belief, it's not attachment that causes loss – attachment feels fine. It's detachment that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;. Learn to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some suggest that to avoid loss, one should never be attached to anything. They give the example of a hand in water: when the hand is removed from the water, the hand leaves no impression. These people say the reason the hand leaves no trace in the water is because the water is not attached to the hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, while the hand is in the water, it is very attached to the hand. It surrounds it, enfolds it, embraces it. Allow yourself to experience life as fully as water experiences the hand, then let go as completely as water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the water leaves a little of itself on the departing hand, as we leave a little of ourselves with the people and things we touch, but for the most part, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when it comes time to go, let go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hand could no more hold the water than the water could hold the hand. As soon as one "wants" to leave, there is no attachment, because there can be no attachment other than the mutual action of being together. Hand and water both accept the inevitability, and part "clean".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a title for a book on raising children we've always liked: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold Them Very Close, and Let Them Go&lt;/span&gt;. This we find good advice for all experiences, whatever they may be: Hold them very close, and let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know when it's time to hold them close? When they're in front of you (often literally): Whatever the current experience in your awareness, the next event on your schedule. When is it time to let go? When you're on your way out and they're on their way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say good-bye, let go, and embrace the new moment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-573741395707296867?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/573741395707296867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=573741395707296867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/573741395707296867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/573741395707296867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/06/learn-to-let-go.html' title='Learn to Let Go'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8235241642383982324</id><published>2011-06-19T12:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T13:12:35.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like any other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8mIE13-B-k/Tf2DCSK78lI/AAAAAAAABzA/dmTmaujk404/s1600/tumblr_lmbisjbecu1qewqrgo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 87px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8mIE13-B-k/Tf2DCSK78lI/AAAAAAAABzA/dmTmaujk404/s400/tumblr_lmbisjbecu1qewqrgo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619791985288933970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I may or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;may not&lt;/span&gt; be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8235241642383982324?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8235241642383982324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8235241642383982324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8235241642383982324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8235241642383982324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/06/detachment.html' title='Detachment'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8mIE13-B-k/Tf2DCSK78lI/AAAAAAAABzA/dmTmaujk404/s72-c/tumblr_lmbisjbecu1qewqrgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2908161851171111597</id><published>2011-04-15T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:09:35.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When this happens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6ud7MPQbwU/TaftWv-J8NI/AAAAAAAABy0/kReIYQMZPl4/s1600/IMG_7739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6ud7MPQbwU/TaftWv-J8NI/AAAAAAAABy0/kReIYQMZPl4/s400/IMG_7739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595702037121200338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh well"&lt;/span&gt; is better than a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"What if?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt; GOES ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2908161851171111597?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2908161851171111597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2908161851171111597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2908161851171111597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2908161851171111597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/04/attachment.html' title='Attachment'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6ud7MPQbwU/TaftWv-J8NI/AAAAAAAABy0/kReIYQMZPl4/s72-c/IMG_7739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-1059192337815067995</id><published>2011-04-08T21:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:01:36.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April's here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi, how are you? It's April. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Within four short months, I've learn to become more &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;, confident, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, helpful, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hardworking&lt;/span&gt;, loving/caring, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt;, appreciative/thankful,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; friendly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;outgoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going great so far and I have absolutely nothing to complain about. I do have to admit that there have been ups and downs in the previous months but I choose to be happy. I do not cry as often anymore and I tend to accept challenges with an open heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that good or bad things don't last forever, but living the moment makes me happier. I'd only visit my past, not dwell in them because what's done was meant to happen and can't be change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk a lot more, made friends with those apart from my classmates and even a friend from a different Taylors campus. How fast time flew by and I'm happy that I am able to experience the little things in life that puts a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted a change, a good kind of change and I'm facing it right now. I couldn't be happier and I wouldn't trade my life with someone else. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUOTES I LIVE BY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Good things comes to those who wait."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Patience is a virtue, possess it if you can, seldom found in woman, never found in man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Happiness is a choice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You only live once. But if you do it right, once is enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Past is a good place to visit, but certainly not a good place to stay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-1059192337815067995?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/1059192337815067995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=1059192337815067995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1059192337815067995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1059192337815067995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/04/aprils-here.html' title='April&apos;s here.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2277230264552155280</id><published>2011-02-03T13:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:01:48.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy February! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Happy February! Happy Chinese New Year! Happy Birthday Alia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;January went well, I was happy throughout the month except for one particular day in which I just felt like I needed to cry. I've been happy since the very first day until I realized I've forgotten what it felt like being upset. Well, the pressure was the main contributor to my sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, my life is going great because as Shaycarl said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Happiness is a choice!"&lt;/span&gt; and it's true. I am not going to get emotional if I couldn't complete my Law essay which is due tomorrow. There are plenty of solutions to every task; I'd ask for help, put in a effort and just try because even if it's incorrect, at least I'd learn from my own mistakes and not the mistakes of others. Besides, will I or will I not let the situation affect my mood? Within a second of decision making, I should choose to be happy and that is what I am today, happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happy and busy. :) I've been busy studying because trials begins next month and my final AS Exams is in May/June. I've submitted a lot of essays and even when I receive a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"You need to improve on your writing skills, you really need to," &lt;/span&gt;well usually, I'd be upset about it and sulk but things have changed, I have changed, although I was slightly bruised upon her words, I got over it and accepted the challenge. I soon began re-writing and my lecturer is right! I confuse one too many with my essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to work towards something, anything. Honestly, A Levels might have altered my future plans and I do not know what I'll be doing or where I will be going after this course but that's okay because I would like my life to naturally fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid you all a Happy February! Take Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2277230264552155280?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2277230264552155280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2277230264552155280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2277230264552155280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2277230264552155280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-february.html' title='Happy February! :)'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-7913038965414777777</id><published>2010-12-31T15:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:35:58.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2010. :')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's the very final day of this year and I must say it has been completely amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My top ten favourite moments as of 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/05/tokio.html"&gt;Tokio Hotel concert and meeting the band&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-2nd-2010.html"&gt;Sleeping over and spending time with friends&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/05/v.html"&gt;Last sports day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/06/graduation-needs-no-explanation.html"&gt;High School graduation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-day-of-college.html"&gt;Starting college, meeting new teachers and friends&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-won-endlich.html"&gt;Meeting my BFF, Si Won&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/ulu-yam-waterfall.html"&gt;Ulu Yam Waterfall&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/10/psychology-trip-to-malacca.html"&gt;Psychology Trip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-precious.html"&gt;Shaytards&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/11/wbmw-photoshoot.html"&gt;Tokio Hotel inspired photoshoot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thoroughly enjoyed this year. There were ups and downs and ups again. I'm looking forward to 2011 and I hope it goes great for myself and everyone else. Within this week, Shaycarl made me realized that communication is key. I've been talking more often with my parents and siblings which feels great despite the minor language barrier, I feel much happier sharing conversations. I've been speaking in a calm manner unlike never before and when I do, it brings me happiness knowing that I didn't cause tension within the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I'm hoping to be more comfortable around my friends, catch up with them and just thank them for being a part of my life as well as compliment them sincerely. Without them, school and college wouldn't have been so memorable. It's definitely my favourite year yet. Well previously, I favoured 2008 but I  realized it isn't any better than 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'll be spending this lovely evening with a cup of tea and a slice of cake with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Have a blessed New Year everyone! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-7913038965414777777?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/7913038965414777777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=7913038965414777777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7913038965414777777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7913038965414777777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-2010.html' title='Goodbye 2010. :&apos;)'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5981646654246887398</id><published>2010-12-29T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T15:14:42.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantomrider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My only motivation to drive:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TRrbOnK7JeI/AAAAAAAAByk/ctdRUvbfvww/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-28%2Bat%2B1.01.35%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TRrbOnK7JeI/AAAAAAAAByk/ctdRUvbfvww/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-28%2Bat%2B1.01.35%2BPM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555994134394381794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TRrbOZ9oamI/AAAAAAAAByc/EzwnOyi1eYA/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-28%2Bat%2B3.17.37%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TRrbOZ9oamI/AAAAAAAAByc/EzwnOyi1eYA/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-28%2Bat%2B3.17.37%2BAM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555994130848967266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TRrbOUzcfJI/AAAAAAAAByU/IH9CH6MvPag/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-28%2Bat%2B1.02.30%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TRrbOUzcfJI/AAAAAAAAByU/IH9CH6MvPag/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-28%2Bat%2B1.02.30%2BPM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555994129464065170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TRrbN7Yf8VI/AAAAAAAAByM/jk6zXhLeSrc/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-28%2Bat%2B3.31.23%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TRrbN7Yf8VI/AAAAAAAAByM/jk6zXhLeSrc/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-28%2Bat%2B3.31.23%2BAM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555994122640159058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;! And I haven't even sit for my driving test. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driving instructor:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"Give us a call once you're ready to sit for it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I said:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Alright, sure. Thanks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I thought: &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;strike&gt;Never again.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, I'll think about it.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That was 10 days ago! Oh well, there's always tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5981646654246887398?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5981646654246887398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5981646654246887398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5981646654246887398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5981646654246887398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/12/phantomrider.html' title='Phantomrider'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TRrbOnK7JeI/AAAAAAAAByk/ctdRUvbfvww/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-28%2Bat%2B1.01.35%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-6391355925788161745</id><published>2010-12-26T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:00:41.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>I was flicking through my contact list on my iPhone yesterday and sent out season greetings to my fellow Christian friends, mostly through text and to several by email. I hope everyone had a great time with their family and friends. It warms my heart reading joyful text replies when I least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my day by reading the Driver's Ed guide book as I will be sitting for the computer test on.. Monday (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I don't feel like it, tomorrow's Monday and I can only sit for it on Saturday, Sunday, Monday or Wednesday so it's either tomorrow or Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;) It's so pointless, I don't want to continue but I might as well will. On the bright side, I have a little bit of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm warned out for today, I bid you all a great tomorrow.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you hate it when..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1026.photobucket.com/albums/y323/nurharisha/Etcetera/IMG_6094.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-6391355925788161745?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/6391355925788161745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=6391355925788161745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6391355925788161745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6391355925788161745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1026.photobucket.com/albums/y323/nurharisha/Etcetera/th_IMG_6094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2072638170494314704</id><published>2010-12-17T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:44:01.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My goodness me, that gave me a mini heart attack!</title><content type='html'>Semester 1 Exam results are out and the first two subjects listed were 'Law' and 'Psychology'. I was nervous even before logging into my student portal. Once I clicked on the 'Academic Results' tab, I look towards my marks and realized I didn't score a U for Law which is surprising because I skipped an essay worth 10 marks and left my 20 marks essay incomplete. HORRIFYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I swiftly glanced at the comment made by my Law lecturer, it seemed as if I was in trouble as I misinterpreted &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"pleased"&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"pissed"&lt;/span&gt;. The comment made was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am very pleased with the effort this student is making."&lt;/span&gt; My heart skipped a beat reading it the first time, I really thought she was pissed until I re-read it and thank heavens it said pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I honestly have no idea why I keep doing that to myself. I begin to panic, interpret things negatively and realize everything is alright a few seconds later. &lt;u&gt;Often, I forget to keep calm.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I am disappointed in myself and especially for Law. Once I completed my Psychology paper, I felt happy that I have a chance to pass whereas for Law, my answer sheet was a terrible mess and I spent the last five minutes completing my last sentence when I should have been done and proof-reading my answers. Now that I am much aware, I need to start practicing on my writing skills. 17 minutes per essay is too slow, 15 minutes is maximum. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being frustrated, I've been feeling happier lately. I've decided to leave my A2 artwork aside and really focus on my studies. As much as I love art, this is not the time to be drawing and painting. I'll always have time for my hobbies but I need to concentrate on one, forget the other for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't get me started on driving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck that shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2072638170494314704?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2072638170494314704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2072638170494314704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2072638170494314704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2072638170494314704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-goodness-me-that-gave-me-mini-heart.html' title='My goodness me, that gave me a mini heart attack!'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2265783832770393667</id><published>2010-12-15T14:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:17:23.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokio Hotel in Tokyo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Endlich!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQSxSqCTV3I/AAAAAAAABwo/h-jxmR2RIk8/s1600/tumblr_ldbag19KU31qd5vjdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQSxSqCTV3I/AAAAAAAABwo/h-jxmR2RIk8/s400/tumblr_ldbag19KU31qd5vjdo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549755574907000690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how happy they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQiPvsK3TMI/AAAAAAAABww/BnpV0eors8I/s1600/tumblr_ldbp6lwPM11qbmriao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQiPvsK3TMI/AAAAAAAABww/BnpV0eors8I/s400/tumblr_ldbp6lwPM11qbmriao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550844590207487170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hurricanes And Suns'&lt;/span&gt; was released not too long ago as their new single. Tokio Hotel also released a new song in German entitled&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Madchen Aus Dem All' &lt;/span&gt;and it is included in their latest 'Best Of Tokio Hotel' album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQiPvx15edI/AAAAAAAABw4/usbmUwOoQfs/s1600/th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQiPvx15edI/AAAAAAAABw4/usbmUwOoQfs/s400/th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550844591730162130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even my browser is Tokio Hotel themed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQiPwBTrquI/AAAAAAAABxA/Km9rlBQdBRw/s1600/IMG_6491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQiPwBTrquI/AAAAAAAABxA/Km9rlBQdBRw/s400/IMG_6491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550844595881618146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQiPwoLuCqI/AAAAAAAABxI/mhjDeA6-_CM/s1600/IMG_6483.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQiPwoLuCqI/AAAAAAAABxI/mhjDeA6-_CM/s400/IMG_6483.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550844606317202082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh Tom. Wait, what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I really meant to say, I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="bio"&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQiPw1wbYSI/AAAAAAAABxQ/IigFPuvlC1c/s1600/06f2a855e66e6eb4644328db3a6a698b_10868992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQiPw1wbYSI/AAAAAAAABxQ/IigFPuvlC1c/s400/06f2a855e66e6eb4644328db3a6a698b_10868992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550844609960829218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQiTBqM8g1I/AAAAAAAABxY/K1l0CPuHCp8/s1600/155691_471044652609_323988192609_6468182_6782405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQiTBqM8g1I/AAAAAAAABxY/K1l0CPuHCp8/s400/155691_471044652609_323988192609_6468182_6782405_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550848197451875154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm currently drawing portraits of these four boys on an A2! I'll compile pictures of my progress soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2265783832770393667?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2265783832770393667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2265783832770393667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2265783832770393667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2265783832770393667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/12/tokio-hotel-in-tokyo.html' title='Tokio Hotel in Tokyo!'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQSxSqCTV3I/AAAAAAAABwo/h-jxmR2RIk8/s72-c/tumblr_ldbag19KU31qd5vjdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8267502606657465872</id><published>2010-12-09T22:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:52:02.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December's here!</title><content type='html'>Today marks the first day of my Semester break! AND I've started revising for Law, as a matter of fact I started revising once I was awake this morning. I don't even want to begin explaining how horrible my Law exam was yesterday. I panicked within the first five minutes and my mind went blank. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, one exam doesn't determine my entire life but it will affect my forecast and I honestly do not know how my Law lecturer is going to respond to it once Semester 2 begins. I was told not to take things personally but I just can't bear being pressured. I love the subject but the atmosphere in the classroom for the first three months haunts me and it still does and that's what I'm worried about. Will it repeat or will the current one keep up? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;On the bright side, Psychology went well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shellynn and I went for a manicure once Psychology ended, that was calming until the worse weather condition ever begin to strike. Anyway, I'll be occupied with Law, Economics and Psychology revision throughout this month. I'll begin my driving lessons soon, that's pleasant. &lt;strike&gt;My goodness, the never ending thought of traffic accidents.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graduation is by the end of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;. How fast time flies and this time round, I want for everything to fall in place. For everything to be right, for it to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQD4o1PzC3I/AAAAAAAABvo/ayRMRpOZYEs/s1600/OgAAAL7lU9APFzpAfu6LWSEmPsGLDX0q6ts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQD4o1PzC3I/AAAAAAAABvo/ayRMRpOZYEs/s400/OgAAAL7lU9APFzpAfu6LWSEmPsGLDX0q6ts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548708121292245874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frohe Feiertage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8267502606657465872?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8267502606657465872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8267502606657465872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8267502606657465872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8267502606657465872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/12/decembers-here.html' title='December&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQD4o1PzC3I/AAAAAAAABvo/ayRMRpOZYEs/s72-c/OgAAAL7lU9APFzpAfu6LWSEmPsGLDX0q6ts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-497987751752350982</id><published>2010-12-01T16:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:19:18.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keyword</title><content type='html'>My lecturers are as sweet as cupcakes AND I hope they stay that way. I was once reminded that people change, I didn't believe that at first because certain people never do BUT I was proven wrong right before my very eyes. Not to worry, I needed to face changes. Positive changes in people that won't trigger my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking like a a Paranoid Parrot; EVERYONE CAN HEAR ME. Okay, control myself. Ever feel that way? Well at least December is off to a good start and I'm looking forward to the rest of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've a list of things to be done this December:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Attend driving lessons and refrain from panicking about traffic accidents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2. Study for especially Law and Psychology. Understand the concept of Economics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3. MEET SI WON! VIDEO CALLS WITH NATASYA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Focus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Focus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have to get things right this time round, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPi1T2rCPtI/AAAAAAAABvg/BOVNySVaiB8/s1600/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPi1T2rCPtI/AAAAAAAABvg/BOVNySVaiB8/s400/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546382293804924626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPi0GphTn3I/AAAAAAAABvI/epjLWEzJzfg/s1600/1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And we should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPiz5CjNIiI/AAAAAAAABvA/h0RhGjhJLM4/s1600/IMG_3099.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPiz5CjNIiI/AAAAAAAABvA/h0RhGjhJLM4/s400/IMG_3099.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546380733625213474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Reason being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPi037a6v3I/AAAAAAAABvQ/f1r4_tRvvWc/s1600/IMG_3006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPi037a6v3I/AAAAAAAABvQ/f1r4_tRvvWc/s400/IMG_3006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546381814043164530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh and one last thing before I go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPi0-wnXA0I/AAAAAAAABvY/Gpm9AP3vtOk/s1600/ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 32px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPi0-wnXA0I/AAAAAAAABvY/Gpm9AP3vtOk/s400/ch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546381931401642818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE CHILDREN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPiznCJ1EuI/AAAAAAAABu4/IUAAQt9p9HY/s1600/tumblr_lcrrxh48pe1qcggywo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPiznCJ1EuI/AAAAAAAABu4/IUAAQt9p9HY/s400/tumblr_lcrrxh48pe1qcggywo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546380424281133794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-497987751752350982?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/497987751752350982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=497987751752350982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/497987751752350982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/497987751752350982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/12/keyword.html' title='Keyword'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPi1T2rCPtI/AAAAAAAABvg/BOVNySVaiB8/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8474098665788441628</id><published>2010-11-28T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:13:46.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Fword.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPIok0YmWOI/AAAAAAAABuI/6hasu34SqNI/s1600/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 67px; height: 19px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPIok0YmWOI/AAAAAAAABuI/6hasu34SqNI/s400/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544538704248723682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;An example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPInqB08-yI/AAAAAAAABtw/IL1OA9pIDw0/s1600/IMG_3115.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPInqB08-yI/AAAAAAAABtw/IL1OA9pIDw0/s400/IMG_3115.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544537694245026594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPIpc_BV78I/AAAAAAAABuQ/Prg2FK8b5QA/s1600/tumblr_l4ntd7xlQP1qbf7yr_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPIpc_BV78I/AAAAAAAABuQ/Prg2FK8b5QA/s400/tumblr_l4ntd7xlQP1qbf7yr_2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544539669176643522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8474098665788441628?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8474098665788441628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8474098665788441628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8474098665788441628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8474098665788441628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-my-fword.html' title='Oh My Fword.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TPIok0YmWOI/AAAAAAAABuI/6hasu34SqNI/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-6145929239628864927</id><published>2010-11-25T21:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:12:37.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, my college life just got better. Honestly, the major issue I was facing was Law. Law this, Law that but after  having a conversation with my Law lecturer, it felt okay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Okay to attend college, okay to attend Law class, okay to communicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tears in my eyes even before facing my Law lecturer and as the conversation went on for about a while, I restricted myself from crying in front of her. Just like my Psychology lecturer, she gives me hope. Previously, I'd believe her when said she shouldn't care about me in particular. In which if she'd  stop caring, I shouldn't bother trying and I should just quit because Law itself is a tough subject and if I can't do it, she's probably right so I gave up. However, I did put effort in studying Law and Law alone for about a week and a half. BUT I didn't want to go through it anymore and I was completely serious about dropping out and no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, that's not happening after the heartfelt conversation we shared. AND it had to be on a Tuesday when I decided to throw on a mini tank-top dress, inappropriate! But I managed to cover up anyways. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WELL AT LEAST SHE CARES, UNLIKE THOSE PRETENTIOUS FUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TO6WIaGxEYI/AAAAAAAABtg/zrSHcijz3dA/s1600/tumblr_lcffpbahdT1qa9e3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TO6WIaGxEYI/AAAAAAAABtg/zrSHcijz3dA/s400/tumblr_lcffpbahdT1qa9e3e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543533262530482562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-6145929239628864927?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/6145929239628864927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=6145929239628864927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6145929239628864927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6145929239628864927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/11/law.html' title='Law'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TO6WIaGxEYI/AAAAAAAABtg/zrSHcijz3dA/s72-c/tumblr_lcffpbahdT1qa9e3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-7223767292349694531</id><published>2010-11-21T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:56:51.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a dream, or was it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently, in Psychology we've covered the study of dreaming by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;William D&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nathaniel K&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting lecture went on for only about two classes and so we spent the other two classes attempting the past year questions. The other day, I stumbled upon an article mentioning about lucid dreaming while browsing through my Tumblr dashboard and since we've just completed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the study of eye movements during sleep to dream activity&lt;/span&gt;, I figured why not give it a try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IN WHICH I DID! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh, so trippy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TOi7O2kaIaI/AAAAAAAABtA/uzkxrLGVTjw/s1600/tumblr_lbskt1deHj1qdskqo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 530px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TOi7O2kaIaI/AAAAAAAABtA/uzkxrLGVTjw/s400/tumblr_lbskt1deHj1qdskqo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541885205320180130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At first I was reluctant in doing so, I was afraid of not waking up once I'm in DEEP sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But I thought to myself, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"No risk, no fun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ten hours later, I woke up with a headache and the dream did not make sense nor did I get to see whom I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TOi-HByzZeI/AAAAAAAABtQ/DZ6soGc-zTs/s1600/georg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TOi-HByzZeI/AAAAAAAABtQ/DZ6soGc-zTs/s400/georg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541888369429276130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During Psychology, our lecturer asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Did any of you dream of being with a celebrity? Because you can't see them in person or be with them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I remembered &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'The dream of July 1st.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, time to study Developmental Psychology experiment by Samuel and Bryant for tomorrow's class test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-7223767292349694531?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/7223767292349694531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=7223767292349694531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7223767292349694531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7223767292349694531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-dream-or-was-it.html' title='Just a dream, or was it?'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TOi7O2kaIaI/AAAAAAAABtA/uzkxrLGVTjw/s72-c/tumblr_lbskt1deHj1qdskqo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2162660398446601202</id><published>2010-11-17T14:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T18:42:43.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully Captured.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photographers love their cameras like I love my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bare Necessities by &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TONxz6nltOI/AAAAAAAABsw/16II3P7ItUU/s1600/4150170894_d8ac71e4d4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Farah Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TONxz6nltOI/AAAAAAAABsw/16II3P7ItUU/s400/4150170894_d8ac71e4d4_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540397103318414562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutter Speed by &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TONxzuEn_SI/AAAAAAAABso/xS0Ey4Mmb74/s1600/IMG_1904_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Fariz Baharuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TONxzuEn_SI/AAAAAAAABso/xS0Ey4Mmb74/s400/IMG_1904_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540397099950538018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Pink Clown by &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/puteranabil/"&gt;Nabil Volkers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TONxzeOBnRI/AAAAAAAABsg/XNT1jOMU1sw/s1600/3068061163_d3628214f2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TONxzeOBnRI/AAAAAAAABsg/XNT1jOMU1sw/s400/3068061163_d3628214f2_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540397095694998802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There's a camera setting for every picture taken."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2162660398446601202?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2162660398446601202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2162660398446601202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2162660398446601202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2162660398446601202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/11/beautifully-captured.html' title='Beautifully Captured.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TONxz6nltOI/AAAAAAAABsw/16II3P7ItUU/s72-c/4150170894_d8ac71e4d4_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-3558460172263093985</id><published>2010-11-11T19:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:31:24.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Scenes &amp; Last Friday Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Applying/Removing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNva9wrw0CI/AAAAAAAABr4/Ha6EbB8gLoE/s1600/IMG_7161_S_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNva9wrw0CI/AAAAAAAABr4/Ha6EbB8gLoE/s400/IMG_7161_S_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538260921357488162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location(Hartamas Heights):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvafC3hgvI/AAAAAAAABrY/5qe5BV6qdO0/s1600/IMG_7144_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvafC3hgvI/AAAAAAAABrY/5qe5BV6qdO0/s400/IMG_7144_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538260393662710514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvafQlQzgI/AAAAAAAABrg/m40dEx3qL_g/s1600/IMG_7146_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvafQlQzgI/AAAAAAAABrg/m40dEx3qL_g/s400/IMG_7146_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538260397344214530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green heart-shaped leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Photographed from a different angle by another photographer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNva9bVBbOI/AAAAAAAABrw/v8ESIxPflws/s1600/IMG_7155_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNva9bVBbOI/AAAAAAAABrw/v8ESIxPflws/s400/IMG_7155_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538260915624963298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvaerLqosI/AAAAAAAABrQ/Of7aHnyIkv8/s1600/IMG_7152_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvaerLqosI/AAAAAAAABrQ/Of7aHnyIkv8/s400/IMG_7152_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538260387304743618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvd9Q46VGI/AAAAAAAABsA/TVqDEg_1I4o/s1600/IMG_7203_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvd9Q46VGI/AAAAAAAABsA/TVqDEg_1I4o/s400/IMG_7203_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538264211357586530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvd9n_3CuI/AAAAAAAABsI/9B-Wm50Q3i0/s1600/IMG_7191_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvd9n_3CuI/AAAAAAAABsI/9B-Wm50Q3i0/s400/IMG_7191_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538264217560746722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvd-Sggf2I/AAAAAAAABsY/4hwFG8dJZB4/s1600/IMG_7211_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvd-Sggf2I/AAAAAAAABsY/4hwFG8dJZB4/s400/IMG_7211_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538264228971970402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After 7pm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvd-F28PzI/AAAAAAAABsQ/1mskZAh8QS8/s1600/IMG_7217_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNvd-F28PzI/AAAAAAAABsQ/1mskZAh8QS8/s400/IMG_7217_S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538264225576402738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photographed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hafariz"&gt;Fariz Baharuddin&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-3558460172263093985?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/3558460172263093985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=3558460172263093985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3558460172263093985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3558460172263093985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/11/behind-scenes-last-friday-night.html' title='Behind The Scenes &amp; Last Friday Night.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNva9wrw0CI/AAAAAAAABr4/Ha6EbB8gLoE/s72-c/IMG_7161_S_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2442798273417788126</id><published>2010-11-09T14:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:38:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Best MTV World Stage 2010 Performance goes to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjo4fnTlfI/AAAAAAAABqI/qOIaIGK4mX0/s1600/th2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjo4fnTlfI/AAAAAAAABqI/qOIaIGK4mX0/s400/th2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537431799108703730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MTV EMA 2010 Acceptance speech:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjo5Wfko_I/AAAAAAAABqg/HyMCneJy36c/s1600/IMG_3009.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjo5Wfko_I/AAAAAAAABqg/HyMCneJy36c/s400/IMG_3009.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537431813840217074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2010 MTV EMA Twittertracker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjo496sChI/AAAAAAAABqY/Dnp8P1ebyEA/s1600/tumblr_lbj197FB7s1qe1qqto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjo496sChI/AAAAAAAABqY/Dnp8P1ebyEA/s400/tumblr_lbj197FB7s1qe1qqto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537431807243061778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MTV X-Rating Poll, Most daring style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjquB8RsVI/AAAAAAAABq4/-w32yGvf7M4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-06%2Bat%2B6.10.02%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjquB8RsVI/AAAAAAAABq4/-w32yGvf7M4/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-06%2Bat%2B6.10.02%2BPM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537433818368160082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjqt55I_FI/AAAAAAAABqw/Z3o4XuFiMI4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-07%2Bat%2B2.59.59%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjqt55I_FI/AAAAAAAABqw/Z3o4XuFiMI4/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-11-07%2Bat%2B2.59.59%2BPM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537433816207522898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjo4ut9XqI/AAAAAAAABqQ/LIv56u070j4/s1600/th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjo4ut9XqI/AAAAAAAABqQ/LIv56u070j4/s400/th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537431803163139746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TH Fans says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjo5mBwA1I/AAAAAAAABqo/Q2X0uhaJs7E/s1600/Fuck_Yea__in_HD_by_CrusierPL.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjo5mBwA1I/AAAAAAAABqo/Q2X0uhaJs7E/s400/Fuck_Yea__in_HD_by_CrusierPL.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537431818010100562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TH Fans thinks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjriqe7JcI/AAAAAAAABrA/5-Hq7FvNWaU/s1600/IMG_3008.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjriqe7JcI/AAAAAAAABrA/5-Hq7FvNWaU/s400/IMG_3008.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537434722604099010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2442798273417788126?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2442798273417788126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2442798273417788126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2442798273417788126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2442798273417788126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/11/win.html' title='WIN'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNjo4fnTlfI/AAAAAAAABqI/qOIaIGK4mX0/s72-c/th2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-6815378525531668718</id><published>2010-11-06T16:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T16:35:04.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WBMW Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a lovely Friday with my college friends whereby we did a Tokio Hotel inspired photoshoot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNUQHKThk2I/AAAAAAAABoQ/NtgY7V7gBQk/s1600/tumblr_lbey2m6SZZ1qeskmr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNUQHKThk2I/AAAAAAAABoQ/NtgY7V7gBQk/s400/tumblr_lbey2m6SZZ1qeskmr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536349032133268322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNUQHRuLywI/AAAAAAAABoY/lpk74dC-GWc/s1600/tumblr_lbexuaD0ED1qeskmr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNUQHRuLywI/AAAAAAAABoY/lpk74dC-GWc/s400/tumblr_lbexuaD0ED1qeskmr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536349034124135170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNURQn5QrcI/AAAAAAAABow/EJsebT7F-wo/s1600/tumblr_lbeyfsm34M1qeskmr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNURQn5QrcI/AAAAAAAABow/EJsebT7F-wo/s400/tumblr_lbeyfsm34M1qeskmr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536350294206623170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am completely satisfied with the final outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shellynn Lo&lt;/span&gt; for being an awesome make-up artist. I actually learn a lot about makeup techniques, and make up itself. I'd also like to thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt; for the amazing pictures, he's a really talented fashion photographer and it was a pleasure being on set with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabil's photography: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://nabilvphotography.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://nabilvphotography.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-6815378525531668718?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/6815378525531668718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=6815378525531668718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6815378525531668718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6815378525531668718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/11/wbmw-photoshoot.html' title='WBMW Photoshoot'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TNUQHKThk2I/AAAAAAAABoQ/NtgY7V7gBQk/s72-c/tumblr_lbey2m6SZZ1qeskmr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5736274005455594750</id><published>2010-11-01T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:59:59.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentally Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am annoyed by the fact that college happened.&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of A Level is the end of my life, literally.&lt;br /&gt;4 months through and I am hating it.&lt;br /&gt;People confuse me with their level of mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TM6raL4XekI/AAAAAAAABoI/ycwHGs4up1w/s1600/olli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TM6raL4XekI/AAAAAAAABoI/ycwHGs4up1w/s400/olli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534549458439076418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5736274005455594750?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5736274005455594750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5736274005455594750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5736274005455594750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5736274005455594750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/11/mentally-tired.html' title='Mentally Tired.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TM6raL4XekI/AAAAAAAABoI/ycwHGs4up1w/s72-c/olli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-4556689346689563315</id><published>2010-10-30T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:16:06.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mein Gott!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been watching this German series for a while now and I'm sucked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TMwoIjNwZOI/AAAAAAAABoA/LygAPYoUHVc/s1600/olli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TMwoIjNwZOI/AAAAAAAABoA/LygAPYoUHVc/s400/olli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533842169488499938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Olli! Kiss Christian already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-4556689346689563315?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/4556689346689563315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=4556689346689563315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/4556689346689563315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/4556689346689563315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/10/mein-gott.html' title='Mein Gott!'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TMwoIjNwZOI/AAAAAAAABoA/LygAPYoUHVc/s72-c/olli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8626348833884910560</id><published>2010-10-24T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:13:17.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching on, moving forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you know that if you do not practice what you learn overnight, 80% of the information that you've absorbed during the day will disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fact brought me back to reality when my Psychology lecturer repeated it for the second time last week. Eight hours of college for five days in a row, how can I not be mentally tired once I arrive home? But then again, time is sufficient, all I have to do is stop wasting it unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;October is coming to an end and our seniors are seating for their final exams.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the people that I see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;We have one another, they make me feel stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of shedding tears, yet I haven't over come all of my fears.&lt;br /&gt;But as time goes by, I believe..&lt;br /&gt;I believe in believing my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8626348833884910560?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8626348833884910560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8626348833884910560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8626348833884910560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8626348833884910560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/10/marching-on-moving-forward.html' title='Marching on, moving forward.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-4737190830023568501</id><published>2010-10-13T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:40:05.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Precious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father-son moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLWn01TUIXI/AAAAAAAABnw/hYh6Q6YSh2A/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-13+at+5.19.33+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLWn01TUIXI/AAAAAAAABnw/hYh6Q6YSh2A/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-13+at+5.19.33+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527508643770278258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLWn0e6qj_I/AAAAAAAABno/ipGu09ptc8E/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-13+at+5.20.03+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLWn0e6qj_I/AAAAAAAABno/ipGu09ptc8E/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-13+at+5.20.03+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527508637761310706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-4737190830023568501?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/4737190830023568501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=4737190830023568501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/4737190830023568501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/4737190830023568501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-precious.html' title='So Precious.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLWn01TUIXI/AAAAAAAABnw/hYh6Q6YSh2A/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-10-13+at+5.19.33+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-552383191153246687</id><published>2010-10-10T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:41:49.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In 10 years,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want four of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLG-AFqIm_I/AAAAAAAABnQ/s3r3ZGlRx5U/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-10+at+6.42.44+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLG-AFqIm_I/AAAAAAAABnQ/s3r3ZGlRx5U/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-10+at+6.42.44+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526407126488488946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLG-AlCmneI/AAAAAAAABnY/SHuWEJMMbX8/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-10+at+6.59.34+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLG-AlCmneI/AAAAAAAABnY/SHuWEJMMbX8/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-10+at+6.59.34+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526407134912617954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLG9_3lmIpI/AAAAAAAABnI/QXBF36OgjF4/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-10+at+6.59.39+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLG9_3lmIpI/AAAAAAAABnI/QXBF36OgjF4/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-10+at+6.59.39+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526407122711356050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my goodness, when Rocktard smiles, it's so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;retty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;arn Effin' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;recious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And marry someone like Shaycarl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLHB3Aj3khI/AAAAAAAABng/LYk3uajwwo0/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-10+at+9.37.43+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLHB3Aj3khI/AAAAAAAABng/LYk3uajwwo0/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-10+at+9.37.43+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526411368547717650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Dear parking attendant in the Long Beach Cinemark shopping complex,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;read between the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-552383191153246687?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/552383191153246687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=552383191153246687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/552383191153246687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/552383191153246687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-10-years.html' title='In 10 years,'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLG-AFqIm_I/AAAAAAAABnQ/s3r3ZGlRx5U/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-10-10+at+6.42.44+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5382943970577078781</id><published>2010-10-09T21:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:40:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychology Trip to Malacca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe one day, I'll keep you as a pet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBtJhOGXmI/AAAAAAAABmY/KPspFg-8PqY/s1600/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBtJhOGXmI/AAAAAAAABmY/KPspFg-8PqY/s320/DSC01343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526036753087356514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tourists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBuFaxBdMI/AAAAAAAABmg/KUrnSJl-274/s1600/DSC01330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBuFaxBdMI/AAAAAAAABmg/KUrnSJl-274/s320/DSC01330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526037782146938050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind and ocean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBv0_3gltI/AAAAAAAABmw/Io08Uf3_eYs/s1600/DSC01456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBv0_3gltI/AAAAAAAABmw/Io08Uf3_eYs/s320/DSC01456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526039699071735506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot sunny day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBuFmH-8hI/AAAAAAAABmo/BC6U5k4ecTg/s1600/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBuFmH-8hI/AAAAAAAABmo/BC6U5k4ecTg/s320/DSC01431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526037785196032530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a journey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBv1BhRMvI/AAAAAAAABm4/5jLtZc0L0rw/s1600/DSC01439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBv1BhRMvI/AAAAAAAABm4/5jLtZc0L0rw/s320/DSC01439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526039699515323122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy faces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBv1WD_wwI/AAAAAAAABnA/1XMq5ABQ8Ds/s1600/DSC01459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBv1WD_wwI/AAAAAAAABnA/1XMq5ABQ8Ds/s320/DSC01459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526039705029690114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5382943970577078781?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5382943970577078781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5382943970577078781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5382943970577078781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5382943970577078781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/10/psychology-trip-to-malacca.html' title='Psychology Trip to Malacca.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TLBtJhOGXmI/AAAAAAAABmY/KPspFg-8PqY/s72-c/DSC01343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8884118253176968856</id><published>2010-09-26T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:57:11.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJ9fPwhZktI/AAAAAAAABmQ/qtk563-5T5c/s1600/tumblr_l7771pddxs1qaw98vo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJ9fPwhZktI/AAAAAAAABmQ/qtk563-5T5c/s400/tumblr_l7771pddxs1qaw98vo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521236392507183826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8884118253176968856?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8884118253176968856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8884118253176968856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8884118253176968856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8884118253176968856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJ9fPwhZktI/AAAAAAAABmQ/qtk563-5T5c/s72-c/tumblr_l7771pddxs1qaw98vo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8047611755521592756</id><published>2010-09-24T20:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T23:23:42.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End it all already.</title><content type='html'>I started college a week after orientation because clearly I was looking forward to attending an art school or even colleges which included A Level subjects that I actually have interest in but the reason why I ended up in the institution that I am in right now is because I wasn't thinking. Although, I am aware that there are alternatives to fulfill my only goal, like I said, I wasn't thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the second class of Law, dropping out of college seems to be my only aim. I really don't know why I am still here, well actually I do. Two days ago, I was on the verge of dropping out of college, but I have such amazing, caring, wonderful friends that I truly appreciate. They are those who held me back, I never knew several of them wanted to drop out as well, I couldn't tell. When I look at them, it is as if they are capable of coping with the course but little did I know, their statements proved me wrong. But even so, they are the ones hanging on and they think I should too. In which I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't get along with certain people, I figured if they behave that way, stay that way and if they need any of my help, all they need to do is ask, it's not a bother and I'm willing to do the best I can to help. I really don't mind being anyone's friend. I've been making new friends for the past two days, and the majority of my classmates are such great people. I just don't understand why we couldn't just have gotten along with everyone. Everyone is going to need someone throughout a year and a half together, why keep up with the hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's frustrating knowing t&lt;img src="file:///Users/harisha/Pictures/iPhoto%20Library_2/Originals/2003/Jan%2024,%202003/IMG_1008.JPG" alt="" /&gt;hat people are annoyed by the fact that I get along with everyone so easily. Bitch, you serious? It's ridiculous, all you have to do is talk and think twice or trice before you actually say what's on your mind. Just because I don't want to express what I'm going through, that doesn't count as a problem. That makes you a busy body. Just because people don't listen to your issues, doesn't necessarily mean I 'should' share mine. I do share it, but with people I actually trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJzB8pZON8I/AAAAAAAABmI/qASx2DdXrY4/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJzB8pZON8I/AAAAAAAABmI/qASx2DdXrY4/s400/IMG_1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520500490897340354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8047611755521592756?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8047611755521592756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8047611755521592756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8047611755521592756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8047611755521592756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-it-all-already.html' title='End it all already.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJzB8pZON8I/AAAAAAAABmI/qASx2DdXrY4/s72-c/IMG_1008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-7964449302263550157</id><published>2010-09-23T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:56:47.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJtcknunI9I/AAAAAAAABmA/J71z9WjsO48/s1600/IMG_1016_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJtcknunI9I/AAAAAAAABmA/J71z9WjsO48/s400/IMG_1016_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520107552482206674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAY TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-7964449302263550157?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/7964449302263550157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=7964449302263550157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7964449302263550157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7964449302263550157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/09/always.html' title='Always,'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJtcknunI9I/AAAAAAAABmA/J71z9WjsO48/s72-c/IMG_1016_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-935721477419992833</id><published>2010-09-17T15:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T18:46:25.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a creationist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh look, what do I have here? I shall see what lies inside this box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJMnS5nZPeI/AAAAAAAABl4/txCiFx8aebk/s1600/DSC01177_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJMnS5nZPeI/AAAAAAAABl4/txCiFx8aebk/s320/DSC01177_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517797174116171234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A ring I see, could it really be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJMnSRuqorI/AAAAAAAABlw/7QOgfEmwC5k/s1600/DSC01178_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJMnSRuqorI/AAAAAAAABlw/7QOgfEmwC5k/s320/DSC01178_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517797163409253042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not really. It's actually a cup with a ring attached as the handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJMnR9uxGXI/AAAAAAAABlo/7CdyUTBKQwI/s1600/DSC01184_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJMnR9uxGXI/AAAAAAAABlo/7CdyUTBKQwI/s320/DSC01184_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517797158040967538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this as a gift for my 17th birthday from a great friend of mine, Alex. It was very nice of him to take his time off and spend a few hours with me and for this lovely cup of course. I think it's really cool but when I first saw it, there was this question mark before my eyes. Five minutes later, I figured what it was. Not only is it coated in one of my favourite colours but the simple design really is eye catching. Who would have thought right? Well apparently someone did and I love it! Hence, thank you Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I hope the music does 'autoplay' when my blog is being viewed because it works perfectly on Firefox but it does not function on Safari 5. Anyway, the song is called &lt;u&gt;The Creationist&lt;/u&gt;, a song by &lt;u&gt;Kerli&lt;/u&gt; and the chorus goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life is my creation, is my best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagination is my defense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'll keep walking when skies are gray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever happens was meant that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-935721477419992833?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/935721477419992833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=935721477419992833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/935721477419992833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/935721477419992833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-creationist.html' title='I&apos;m a creationist.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJMnS5nZPeI/AAAAAAAABl4/txCiFx8aebk/s72-c/DSC01177_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-7972421953791555421</id><published>2010-09-16T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:59:01.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJHAFCky5sI/AAAAAAAABkI/bDjV-LKYXGs/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-16+at+12.33.08+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJHAFCky5sI/AAAAAAAABkI/bDjV-LKYXGs/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-16+at+12.33.08+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517402211328648898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJHAEwpMeUI/AAAAAAAABkA/2T1lERc4KIM/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-16+at+12.33.13+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJHAEwpMeUI/AAAAAAAABkA/2T1lERc4KIM/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-16+at+12.33.13+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517402206515263810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, back to revising Law now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-7972421953791555421?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/7972421953791555421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=7972421953791555421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7972421953791555421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7972421953791555421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/09/quick-question.html' title='Quick question'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJHAFCky5sI/AAAAAAAABkI/bDjV-LKYXGs/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-16+at+12.33.08+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-101071962027168198</id><published>2010-09-15T18:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:59:12.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green.Green.Green.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From this:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJCjplh6UyI/AAAAAAAABjw/VcHSwn0oyL0/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-15+at+6.32.19+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517089478373167906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To this:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJCjpwbhajI/AAAAAAAABj4/pxwWXNXYy8I/s400/Screen+shot+2010-09-15+at+6.32.24+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517089481299159602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I love it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mainly because it took two whole days to alter the base codes and import images. I've been meaning to change my layout but I needed it to either have a green background, pictures of my favourite band or favourite country. But most of the pre-made designs on Blogskins didn't meet the conditions. Therefore, something had to be done and I needed to include a part of Tokio Hotel. Hence, the picture of Bill by the left corner of the screen and lyrics from their songs '&lt;i&gt;Zoom Into Me&lt;/i&gt;' as well as '&lt;i&gt;By Your Side&lt;/i&gt;' (&lt;i&gt;An Deiner Seite&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention, the credits remains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-101071962027168198?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/101071962027168198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=101071962027168198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/101071962027168198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/101071962027168198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/09/greengreengreen.html' title='Green.Green.Green.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TJCjplh6UyI/AAAAAAAABjw/VcHSwn0oyL0/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-15+at+6.32.19+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-7583971729977846889</id><published>2010-09-14T18:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T18:20:29.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;was the first German song that I learnt regardless of what it meant, obviously because I did not understand the language. But because of one of the unplugged versions on YouTube included lyrics on screen, I figured 'why not?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TI9N971qfTI/AAAAAAAABjo/CI0UZciPGSA/s320/IMG_1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516713794982280498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't take long to learn and once I knew the words, I  clicked on the video with the English translation to know what it's all about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest is history. ;)&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/5296576228159950294-7583971729977846889?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/7583971729977846889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=7583971729977846889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7583971729977846889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7583971729977846889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/09/reden.html' title='Reden'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TI9N971qfTI/AAAAAAAABjo/CI0UZciPGSA/s72-c/IMG_1056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8856962924139011802</id><published>2010-09-09T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:16:51.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Clothing Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizyCuPUnI/AAAAAAAABjg/UP3c1puHd-k/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizyCuPUnI/AAAAAAAABjg/UP3c1puHd-k/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514855416020816498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizx-6xHzI/AAAAAAAABjY/GFqEgEC7RGc/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizx-6xHzI/AAAAAAAABjY/GFqEgEC7RGc/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514855414999621426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizi1SlhKI/AAAAAAAABjQ/bY6X0oGI8po/s1600/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizi1SlhKI/AAAAAAAABjQ/bY6X0oGI8po/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514855154717131938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizioy0cyI/AAAAAAAABjI/woEI3DuqA3w/s1600/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizioy0cyI/AAAAAAAABjI/woEI3DuqA3w/s400/Untitled-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514855151362667298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIiziOFQNpI/AAAAAAAABjA/t0QCiupPubg/s1600/Untitled-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIiziOFQNpI/AAAAAAAABjA/t0QCiupPubg/s400/Untitled-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514855144192226962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizhy1YYpI/AAAAAAAABi4/C34JxSB3pek/s1600/Untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizhy1YYpI/AAAAAAAABi4/C34JxSB3pek/s400/Untitled-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514855136877896338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizhWWiqQI/AAAAAAAABiw/bBnYPUar4ic/s1600/Untitled-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizhWWiqQI/AAAAAAAABiw/bBnYPUar4ic/s400/Untitled-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514855129232353538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.newlook.com/"&gt;NewLook&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://topshop.co.uk/"&gt;Topshop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now I know these aren't suitable to be worn in Malaysia but it's absolutely necessary when attending college. It is so freaking cold that if I ever left my jackets and cardigans at home, I'll end up borrowing someone else's. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;One of the reasons why I love college is because of the 'NO Uniform' policy. I love walking from one corner to another and seeing vivid colours across the corridors. And when it comes to shoes, there are plenty of high heels and cute boots! The freedom to mix and match your everyday outfit ist wunderbar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8856962924139011802?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8856962924139011802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8856962924139011802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8856962924139011802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8856962924139011802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/09/current-clothing-obsession.html' title='Current Clothing Obsession'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIizyCuPUnI/AAAAAAAABjg/UP3c1puHd-k/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2030106248701107665</id><published>2010-09-07T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:03:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To remember:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIXHVV710EI/AAAAAAAABiI/Qx6rMr2ffPc/s1600/IMG_1060.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIXHVV710EI/AAAAAAAABiI/Qx6rMr2ffPc/s400/IMG_1060.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514032488264355906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PLEASE STEP OFF, BITCH. THANK YOU.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2030106248701107665?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2030106248701107665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2030106248701107665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2030106248701107665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2030106248701107665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-remember.html' title='To remember:'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TIXHVV710EI/AAAAAAAABiI/Qx6rMr2ffPc/s72-c/IMG_1060.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-3887554871196603583</id><published>2010-09-03T20:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:02:59.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 Broken but it's okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I do not see the point in expressing my issues to anyone, not even a single friend because NO, I do not feel better afterwards. I understand that each and every one of you are very understanding and thoughtful but that does not mean I should waste five to ten minutes of your lives by bragging about my misery. I mean it's a 5-10 minutes that you will never get back so don't waste your time because time is limited.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But just bear in mind that I am glad to know that most of you care. However, stop asking&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"WHY, WHAT'S WRONG? OMG, ARE YOU OKAY?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, I am okay, nothing is wrong and I do not have a reason to support my action. Those were happy tears didn't you see? Don't call it bullshit, what was I supposed to say? Tell you the truth? Haha NO. Most of you know that &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am never going to actually explain because it seems to be completely pointless and pathetic.  Therefore, give it time. It may take a while but I will feel slightly better and that is all that matters, okay? :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O fucking K. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-3887554871196603583?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/3887554871196603583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=3887554871196603583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3887554871196603583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3887554871196603583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/09/12-broken-but-its-okay.html' title='1/2 Broken but it&apos;s okay.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-7957545843838945360</id><published>2010-09-02T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:22:39.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths can be so funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TH9syRihJAI/AAAAAAAABh8/Lq0tGwBhNDU/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TH9syRihJAI/AAAAAAAABh8/Lq0tGwBhNDU/s400/IMG_1026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512244079882216450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I could not stop laughing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-7957545843838945360?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/7957545843838945360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=7957545843838945360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7957545843838945360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7957545843838945360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/09/maths-can-be-so-funny.html' title='Maths can be so funny!'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TH9syRihJAI/AAAAAAAABh8/Lq0tGwBhNDU/s72-c/IMG_1026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-6416159592654816762</id><published>2010-08-30T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:38:13.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I need to,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KEEP CALM &amp;amp; CARRY ON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or more likely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHILL THE FUCK OUT &amp;amp; CALM THE FUCK DOWN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-6416159592654816762?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/6416159592654816762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=6416159592654816762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6416159592654816762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6416159592654816762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-i-need-to.html' title='Sometimes I need to,'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-6428343025040846683</id><published>2010-08-29T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:07:11.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressing my life in two paragraphs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I fear the acceptance of defeat. Yet, it is inevitable and the road to success is untraceable. Everyone, everyone but me has reached to the highest peak of the mountain and here I am, crawling from a thousand miles away begging to stand by their side. I am held back by these invisible obstacles and every move I make is always a mistake. I cannot figure out the riddle nor do I know what should be done. All that is left is faith although it does not glow any brighter than a blurred shadow in the path of darkness. My dreams begins to drift away as I try my best to recapture them and follow what I believe is best. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A new journey arises departing from the past. I am awake and my mind is set. My aims are clear and they were not created to disappear. Reality brought me back to live as I realize the only way to succeed is to strive. Believing is not enough if I am not willing to solve the puzzle. These mistakes, solutions are meant to be unravelled. Competitors should not make me feel intimidated instead the opposite. It does not matter that I will never be as good as they are but as long as I do not take a step backwards, I can only hope to get as far. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've never believed those who said my writing skills was 'good' even 'great' because my result tend to highly disagree and it shatters my heart completely to more than a million pieces, I am not even kidding. It hurts. Bad. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-6428343025040846683?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/6428343025040846683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=6428343025040846683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6428343025040846683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6428343025040846683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/08/expressing-my-life-in-two-paragraphs.html' title='Expressing my life in two paragraphs.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-6969381306407614057</id><published>2010-08-27T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:36:55.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, it's over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I fucked my life. Not that I gave a damn about it nor did I even think about giving a shit. I shouldn't keep telling myself that things can change because it never will. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-6969381306407614057?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/6969381306407614057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=6969381306407614057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6969381306407614057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6969381306407614057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/08/okay-its-over.html' title='Okay, it&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-4543447564617253055</id><published>2010-08-22T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:01:51.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, ooh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tattoos:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/THDl_-uDQFI/AAAAAAAABg4/BKev7eh5MV4/s320/IMG_1049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508155231604785234" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/THDmAxcXRdI/AAAAAAAABhQ/kqUByETdRH8/s320/IMG_1021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508155245220808146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zippers and laces:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/THDmAfXUWvI/AAAAAAAABhI/IK6d8itzlPY/s1600/alexmiller11:%250A%250A(via+cartoonstyles)%250Agod+%C3%A7_%C3%A7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/THDmAFhL_DI/AAAAAAAABhA/L76JoAzEib0/s1600/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/THDmAFhL_DI/AAAAAAAABhA/L76JoAzEib0/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508155233429879858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/THDmAfXUWvI/AAAAAAAABhI/IK6d8itzlPY/s320/alexmiller11:%250A%250A(via+cartoonstyles)%250Agod+%C3%A7_%C3%A7.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508155240367807218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/THDmAFhL_DI/AAAAAAAABhA/L76JoAzEib0/s1600/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;German:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/THDmBRftzzI/AAAAAAAABhY/wqrWJItXWtQ/s320/tumblr_l6zim7Hmlp1qc7cclo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508155253824802610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish to be in an Art school, not now but someday. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-4543447564617253055?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/4543447564617253055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=4543447564617253055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/4543447564617253055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/4543447564617253055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/08/pictures-ooh.html' title='Pictures, ooh.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/THDl_-uDQFI/AAAAAAAABg4/BKev7eh5MV4/s72-c/IMG_1049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-7484431347822861855</id><published>2010-08-18T20:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:41:04.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very thin ice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS RAZAAN!! :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, I got in Ed Board, the design department, more towards blog designing. Yeah, HTML/CSS for me. I spent most of my free hours in school drawing portraits of people I've never met because college lacks art. I can't stress that enough. Despite the fact that I'd avoid art classes back in high school, I really do miss it. Hence, I'd sit alone, plug in my earphones and allow time to past by. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psychology gets worse every time a new chapter begins. To a point whereby I was drawing Tom, Bill, Georg and Gustav until.. &lt;i&gt;"Blablablablabla... Harisha, do you agree with the statement?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; ._.&lt;/span&gt; Well of course I agree. When in doubt, the answer's always a &lt;i&gt;"Yes, most definitely.&lt;/i&gt;" No, but I wasn't paying attention and if I answered "No," I'd have to give an explanation towards the end. But several videos played in class are entertaining.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-7484431347822861855?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/7484431347822861855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=7484431347822861855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7484431347822861855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7484431347822861855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-thin-ice.html' title='Very thin ice.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-602238427353630601</id><published>2010-08-15T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:43:15.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five years ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today marks the day of 'Durch Den Monsun'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is so cute:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQaF7LoK4j0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQaF7LoK4j0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will forever be my favourite song. Brings back memories from May 1st. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Durch Den Monsun LIVE, life made. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-602238427353630601?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/602238427353630601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=602238427353630601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/602238427353630601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/602238427353630601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-years-ago.html' title='Five years ago..'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-6617824605837993137</id><published>2010-08-14T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:27:50.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Union Jack Collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thought I'd show you it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A pair of shoes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGaV_usiiFI/AAAAAAAABf4/gjf0SqZ23HM/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505252516606150738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;iPhone case:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGaWAP_0JvI/AAAAAAAABgA/eFZVD6c2UKc/s320/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505252525545367282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best 17th birthday gift ever although I do love each and every single gifts received, thanks everyone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGaWAvzstGI/AAAAAAAABgI/d29xu_gXZ5c/s320/DSC00631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505252534084482146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tees &amp;amp; Tank Top:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGaZdHZsnpI/AAAAAAAABgo/w6C-7s-R2O8/s1600/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGaZdHZsnpI/AAAAAAAABgo/w6C-7s-R2O8/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505256319989096082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGaZcqZwIKI/AAAAAAAABgg/7ttsIjW6Bng/s1600/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGaZcqZwIKI/AAAAAAAABgg/7ttsIjW6Bng/s320/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505256312204697762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGaWBU2usRI/AAAAAAAABgY/IhfGFDyGbas/s1600/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGaWBU2usRI/AAAAAAAABgY/IhfGFDyGbas/s320/DSC00657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505252544029307154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGaWAzTSMKI/AAAAAAAABgQ/-_e6aQqa3tI/s1600/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGaWAzTSMKI/AAAAAAAABgQ/-_e6aQqa3tI/s320/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505252535022268578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;JSYK&lt;/span&gt;, I do have more than just seven Union Jack designed items. Keychains, scarf. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-6617824605837993137?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/6617824605837993137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=6617824605837993137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6617824605837993137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6617824605837993137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/08/union-jack-collection.html' title='Union Jack Collection'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGaV_usiiFI/AAAAAAAABf4/gjf0SqZ23HM/s72-c/DSC00609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5538130973987184361</id><published>2010-08-11T18:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:20:43.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambiguity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGKVKRKONnI/AAAAAAAABfw/6B23JN9zcpM/s1600/38174_142236085804934_124189630942913_325255_7652275_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need to start selecting my words very wisely before it's being said. Being interested in a particular person might either mean I'd like to befriend them or to be in a relationship. I think it might be odd to say that I'm interested to get to know a few of my friends because they remind me of my elder brother. Strange? I think so. But as I observe, their level of interest happens to be very similar and even their physical appearances, there's a bit of mix-match. But like I've said before, everyone in college reminds me of a someone in existence. The more I get to know them, the validity increases which is interesting in a way how you can relate the ones you know with the ones you've just met.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Although, "interested" could also imply that I'd like to start a relationship. I feel like a judge applying Statutory Interpretation in this situation. But the main idea I have in mind is to get to know everyone as much as possible to understand what I shouldn't do to violate their rights. I might have offended a classmate without even knowing it was offensive to them. HOWEVER, if we were to speak of being &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Interested-interested. Interested in depth. He's so fascinating, I'm so interested'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;, then I do have someone in mind and no, he isn't one of my classmates. But apart from that, I'm only 'interested' with the rest. Never using the word again unless &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'He's so fascinating, I'm so interested,'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, if you must know. He's a decent looking shy guy with such a cute style of clothing, more towards &lt;u&gt;"I don't care, I'm wearing this T-shirt and jeans even though I'm skinny and tall."&lt;/u&gt; And when he speaks or smile, too cute!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And yes, you are:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGKVKRKONnI/AAAAAAAABfw/6B23JN9zcpM/s320/38174_142236085804934_124189630942913_325255_7652275_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504125698237675122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So Hübsch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5538130973987184361?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5538130973987184361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5538130973987184361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5538130973987184361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5538130973987184361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/08/ambiguity.html' title='Ambiguity.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TGKVKRKONnI/AAAAAAAABfw/6B23JN9zcpM/s72-c/38174_142236085804934_124189630942913_325255_7652275_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8417874828011607556</id><published>2010-08-06T15:14:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:02:55.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current life described in .gif</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been stuck in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=billbed.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/billbed.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for four consecutive days feeling &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Hairstroke.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/Hairstroke.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not only are pills difficult to swallow &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but all it ever does is put me to &lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thsleep.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/thsleep.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and the second I'm awake, my head still &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gustav.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/gustav.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  like it was before. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've missed &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tomdrive.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/tomdrive.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to school, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my Editorial Board interview and attending classes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being trapped in my room makes me go  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=billl.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/billl.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I don't even have the energy to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gustav-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/gustav-1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;about.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moreover, it hasn't stopped &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rain.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/rain.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for the past few days and I'm like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bill.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/bill.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So then as I lay in bed trying to contact my friends via text only to find out that my service provider is currently facing errors &lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=billturn.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/billturn.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am hoping to recover by tonight from the overdose of drugs in order to prepare for my Psychology test on Monday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hence, I'll be able to &lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thdance.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/thdance.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with my friends throughout next week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8417874828011607556?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8417874828011607556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8417874828011607556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8417874828011607556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8417874828011607556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-been-in-for-past-four-days-feeling.html' title='Current life described in .gif'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-4060737693413055221</id><published>2010-08-03T21:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:34:31.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you have to stop at nothing for living your own life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFgZPkjrKrI/AAAAAAAABeo/e2E9Oyq7S5U/s1600/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFgZPkjrKrI/AAAAAAAABeo/e2E9Oyq7S5U/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501174700135099058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JSYK, Most of my ISHTL refers to &lt;u&gt;Georg&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;College&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;LAW&lt;/u&gt;. It's clearly written on the very first page of my diary &lt;i&gt;(when bored)&lt;/i&gt;/notebook &lt;i&gt;(when paying attention in class)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sverr To Gott&lt;/span&gt;, as I flip through pages of my lecture notes, streams of negative thoughts flow through my mind. Just thinking about college makes it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;SHTL&lt;/span&gt;. I can't exactly drop-out, where will I end up? Wherever life takes me, no. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Do you regret taking Law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; "Every second of my life ever since it began,"&lt;/span&gt; I replied.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Too bad, decisions are fixed. Deal with it, Harisha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-4060737693413055221?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/4060737693413055221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=4060737693413055221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/4060737693413055221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/4060737693413055221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-you-have-to-stop-at-nothing.html' title='Sometimes you have to stop at nothing for living your own life.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFgZPkjrKrI/AAAAAAAABeo/e2E9Oyq7S5U/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2302939708467509847</id><published>2010-08-02T19:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T12:12:40.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WANT, WANT, AND MEHR WANT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Das geld. Das bargeld.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been the type of person who spends the very last cent. I'd say I've been influenced by Shay Carl whereby in one of his videos he talked about spending money as it comes and goes. Why save when you can spend it all on the things you long for? However, it hits you there and then that the money recently spent are for the things you want and not for the things you actually need. Therefore, it's a momentum feeling whereby you feel glad you've purchased them but after a certain period of time, were you as happy as you were when you hand in your money to the cashier? Nein. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the past month, I've been spending more than I should be. Just because college started that doesn't give me the right to abuse all the cash whenever and however I can. Well, technically I could since it's been given to me but I'm never going to obtain the things that I desire if this goes on. Thus, I've sort of - kind of - maybe not - but I'm trying to.. put an end to this idiosyncrasy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(Currently) DESPERATELY WANT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. A digital piano. It's been ten long years since I've wanted one and I believe it's the best musical instrument in existence and I'm not allowed to have one unless I purchase it with my own money because I'm not even encourage to play musical instruments since I should be focusing on my studies and I don't even have time for visual arts. Okay, I'm done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ISHTL. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;2. A Visa Card. For all my online spending in order to purchase Tokio Hotel Merchandises and Union Jack items. That's about it really because I'm not allowed to use the credit card and I've always wanted one since Year 9 but age restriction is completely pointless but I've finally found a company which allows this to be done. I am suspecting December! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. German classes. I'm not even kidding this is serious business. My interest began from a YouTube video and now, I'd like to be able to understand his entire German YT channel because it seems to be that people are having more fun when speaking in their own language and I have been neglecting it since forever. Hence, having proper study materials will improvise my basic skills tremendously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2302939708467509847?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2302939708467509847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2302939708467509847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2302939708467509847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2302939708467509847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/08/want-want-and-mehr-want.html' title='WANT, WANT, AND MEHR WANT.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-1023557230610012075</id><published>2010-07-31T12:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T18:24:43.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ulu Yam Waterfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main objective of this outing: To have FUN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why else would we go to a waterfall and not enjoy ourselves? Examine the underwater living organisms instead? Nein. My Psychology lecturer is in charge of the Sky Adventure club which I signed up for but this outdoor adventure was mainly conducted for HS7, HS8 and January Intake. ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crossing bridge:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFOnIeX-ZbI/AAAAAAAABc4/WS0c5spvCmI/s320/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499923333983921586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ran, walked across the bridge. Swung it left to right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I happened to be the first one to slip into the cold, cold water but it wasn't a bother since we'll have to get in anyways. However, I was concerned about my digital camera because we all know that digital devices aren't compatible with water unless if it's waterproof or wrapped in a waterproof case, something which needs to be invested on. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;In all honesty, I hated the fact that the rocks were extremely moist and jagged. It kills! Or at least it left a ton of bruises. I had to balance myself while walking across the river as the current flowing was rather fast-moving and I am not capable of swimming. Even though I wanted to be thought to float, I didn't have the courage to lay on my back and relax while the water flows.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; "It's not very deep over there. All you have to do is lay down with your arms spread and just relax,"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; said Nadiah and I thought, that may lead to instant death. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spaß:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPsxV7V1kI/AAAAAAAABdA/RCN2JWSXOfQ/s320/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499999902393292354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPszempwEI/AAAAAAAABdg/o7r2BPI9eI0/s1600/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPugphgb2I/AAAAAAAABdo/tGtvVxc70j4/s320/DSC00588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500001814619123554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPszempwEI/AAAAAAAABdg/o7r2BPI9eI0/s320/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499999939082174530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPsyw47sEI/AAAAAAAABdY/FHJt4MQAdPs/s1600/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPsyX_PwqI/AAAAAAAABdQ/t20oTTcoZp0/s1600/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPsyX_PwqI/AAAAAAAABdQ/t20oTTcoZp0/s320/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499999920126411426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPsx5DaGrI/AAAAAAAABdI/9CIDBGr6OCc/s1600/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would have taken more than 26 pictures but I didn't want to wreck my camera. :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Viel Spaß: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPuhkULbNI/AAAAAAAABd4/MamATK3deJk/s320/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500001830400912594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPsyw47sEI/AAAAAAAABdY/FHJt4MQAdPs/s1600/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPsyw47sEI/AAAAAAAABdY/FHJt4MQAdPs/s320/DSC00589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499999926810816578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPsyX_PwqI/AAAAAAAABdQ/t20oTTcoZp0/s1600/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPsyX_PwqI/AAAAAAAABdQ/t20oTTcoZp0/s1600/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPsyX_PwqI/AAAAAAAABdQ/t20oTTcoZp0/s1600/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPuikMVVtI/AAAAAAAABeI/mwPQirg3ZVY/s1600/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPuikMVVtI/AAAAAAAABeI/mwPQirg3ZVY/s320/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500001847547877074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPuiJbgI-I/AAAAAAAABeA/kGRxuUd2HKI/s1600/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPuiJbgI-I/AAAAAAAABeA/kGRxuUd2HKI/s320/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500001840363742178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFPvf6hrMdI/AAAAAAAABeQ/uFuGnOU8ttA/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500002901514990034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After several hours of school and an hour journey up the mountain, the trip was fun. Next week, Inception! Loving Psychology.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-1023557230610012075?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/1023557230610012075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=1023557230610012075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1023557230610012075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1023557230610012075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/ulu-yam-waterfall.html' title='Ulu Yam Waterfall'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TFOnIeX-ZbI/AAAAAAAABc4/WS0c5spvCmI/s72-c/DSC00569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-7717325454080453046</id><published>2010-07-26T19:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:15:26.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si Won! Endlich.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since 2004 - Forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TE14sXvoTjI/AAAAAAAABcA/WpspfB6tXL0/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498183423772610098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TE14sm9-_wI/AAAAAAAABcI/gYCrpEwQnr4/s320/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498183427859349250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TE14tTyFwNI/AAAAAAAABcQ/FgU1DQnm_hc/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498183439889055954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TE14t6qfQzI/AAAAAAAABcY/gaE73ZMbMn8/s320/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498183450326156082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TE14sXvoTjI/AAAAAAAABcA/WpspfB6tXL0/s1600/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TE14uc-b0rI/AAAAAAAABcg/2kaea31Y0CY/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498183459536622258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TE17WGdzmtI/AAAAAAAABcw/S9RSy1ypNfo/s400/DSC00433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498186339712211666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Love my Best Friend For Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-7717325454080453046?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/7717325454080453046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=7717325454080453046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7717325454080453046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7717325454080453046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-won-endlich.html' title='Si Won! Endlich.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TE14sXvoTjI/AAAAAAAABcA/WpspfB6tXL0/s72-c/DSC00498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2352363857441713020</id><published>2010-07-23T14:58:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:42:15.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Müde.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's writte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;n:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TEsIQXsJV5I/AAAAAAAABb4/a4QtIdBa_cs/s320/IMG_1023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497496847465928594" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(German) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why and how are we here? We live, we die and everything disappear. Our goodbyes never said and our lies to be heard. So confused, lost. Why is everything so difficult?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(French) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Written by Christianna.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(German)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; The sun no longer shines and summer passes by. A new season begins, goodbye misery.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I shouldn't have judged everyone with one eye open. The moment I turned 17, I realized who were worth fighting for and who weren't. I don't understand why I've wasted so much time and effort to those who don't give a fuck. Even if they do, its bound to be forgotten. It actually make sense when I'm told not to be too nice with everyone because in the end, our personality reflect one another. It's been a confusing week and I don't know who to rely on anymore. One says they're nice, the other says they aren't. Who am I suppose to trust? My instincts, right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the other hand, thank you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christianna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Farah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;! At first, I was reluctant to hear what &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; had to say because she was unsure if it should be told or not. At that point, obviously it didn't sound very pleasant but when I heard it, I'm really glad people like them exist. I was on the verge of tears when it was said but I wouldn't want to cry in public or in college. I still can't believe &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; actually did that! Its great to know the existence of amazing beings.  I appreciate it greatly! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, what a good week of school! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2352363857441713020?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2352363857441713020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2352363857441713020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2352363857441713020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2352363857441713020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-written-german-why-and-how-are-we.html' title='Müde.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TEsIQXsJV5I/AAAAAAAABb4/a4QtIdBa_cs/s72-c/IMG_1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5058659442770413665</id><published>2010-07-21T19:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:48:58.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, SRSLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;That's the way:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TEbqq3_F_dI/AAAAAAAABbw/TLVPcFutobY/s400/133045069.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496338417556258258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;College issue #1:&lt;/span&gt; Almost every college friend reminds me of people I already know. Fairview friends in particular. Good and bad. I'm not even kidding. This is, Serious Business. :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;OMG, ISHTL RN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRB, NEED TO LEARN MEDITATION IN PSYCHOLOGY CLASS. Omm..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5058659442770413665?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5058659442770413665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5058659442770413665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5058659442770413665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5058659442770413665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-srsly.html' title='OMG, SRSLY.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TEbqq3_F_dI/AAAAAAAABbw/TLVPcFutobY/s72-c/133045069.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-1101658340061294686</id><published>2010-07-20T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:06:07.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;G Bitte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would love to meet &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/span&gt; in person.. again! :) However, there are certain barriers I have to get through. Since the 'Meet N Greet' passes are limited, the competition gets tough which means I need to step it up a notch. For the past two days, I've been straining my eyes, wrist and brain in order to capture the slightest time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22 seconds, good improvement:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TEWLG3Fmd0I/AAAAAAAABbg/pqDPqENBjos/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495951870258476866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21 seconds, you can do better:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TEWLGK8b9iI/AAAAAAAABbQ/4iIcCt6CD84/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495951858408879650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20 seconds, keep practising:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TEWLGsJkziI/AAAAAAAABbY/wK0haflKk9E/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495951867322355234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 seconds, YAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TEWLHf0HBCI/AAAAAAAABbo/kXLhJlZ1Bok/s400/132587904.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495951881190966306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 207px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I completed 10/10 in 15 seconds.. twice actually. From what I've read so far, the timer must not exceed 15 seconds, which means 15 seconds or below is needed to qualify. Although it may be uncertain. I managed to score in 15 seconds by staring directly at the computer screen until the headache kicks in. My free hours at school is being utilized by completing this challenge. Every comment left in the comment section is a symbol of motivation. Yes, I am motivated to persevere until I am satisfied with my performance. Besides I have five more days before the competition ends which means, work, work, work. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's terrible I know because I should be completing essays and assignments instead right? I do actually, even though half of the time I'm only required to read and understand. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;17 in two days.&lt;/span&gt; All I need is for July to turn out amazingly until the very last day. It would be the best birthday present ever. Though, you don't always get what you want. BUT, since July has been very generous for the past three weeks, I do hope that the last two weeks would turn out better than I could ever expect. &lt;i&gt;Cliche was what I was going after. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haha. But in all seriousness, after the incident last Wednesday, I wouldn't want to go through another permanent mental scarring. Hence, July please be awesome!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-1101658340061294686?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/1101658340061294686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=1101658340061294686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1101658340061294686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1101658340061294686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/m-bitte.html' title='M&amp;G Bitte!'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TEWLG3Fmd0I/AAAAAAAABbg/pqDPqENBjos/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5665338836913279440</id><published>2010-07-16T16:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:36:38.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY, Meine Kunst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just when I thought my art wasn't being appreciated, I realize that the Twitter 'retweet' button do come in handy! For instance, I realized &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;this today:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TEA1TxltDCI/AAAAAAAABao/AbqdqwwAaaI/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494450159237270562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know, seven months later! But I'm glad that he's seen it and retweeted it which instantly made my day. It was because of his portrait, I started sketching more often. :) One guy leads to another.. It's true since I do not draw females. Well, I do. When only if they are a friend of mine but I'll end up disliking it and thus it goes in the trash can. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But yes! He's seen it, retweeted it. I feel like I should draw a Georg II since the previous one was done on lined-paper. The only YouTuber which got me interested in learning German retweeted the sketch! Yes, I am excited when I should have been seven months ago. But it's always better late than never. Apparently, I still don't understand his German channel or his tweets, BUT I'm working on it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do I have a feeling that he's visited my blog at least once? Even though I know he hasn't or will never. But look:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 38px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TEA1Tid8K7I/AAAAAAAABag/DDsm99LmI_k/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494450155178175410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's got it on his blog as well!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glücklich Freitag. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5665338836913279440?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5665338836913279440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5665338836913279440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5665338836913279440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5665338836913279440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay-meine-kunst.html' title='YAY, Meine Kunst.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TEA1TxltDCI/AAAAAAAABao/AbqdqwwAaaI/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8875773267607114105</id><published>2010-07-15T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:02:01.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XPax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How lovely:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TD73WXyWuEI/AAAAAAAABaI/nDlIjCqfMxs/s320/MTV.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494100559152986178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One XZone Pass and..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TD73Wr35RvI/AAAAAAAABaQ/asTEZEdXoEE/s320/mtv2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494100564544931570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two normal MTV Worldstage Tickets!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;XZone Layout:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TD73XY4veWI/AAAAAAAABaY/iQwIt_ppqbw/s320/promo_mtvworldstage_xzone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494100576628078946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look at the XZone area, it's front row! I'm only doing this for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/span&gt;, I suppose other artists would be awesome as well. However, since I've only won one XZone Pass, I have urged my brother to join in and I do hope he wins it too so that he'll be able to enjoy live performances by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bunkface&lt;/span&gt;..and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/span&gt;! :) Yet again, my mum was reluctant about this upcoming concert because it's a concert. But since I told her that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/span&gt; will be performing, she obviously said yes. Inevitably, Hidayat will be in college next week which means there will be trouble. Whatever it is, I'd like to attend the Worldstage with Hidayat and a few others. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apart from that, I'll be 17 in 7 days which means, birthday present which means, I'm allowed to use it and purchase &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/span&gt; merchandise. Especially their latest Humanoid Live DVD Tour!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;THANK YOU XPAX! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8875773267607114105?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8875773267607114105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8875773267607114105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8875773267607114105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8875773267607114105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/xpax.html' title='XPax'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TD73WXyWuEI/AAAAAAAABaI/nDlIjCqfMxs/s72-c/MTV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5199234207931307424</id><published>2010-07-12T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T17:20:14.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third week is going to get hectic since we'll be having tests towards the end. I'm turning 17 in TEN DAYS and I do hope I'll get to see my high school friends. Apart from that, life's been mentally tiring with the college schedule and sketching period is limited. boo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeremy Young &amp;amp; Johannes L:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDrd_4YzD4I/AAAAAAAABaA/sNlTNfwT_uo/s320/Jeremy+Young+and+Johannes+Linder.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492946785069633410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I NEED TO DRAW JEREMY YOUNG II.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5199234207931307424?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5199234207931307424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5199234207931307424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5199234207931307424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5199234207931307424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/third-week-is-going-to-get-hectic-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDrd_4YzD4I/AAAAAAAABaA/sNlTNfwT_uo/s72-c/Jeremy+Young+and+Johannes+Linder.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8425177170127604148</id><published>2010-07-11T19:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:30:29.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liebe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was on your blog the other day and you had the musical black box on your first page so..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDmujTfou9I/AAAAAAAABZ4/iTAEf2QH2Go/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492613142106651602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warum Nicht richtig? ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seriously, it's been almost eleven months since I started learning German and I've been trapped on the basic level. It's so frustrating that I still can't understand your German YT channel/blog. :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8425177170127604148?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8425177170127604148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8425177170127604148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8425177170127604148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8425177170127604148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/liebe.html' title='Liebe'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDmujTfou9I/AAAAAAAABZ4/iTAEf2QH2Go/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-3013047548575499831</id><published>2010-07-09T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:03:52.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete models. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been &lt;/b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;slacking &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;b&gt; working on two sketches of models and it's still incomplete.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Johannes L:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDc3P7a9zUI/AAAAAAAABZo/wQ2EVjpSTB0/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491919017389968706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue-eyed Johannes because pencil sketches are TEDIOUS and I'm unsure whether I should colour pencil/paint it or sketch like I always do. I NEED TO KNOW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cesar C:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDc3QII5YUI/AAAAAAAABZw/8YdPyy80yiM/s320/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491919020803842370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing to be impressed about since I started drawing Cesar as soon as I completed the sketch of Johannes. But check out Cesar Casier's blog &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecesarsalad.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; whereby he speaks about the vending machines in Japan. Just like the vending machines in college but not as cool. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Auch, bin Ich der Sekretär des Sports Council. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-3013047548575499831?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/3013047548575499831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=3013047548575499831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3013047548575499831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3013047548575499831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/incomplete-models.html' title='Incomplete models. :('/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDc3P7a9zUI/AAAAAAAABZo/wQ2EVjpSTB0/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8727403676312500565</id><published>2010-07-08T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:26:58.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;4 days of college and I must have not done something right. It's the second week since orientation and all I need to do is memorize, read, attend class. It comes to a point whereby books aren't needed, well they are but for 'partial' references only although it depends on the students. Mine are kept in the locker and notes written in class are pointless. I'd still end up sketching portraits of Johannes L and Cesar C anyways. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8727403676312500565?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8727403676312500565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8727403676312500565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8727403676312500565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8727403676312500565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/4-days-of-college-and-i-must-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-6397912344194299042</id><published>2010-07-06T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:51:42.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I won't be able to continue with the 30 days challenges because of the amount of work I have to do for college. LAW requires memorizing, Psychology is still fun and Economics is BS in depth. Bis später.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-6397912344194299042?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/6397912344194299042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=6397912344194299042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6397912344194299042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6397912344194299042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wont-be-able-to-continue-with-30-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8127177425183788165</id><published>2010-07-05T17:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:05:05.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of College!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A day before college started, streams of negative thoughts entered my mind. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"What if.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Although I knew I should not have over think about the situation. The frigid air clung onto my skin as I step forward into the campus. I was impressed with the student login system, such technological improvements! I was glad to finally see my high school friends again and I felt afraid of approaching new ones. Classes began at 8.30am whereby I was accompanied by my high school and new friends. There was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sherynne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Chris&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt; and many more names I'll be remembering throughout 18 months of college. Everyone were really friendly. From new classmates to lecturers and the principal! &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Welcome aboard,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; said the principal. How lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember my lecturer's names yet so I'll refer to them as &lt;i&gt;Ms&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Mr&lt;/i&gt; followed by the subject's that I've chosen. Thinking Skills was in session for the first hour and I have to say, attending college for the first time and having &lt;b&gt;Mr. Thinking Skills&lt;/b&gt; educating the class was great. There I met Nick who was nice enough to introduce himself. I didn't have to move for the first three hours because my classes were held in room e18. Law began on the second hour and I didn't enjoy it at all. &lt;b&gt;Ms. Law&lt;/b&gt; did not entertain whispering in class, not that I uttered a word or anything and the subject speaks for itself. Moving on with Psychology,&lt;b&gt; Mr. Psychology&lt;/b&gt; was by far the best lecturers yet. The class was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDHf7O1ew1I/AAAAAAAABZY/6Q6I2t9V1w4/s400/3604781659_b4c25da01c.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490415629429031762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"The campus is so cold! Why is the college so cold?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I asked &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ms. Aizura&lt;/span&gt; and yes that's her name and not a subject, that should be obvious. She's in charge of the student administration along with Mr. Wong whom are really friendly. Everyone is! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;"To prepare you for when you study overseas,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ms. Aizura&lt;/span&gt; responded. I smiled because it did make sense. Several classes are labelled with Roman Numerals and the best part is, I can't read them. But I'll get use to it eventually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ms. Literature &lt;/b&gt;seemed really kind but just like every other Literature class throughout junior and middle school, I've never liked it and hence I've decided to drop the subject by tomorrow and study Economics instead. Literature is about understanding and interpreting the materials given and I've never liked doing that, I gave it a try and it made me feel uncomfortable. But the students were courageous as they tried their best to present their interpretation towards the class. I was amazed because honestly, that is something I'm not capable of doing even if I tried and don't tell me to try harder, it's Literature. Apart from that Literature class wasn't so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hung out with &lt;i&gt;Early&lt;/i&gt; today during our free period in the library along with &lt;i&gt;Aaron J&lt;/i&gt;. I was having serious doubts about Economics but they helped strengthen my decision. I love the fact that college brought us closer unlike how we were in high school. Selecting friends is necessary at this point and I haven't spoken to everyone yet. Also, you're allowed to talk and sleep in the library which is pretty much interesting. It isn't as restricted as I thought it was going to be but the sleeping part, very interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to use the vending machines, library check out station, the iZone and many more. The shopping mall connected to the campus is very convenient. I appreciate everyone's company today and I loved the environment. I shouldn't have even think about it since I had a great day. However, I felt a tinge of sadness and I felt like crying because it reminded me of kindergarten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above all, it was a tiring yet fun first day in college! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleeping area.. Though I wouldn't do that. Drawing area! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDHe3tcsbII/AAAAAAAABZQ/qPdAMhuywKQ/s400/b_p14Loy.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490414469415464066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 245px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vending machine's on each floor, haven't used one yet!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDHikAiBOlI/AAAAAAAABZg/YUgYw2ZTBbQ/s400/taylors_hartamas03.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490418528987200082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks to my high school friends and seniors: Ming Hui, Van Anh, Early, Viktor, Noman and Julian. Thanks to my new friends as well! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8127177425183788165?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8127177425183788165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8127177425183788165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8127177425183788165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8127177425183788165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-day-of-college.html' title='First Day of College!'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDHf7O1ew1I/AAAAAAAABZY/6Q6I2t9V1w4/s72-c/3604781659_b4c25da01c.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-107316991278975287</id><published>2010-07-04T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:21:42.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Your favourite book.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although I haven't completed reading, it's a great book! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDCI60ZOcKI/AAAAAAAABY4/BcehRZdfla0/s320/pro_625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490038489842872482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Your sibling (or closest relative).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hidayat because he cares. He really does and I'm glad he's my elder brother. It may seem that we don't talk much around friends in school but they don't actually know how close we are. Thanks for cheering me up when I'm in doubt. Those words of encouragement brought tears to my eyes! How dare you! Haha, I'm just kidding. It did brought tears to my eyes knowing that you care so much about me and therefore, thank you. Now that I won't be seeing you around so often, I hope you have a splendid time in college, love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Your favourite radio/video interview.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9XT86UJJ9o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9XT86UJJ9o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/full/33769489?access_key=key-1ra7loa4copocbct9o03"&gt;30 Days (Challenge)&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/33769731/30-DAYS-Letter"&gt;30 Days (Letter)&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/33782502/30-DAYS-Tokio-Hotel"&gt;30 Days (Tokio Hotel)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-107316991278975287?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/107316991278975287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=107316991278975287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/107316991278975287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/107316991278975287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4.html' title='DAY 4'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TDCI60ZOcKI/AAAAAAAABY4/BcehRZdfla0/s72-c/pro_625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-6480980536713754658</id><published>2010-07-03T15:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:13:25.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; Your favourite television programme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"There's 104 days of summer vacation.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TC8NWYBLAXI/AAAAAAAABYw/loIFU7Huql8/s320/61IamfBWvcL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489621148843573618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best there is on TV! Watching an episode without laughing is impossible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Your parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother, father.. THANK YOU SO MUCH! For the love you've provided throughout seventeen years of my life. I am thoroughly thankful to be a part of this family and even though most of the time I tend to argue with either one or both of you, I plead guilty for being juvenile. I don't understand how you are able to tolerate my behavior because I have always thought that soon enough I will be kicked out of the house for causing too much frustration. Thankfully, you have the patience to keep me sheltered through rain or shine. Through the good and bad times we have faced, I would always love you! I would always end my prayers with "I'll love you to death." But that doesn't sound very pleasant. Instead, "I'll love you to infinity and beyond." Always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Picture of your favourite award that Tokio Hotel has won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TC8NViNnvTI/AAAAAAAABYo/0_bHandgCEI/s320/4091208613_a0f7cf3f94_b.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489621134400273714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/full/33769489?access_key=key-1ra7loa4copocbct9o03"&gt;30 Days (Challenge)&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/33769731/30-DAYS-Letter"&gt;30 Days (Letter)&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/33782502/30-DAYS-Tokio-Hotel"&gt;30 Days (Tokio Hotel)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-6480980536713754658?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/6480980536713754658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=6480980536713754658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6480980536713754658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6480980536713754658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-3.html' title='DAY 3'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TC8NWYBLAXI/AAAAAAAABYw/loIFU7Huql8/s72-c/61IamfBWvcL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-1132394630218652729</id><published>2010-07-02T14:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:00:02.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Your favourite movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OBEN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TC2N6kSyTUI/AAAAAAAABYg/3Z7-j_TSStQ/s320/up325.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489199558148902210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Der beste Film aller Zeiten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Your crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently, nobody in particular. Previously, I would love to hear updates! How have you been? Are you in college? Seriously, where did you go? I can't trace your Facebook profile! I suppose it would help if I remembered your last name. But I hope you are safe and coping well with life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Picture of your favourite G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TC2KMsieZQI/AAAAAAAABYQ/kf9sLEA_gy0/s320/iburpbutterflies:%250A%250A(via+outofmyvulcanmind).jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489195471553324290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/full/33769489?access_key=key-1ra7loa4copocbct9o03"&gt;30 Days (Challenge)&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/33769731/30-DAYS-Letter"&gt;30 Days (Letter)&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/33782502/30-DAYS-Tokio-Hotel"&gt;30 Days (Tokio Hotel)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-1132394630218652729?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/1132394630218652729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=1132394630218652729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1132394630218652729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1132394630218652729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-2.html' title='DAY 2'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TC2N6kSyTUI/AAAAAAAABYg/3Z7-j_TSStQ/s72-c/up325.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8848217347098050766</id><published>2010-07-01T14:20:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:07:22.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Your favourite song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tokio Hotel - "Ich muss durch den monsun.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Letter to your best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey babes(Natasya &amp;amp; Si Won)! I hope the both of you are doing well and enjoying life. I miss the both of you so much! I hope to see Si Won soon and Natasya next year as she will be returning to Malaysia for her summer holidays! It would be lovely to celebrate my eighteen birthday with my best friends and everyone else. I'm glad that we've been best friend for as long as I could recall and we will always be. Thank you both so much for everything you have ever done. Love you and miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Picture of your favourite twin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCxZ5w7HATI/AAAAAAAABYI/QJhPk-r8jnM/s320/751330334,750174656.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488860894778032434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/full/33769489?access_key=key-1ra7loa4copocbct9o03"&gt;30 Days (Challenge)&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/33769731/30-DAYS-Letter"&gt;30 Days (Letter)&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/33782502/30-DAYS-Tokio-Hotel"&gt;30 Days (Tokio Hotel)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8848217347098050766?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8848217347098050766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8848217347098050766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8848217347098050766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8848217347098050766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCxZ5w7HATI/AAAAAAAABYI/QJhPk-r8jnM/s72-c/751330334,750174656.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5248090637773088075</id><published>2010-06-30T12:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:01:44.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye June 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Concerts are something so special, so unique, because for those few hours you can forget everything and everyone who's not at the venue and just let go. It's just you, the crowd, and the band. Nothing else matters when you hear the opening to your favourite song and the emotion overcomes you. I'd live inside a concert, if I could."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;"I wasn't really in love, it was just a crush, sparks fly when we touch, it was just a crush."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Don't you hate it when people make a joke about you, something that you are actually incredibly insecure about. And they don't realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you'd rather forget. But you can't say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They'd know how insecure you really are. So instead you just laugh it off, and hide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"What have I become? My sweetest friend, everyone I know, goes away in the end and you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. If I could start again a million miles away, I would keep myself, I would find a way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5248090637773088075?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5248090637773088075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5248090637773088075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5248090637773088075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5248090637773088075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/06/goodbye-june-2010.html' title='Goodbye June 2010'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8197145450012026275</id><published>2010-06-27T02:00:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:38:08.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TH Loving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advertisements:&lt;/b&gt; Okay, I can explain. I'm slowing turning into..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCdqRjZ7VKI/AAAAAAAABXg/df9u2zYuKpA/s200/tokio-hotel-tokio-hotel-girl-crazy-demotivational-poster-1219929360.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487471520768545954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just kidding, but you never know. Alright, one of the reasons why my blog is completely 'Tokio Hotel' themed is because I am participating in one of their current competition whereby we are required to promote their latest Humanoid City Tour DVD/CD and hence the banners. If you're interested, click on one of the banners to watch the trailer. It's radical! If you're not, you should be. No, but do take a look at it if you like. Which reminds me, I need to get a copy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darkside Of The Sun:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iarAnx2PazA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iarAnx2PazA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love it!&lt;/u&gt; I'll be waiting for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Sonnensystem&lt;/span&gt;, the German version of the song. As for now, I'll enjoy these&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;raphics &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;nterchange &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;ormats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tom.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/tom.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gustav.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/gustav.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=georg.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/georg.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gustav1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv33/harishaa_bs/gustav1.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dior Homme V-Neck Hoodie (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;£199&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCde2fBqDRI/AAAAAAAABXQ/uDyfZBE1RIM/s1600/DH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCde2fBqDRI/AAAAAAAABXQ/uDyfZBE1RIM/s400/DH1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487458961108634898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCde1_Fx8JI/AAAAAAAABXI/5FSyxRIj9XE/s1600/DH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCde1_Fx8JI/AAAAAAAABXI/5FSyxRIj9XE/s400/DH2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487458952535994514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the fact that it fits perfectly on him and he looks like a living mannequin, stunning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gareth Pugh Lambskin Leather Jacket (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;€1670&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCdkJeX7FjI/AAAAAAAABXY/hZmkp1h3L-4/s400/cometmay21201032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487464784909243954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well-designed layered jacket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;You're holding it wrong:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCdun5fGKlI/AAAAAAAABXo/P5KO2YW98ZY/s400/steve-jobs-russian-hold-it.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487476302699440722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's funny because the stainless steel band acts as the antenna of the iPhone 4. Get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCdvG5hjw8I/AAAAAAAABXw/o6jufnIseRY/s400/ilovehotwings:%250A%250Acowboybebopfan:%250A%250Asiddman:%250A%250Aleezy-amado:balancedonthebiggestwave(via+-raull).jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487476835285713858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Johannes Linder:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCdwlJJ4q3I/AAAAAAAABYA/OjJx1nnHt0Y/s400/tumblr_kyxnl1XDPD1qbpuago1_1280.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487478454389091186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw.. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Actually when I was uhh.. 14, I was in love with one girl and I invited her for em.. cinema at 6 o'clock because I was.. 14. And she didn't come. That was, that was.. broke my heart."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - Luis Kelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8197145450012026275?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8197145450012026275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8197145450012026275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8197145450012026275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8197145450012026275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/06/advertisements-okay-i-can-explain.html' title='TH Loving.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCdqRjZ7VKI/AAAAAAAABXg/df9u2zYuKpA/s72-c/tokio-hotel-tokio-hotel-girl-crazy-demotivational-poster-1219929360.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5588850380250871107</id><published>2010-06-22T17:10:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:49:24.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In 30 Days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCDWWTFrAyI/AAAAAAAABW4/XdC4jU6zG98/s1600/tumblr_l3pqwrEeiT1qbdikpo1_400.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Never tell your problems to anyone. &lt;i&gt;20%&lt;/i&gt; don't care and the other &lt;i&gt;80%&lt;/i&gt; are glad you have them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Never tell your problems to anyone. &lt;i&gt;80%&lt;/i&gt; don't care and the other &lt;i&gt;20%&lt;/i&gt; are glad you have them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's a huge difference and depression may lead to suicide. Are suicidal notes necessary? I don't think it is although it will be extremely helpful. But without it, investigations will occur and that is where it gets interesting. Anyway, I did not name my blog after a British male model. Schwarz is a German word meaning Black and it is also a song by Tokio Hotel. There is also an English version of Schwarz but I prefer hearing it in Deutsch. Think Schwarz, Think Danny. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School's out and I'm flat broke. My everyday income have been terminated. I can't even.. I suppose it's not much of a problem since my parents do provide the things that I want. I was suppose to spend the last couple of hundreds on gifts but I was summoned by The Body Shop for my own needs because I am just too darn selfish. Haha, not quite but I had to purchase several scented items from them because it smelled like candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My birthday is in 30 days. Not that anyone care or anything but I would like to celebrate it with people or whatever. I don't really know actually because it falls on a Thursday and everyone will probably be busy with college and stuff. Hence, I may end up being ignored without a birthday cake. How tragic! Haha, maybe I can be extra spoilt and ask for.. an iPhone 4! I won't. Although I would like something expensive as always because it's my birthday and my parents should be able to tolerate my nuisance. No, I'm only expecting several text messages by 11:59:59 or 12:00:00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rest In Peace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCDV9YgqLuI/AAAAAAAABWw/-SOKBr3D39E/s400/tomnicon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485619596665433826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 0, 0); line-height: 14px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeremy Young. Tom Nicon. Lasse Pedersen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCDWWTFrAyI/AAAAAAAABW4/XdC4jU6zG98/s400/tumblr_l3pqwrEeiT1qbdikpo1_400.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485620024706794274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cutee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the way you say '&lt;i&gt;Louis Vuitton &lt;/i&gt;' and '&lt;i&gt;John Paul Gaultier &lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5588850380250871107?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5588850380250871107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5588850380250871107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5588850380250871107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5588850380250871107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/06/never-tell-your-problems-to-anyone.html' title='In 30 Days..'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TCDV9YgqLuI/AAAAAAAABWw/-SOKBr3D39E/s72-c/tomnicon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-3934675943077773303</id><published>2010-06-20T19:20:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:11:54.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schwarz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love and miss these people so much because..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Razaan&lt;/b&gt;: She's been gone for far too long! It was very nice of her to send me an email on my birthday. I've emailed her about three months ago and I will be sending yet another one tomorrow. An outgoing girl with a charming personality. She had been a great friend throughout the years and even though it's been a while since we last met, she's one of those friends I would hate to lose contact with because she's without a doubt one of the most affectionate people I've met and I'm sure she's loved by many. She's just a very lovely girl to be friends with and I really miss her presence. I hope she's doing great and I do hope that we meet again. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I miss you and I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sumaya&lt;/b&gt;: How much I missed her hugs! It was nice of her to visit us during sports day. It's upsetting that I didn't have the chance to take pictures with her. I would have after the events but I was dead-tired to the limit. She's one of the most friendliest person I've ever met and I loved having her around in school. It was depressing when she left but she's one of those friends that will always be there when you need them. She's extremely lovely, such a beautiful girl and definitely very intelligent. She's doing well with college as far as I know and she will certainly succeed in everything she does. I would definitely love to spend an entire day with her. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;I miss you and I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natalia&lt;/b&gt;: The very first time I heard her speak, she's got the cutest voice! Throughout middle and high school, we didn't have any conversation because I am easily intimidated but she's absolutely easy to get along with. Sadly, I didn't get our pictures taken on graduation day. She's such an easygoing and caring friend whom I love to speak to whenever given the chance. I hate the fact that time passes by too quickly and we would only settle for small conversation but nonetheless it's great to hear from her. I appreciate her friendship as she is one of the sweetest people around. Not only is she gorgeous but also very friendly. It's been great knowing her. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I miss you and I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si Won:&lt;/b&gt; We are &lt;i&gt;"everlasting best friends"&lt;/i&gt;. I just love her! We have been best friends forever and I would randomly call her for a chat. The way she tries to understand when I speak is adorable even though she speaks and understand English fluently. She graduated a day before I did and won first place in Art. Woohoo! She will always be the one I describe when asked to write or speak about 'best friend'. I miss trading cookies from our Baskin Robbins ice creams. It's funny because its the same exact cookie but we trade them anyways. We created our own annual &lt;i&gt;"Friendship Day"&lt;/i&gt;. The little things we do. She's just my amazingly talented best friend. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I miss you and I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Danny Schwarz:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TB4kDTn5GvI/AAAAAAAABWo/sJ4uqb1dGIY/s400/tumblr_l1t5iujeIS1qbd50l.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484861035409644274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1w5zsbpekd0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1w5zsbpekd0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perfekt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-3934675943077773303?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/3934675943077773303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=3934675943077773303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3934675943077773303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3934675943077773303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/06/schwarz.html' title='Schwarz'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TB4kDTn5GvI/AAAAAAAABWo/sJ4uqb1dGIY/s72-c/tumblr_l1t5iujeIS1qbd50l.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5268059838631527944</id><published>2010-06-18T18:00:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:48:04.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple/Twitter/Jonas Kesseler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;pple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve Jobs have yet to invest on at least one or two Apple Store(s) in Malaysia. The premium resellers are as good as it gets but having an Apple Store constructed here would be amazing. EpiCentre is by far one of my favourite retailers in Malaysia. If only Hidayat was a huge Apple fan, he would be thrilled about the Epicentre store campus at Limkokwing. Best campus store ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beijing, China:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBtol2eCx9I/AAAAAAAABVA/Fdf7lQy0C08/s320/aschina-080718-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484091970739685330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Liverpool, UK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBto8Kbl-QI/AAAAAAAABVQ/vkn9edetSkY/s320/apple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484092354055239938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is a well written open letter to Steve Jobs:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Mr. Jobs,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have something to say. &lt;/b&gt;Since I don't imagine you'll be strolling through Brooklyn's Sunset Park any time soon,&lt;b&gt; I won't be able to say it to your face.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Under your leadership,&lt;b&gt; Apple has recently committed the following unreasonable acts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Refused to allow Adobe's Flash technology on your mobile phones;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Unfairly blocked certain iPhone Apps;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Exaggerated the capabilities of iPhone 4's Retina display;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Refused to allow iTunes on rival devices;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Along with AT&amp;amp;T, failed to prepare your systems to handle iPhone 4 pre-orders;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; Closed the iAds system to competing ad networkds like Google; and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; Took an extremely heavy-handed approach to the case of the missing iPhone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Given your reputation as an obsessive, hands-on-leader, I don't doubt for a second that you should bear full responsibility for these actions. Apple employs a lot of talented people, but we all know that nothing happens in Cupertino without your explicit approval and input.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So to your behaviour, I say:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks! Because if it weren't for you, technology would be way too boring to write about.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mike&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS: When is Aperture coming to the iPad?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Anyway, I have reactivated my Facebook profile in order to &lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;promote the existence of my blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; be able to share the graduation pictures because as I was capturing photos in the changing room, I was asked to upload it onto Facebook. My response&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; "But I don't use it any longer."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Why don't you send it in an e-mail?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Sure!"&lt;/span&gt;  I agreed without giving it a second thought. How am I suppose to send e-mails without e-mail addresses? There isn't much to be done, &lt;i&gt;so sinnlos&lt;/i&gt;. I signed in and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;'12 New Friend Requests!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I didn't even have a look because I'm certain that I do not know them even though we have mutual friends. Anyway, I wouldn't be logging onto Facebook. &lt;u&gt;Visit my blog and Twitter instead?&lt;/u&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;Thanks &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Van Anh&lt;/span&gt; for tagging mostly everyone in the album. I did it already using the iPhoto exporter but it failed to co-operate therefore Van Anh ended up helping me instead which I appreciate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;130 Junk-mails?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBuBGjzmUVI/AAAAAAAABVg/GmjPVZW20Uo/s400/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484118920944570706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Oh no, that's just Van Anh's hardwork. Danke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twitter:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBuGtBViz-I/AAAAAAAABWI/6O1yGNAD-h4/s1600/Picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBuGtBViz-I/AAAAAAAABWI/6O1yGNAD-h4/s400/Picture-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484125079264743394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBuGsyMK7RI/AAAAAAAABWA/a1HZWrg5nkI/s1600/Picture-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Haha, Omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBuGsyMK7RI/AAAAAAAABWA/a1HZWrg5nkI/s1600/Picture-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBuGsyMK7RI/AAAAAAAABWA/a1HZWrg5nkI/s400/Picture-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484125075198897426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;People are mean. Emma is too talented to be dissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBuFpsKwGBI/AAAAAAAABVo/Te470VWarho/s400/Picture-3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484123922531096594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;SOA is amazing! This is hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a &lt;b&gt;"Sverr To Gott!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBuJjFmPnnI/AAAAAAAABWQ/KdnUpVEQy9I/s400/IMG_0905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484128207144722034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 276px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBuJ0PF4QII/AAAAAAAABWY/L3XB4HGkddQ/s400/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484128501751103618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures were side by side in my iPhoto library. &lt;i&gt;Komisch!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonas Kesseler:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBuLRwf8BvI/AAAAAAAABWg/o6O5fIiZhdo/s400/Backstage+Jil+Sander+Spring+Summer+2009+Mens+(100)_JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484130108446607090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A story about a little boy called &lt;a href="http://www.letatcestmoi.com/story.html"&gt;Tokyonas&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too cute.&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/5296576228159950294-5268059838631527944?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5268059838631527944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5268059838631527944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5268059838631527944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5268059838631527944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-things-that-sucks.html' title='Apple/Twitter/Jonas Kesseler'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBtol2eCx9I/AAAAAAAABVA/Fdf7lQy0C08/s72-c/aschina-080718-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2125569212210125039</id><published>2010-06-15T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:36:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batch 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBeBcz8zViI/AAAAAAAABUw/wcJDznKtlkw/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Graduation Night 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w1026.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw1026.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fy323%2Fnurharisha%2FGraduation+10%2Fa64b3211.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Pre-Graduation 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBeBcz8zViI/AAAAAAAABUw/wcJDznKtlkw/s400/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482993403328419362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Rahul's "&lt;b&gt;SVERR TO GOTT!&lt;/b&gt;" expression. &lt;u&gt;Es ist Brilliant!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2125569212210125039?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2125569212210125039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2125569212210125039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2125569212210125039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2125569212210125039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/06/hd.html' title='Batch 2010'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBeBcz8zViI/AAAAAAAABUw/wcJDznKtlkw/s72-c/IMG_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-3419407930112197022</id><published>2010-06-14T16:00:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T02:31:12.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 2009/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Graduation needs no explanation. It was outstanding.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rehearsal&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ming Hui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Juan Lin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hirinya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt; and I had no clue what happened since we were over at Pavilion getting our hair and make up done. We arrived at the hotel on the very last minute but apart from that I suppose it turned out well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Sherlyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Man Isha&lt;/span&gt; were there and they both looked beautiful! I'm glad to know they are coping well and it was nice of them to drop by our graduation and of course, it was awesome seeing them again after a few years of separation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Speech and Performances&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Ho Min's&lt;/span&gt; speech was great and I believe everyone enjoyed it as much as I did. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Early&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Reyhan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Toby&lt;/span&gt; performed 21 Guns in front of a live audience and they were spectacular. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Juan Lin's&lt;/span&gt; piano recital was brilliant and I absolutely loved it. Last but not least, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Jin Wook's&lt;/span&gt; performance was astonishing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Presentation of Certificates&lt;/b&gt;: There were four rows of students and we formed a single line accordingly as we were about to receive our certificates. During the rehearsal, the girls we ought to curtsy in front of the guest of honour but several students of the first row didn't think it was necessary and it was absolutely fine. Once I waited for my name to be called, Mr. Ashish whispered the things I should be doing. I nodded while being a nervous wreck in disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was described by these three words:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Nur Harisha- &lt;u&gt;Pleasant&lt;/u&gt; (Danke), &lt;u&gt;Respectful&lt;/u&gt; (Vielen Dank) and &lt;u&gt;Caring&lt;/u&gt; (Dankeschön)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teachers&lt;/b&gt;: I was extremely annoyed and I still am by the fact that a few of my teachers weren't there and that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ms Kasthuri&lt;/span&gt; had to be in charge of something. Apart from it, the teachers looked amazing as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUGS&lt;/b&gt;: I'm going to miss all of you so sehr! Those hugs, I wouldn't call it our last since we could all meet up again. But I hated letting go of them because they meant so much and I won't be able to see them around ever so often. The first friend to congratulate and hug me was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Viktor&lt;/span&gt;, he was also the very last but every single hugs received were completely meaningful especially from the girls, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dinner&lt;/b&gt;: Caught up with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sherzod&lt;/span&gt;! But we ended up not seating beside one another by the table. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Mr Joseph&lt;/span&gt; stood beside &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Viktor&lt;/span&gt; as we fill our plates. &lt;u&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You must be Harisha, I've heard about you,&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/u&gt; he said and I smiled. &lt;u&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Nice to meet you,&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/u&gt; he said pleasantly. At that very moment, I couldn't remember his name and I felt terrible. I would have replied with &lt;u&gt;"&lt;i&gt;And you must be Mr. Joseph, I've heard about you too. Nice to meet you.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/u&gt; But no, I couldn't recall his name. He seemed nice and I'm sure he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Relax"&lt;/b&gt;: I've been told to relax by everyone for the past few days. Including the chairman as we shook hands. &lt;u&gt;"Relax a little,"&lt;/u&gt; he said and I thought to myself, does such word exist? Ten seconds later, I remembered what it meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pictures: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX243eCTZI/AAAAAAAABTo/ZShzgNKK-3A/s400/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482559578216484242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX17gxcM1I/AAAAAAAABTY/_NifpZl_pvI/s400/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482558524151837522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX3WfzITRI/AAAAAAAABT4/xytZkomT_vA/s400/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482560087258582290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX18Cke4mI/AAAAAAAABTg/RROyPlgcIPY/s400/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482558533224292962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX15zjDjHI/AAAAAAAABTI/uL5zp5pKW3A/s1600/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX15zjDjHI/AAAAAAAABTI/uL5zp5pKW3A/s400/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482558494832036978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX15SdAw7I/AAAAAAAABTA/KfmeHN2Km-Q/s1600/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX15SdAw7I/AAAAAAAABTA/KfmeHN2Km-Q/s400/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482558485948318642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;D' Nail Spa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(Nails)&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E Sprit &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(Hair)&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shu Uemura &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(Makeup):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX5GJz4KKI/AAAAAAAABUI/xac4V_SjHKQ/s400/Photo+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482562005501487266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Models of the day(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Each and everyone of you)&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX7bJLvdmI/AAAAAAAABUo/s7rAjtXVOyw/s1600/29705_404594248418_800248418_4156163_4746502_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX7bJLvdmI/AAAAAAAABUo/s7rAjtXVOyw/s400/29705_404594248418_800248418_4156163_4746502_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482564565133653602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX7a3FyMzI/AAAAAAAABUg/z0Lk9WyVp-o/s1600/31992_402886114005_754934005_4532429_4787623_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX7a3FyMzI/AAAAAAAABUg/z0Lk9WyVp-o/s400/31992_402886114005_754934005_4532429_4787623_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482564560276828978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX7acrC-bI/AAAAAAAABUY/smVBeueAQdI/s1600/31992_402886074005_754934005_4532424_3498617_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX7acrC-bI/AAAAAAAABUY/smVBeueAQdI/s400/31992_402886074005_754934005_4532424_3498617_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482564553185360306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX7aOqOnOI/AAAAAAAABUQ/6PSdI5ShjHU/s1600/31992_402886049005_754934005_4532421_1774712_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX7aOqOnOI/AAAAAAAABUQ/6PSdI5ShjHU/s400/31992_402886049005_754934005_4532421_1774712_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482564549423832290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Absolut Atemberaubend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONGRATULATIONS CLASS OF 2010!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-3419407930112197022?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/3419407930112197022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=3419407930112197022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3419407930112197022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3419407930112197022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/06/graduation-needs-no-explanation.html' title='Class of 2009/2010'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TBX243eCTZI/AAAAAAAABTo/ZShzgNKK-3A/s72-c/DSC00384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5607323374709107524</id><published>2010-06-07T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:50:11.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip and Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have this idea in mind and it was set for a future plan. It seemed really great back then and I suppose it still is but I wasn't the only one involve in the creation. When partnership occurs it really is important to communicate between one another besides great ideas develops from every perspective. So confused right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my parents are willing to provide the best birthday present ever and all I had to do was keep calm and ask politely. As always it obviously worked. Well, most of the time my parents provide more than I could possibly ask for and that's where all the labels are thrown in but at certain times I don't receive anything because that's just how life works. Honestly speaking I don't know where I'm getting to but I just want to say that even though I do get all that I could have, I work hard for it. I just don't place demands and there they are lying before me. All those I wish to call my personal possession are purchased using my own savings, well not always since they are never and will never be inexpensive and so as soon as I start saving up for a certain item, my loving parents would provide as much money as they can just so that I could call it my own. This have been discussed and no, that doesn't mean I'm rich or a brat. Instead of hearing "You're rich." or "Such a brat." It'd actually be pleasant to hear "Wow, that cost a fortune. You must have work hard for it, haven't you?" Haha, make it happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above all, I'm thoroughly happy that they agree and I am hoping for a birthday cake this year but the only cake I'd approve of are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I JUST LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TAvg2t-2j0I/AAAAAAAABSg/mOPqi1ANR1w/s320/4409989475_0479dcf222.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479720602287116098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TAvg3I_xO9I/AAAAAAAABSo/5ZLSltF3yDA/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479720609538718674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In four years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TAvg3qiEQsI/AAAAAAAABSw/P1tTs9cpoLg/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479720618540942018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just kidding. Any birthday cake should be fine but those Union Jack designed cakes are spectacular. The birthday present that I'll be receiving is sort of a huge responsibility but I extremely want it. I've made my decisions and if it goes terribly, lesson learnt, I should have wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough about birthdays for now. Just the other day, my mum suggested that I enroll for driving lessons and I did have a problem with it because I've never wanted to drive. The idea about driving seems pretty interesting but I really don't want to get involve. It's weird how I'd prefer to die in a car crash if given the opportunity but driving a vehicle, nein. Maybe with a little more persuasion, I would give in. For the time being, I'll keep dreaming about hiring a driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My diet is completely unbalanced which is terrible because if I shrink sideways, losing weight is just terrible. My routine follows getting out of bed by 11am, lunch at 6 or 7pm and lastly late night snack at midnight usually a toast sandwich smeared in Nutella. Heck, I don't even eat. Nothing bothers, it's just that I barely feel the hunger kicking in and we're suppose to eat five times a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movies I've watched lately are 17 Again, The Tooth Fairy and Bride Wars. I cried through all three of them because it was so touching! It happens for every movie I watch. I'm killing trees by wasting excessive amount of tissues to wipe off those tears over fictional movies. Oh, terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonas Kesseler:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TAvoz4aKkmI/AAAAAAAABS4/7sCgP6mi0qs/s320/tumblr_ksmamx6LJq1qzw102o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479729349639443042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hübsch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5607323374709107524?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5607323374709107524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5607323374709107524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5607323374709107524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5607323374709107524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/06/trip-and-fall.html' title='Trip and Fall'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TAvg2t-2j0I/AAAAAAAABSg/mOPqi1ANR1w/s72-c/4409989475_0479dcf222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-3679686159160537954</id><published>2010-06-04T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:17:01.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solarium Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heck yeah, the song plays automatically. Don't bother looking for a pause button because there isn't one. Visibility= "hidden" ;) use the mute button on your keyboard instead or other alternatives. I've never liked blogs with music because I find it rather distracting having to read the content while the music plays. God, I can't even blog while iTunes is on shuffle. But the reason why I have a song playing is because... well apart from it's one of my favourite song, I can't think of anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, I have thought about the most amazing birthday present a seventeen year old could ever have and on a scale of 1-10, I'd say it's a perfect 10. Well, there weren't much to choose from since I lost interest in everything when it's compared to the top two things I really &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; most and the only way I'm ever going to receive them is through my parents whom highly disagrees because of my constant demand of Apple products last year which I did receive and thanked them for. If only I were more like my brothers: less demand equals to more affection. BUT everything goes on my wish list and especially those items which I know I'll receive an instant 'no'when I ask for approval. Even without having to ask, the answer remains. Will I settle for a cake? Doubt it. Whatever it is, I'll find a way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deutsch, you're the reason why:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TAfvOGXYUZI/AAAAAAAABRI/SyGDS113tPE/s400/6f814821f0640286b6d28904c9450ed3_4495999.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478610497225380242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 119px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Typical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're on repeat and even have a playlist on my iTunes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TAfvORlIwDI/AAAAAAAABRQ/v6IoprMz5_Q/s400/l_10ec5b99b1d394a31973ec5a0232a28e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478610500235870258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 353px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-3679686159160537954?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/3679686159160537954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=3679686159160537954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3679686159160537954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3679686159160537954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/06/solarium-flow.html' title='Solarium Flow'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TAfvOGXYUZI/AAAAAAAABRI/SyGDS113tPE/s72-c/6f814821f0640286b6d28904c9450ed3_4495999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-6461227952810040105</id><published>2010-06-01T00:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:31:30.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Der Monat Juni!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss Natasya even though I did get to speak to her yesterday, it wasn't enough. I hope your placement test goes well. Also, I did not complete the story about graduation and the college that I told you yesterday because I got carried away with other topics as you have heard. I have a lot more to tell you so I shall speak to you morgen, klar? Okay. I am disappointed that she had forgotten 1-10 in Deutsch and the only words that she remembers are Ja und Nein. Haha, that's fine since German is compulsory im ihrer neuen Schule. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did mention about my holiday plans and I've written them down on a piece of paper. There are only fifteen tasks to be completed in the span of five-six months. There would have been more but I couldn't find my pen and so it was written in permanent marker and because the tip is thick, it occupied three quarters of the paper but those tasks are considered repetitive. For example, number seven on the list is &lt;i&gt;"Read more books"&lt;/i&gt; which I may, will, should be doing soon because I have books left unread. But I'm currently working on the first task and it's going well although I am progressing slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About two weeks ago, I stayed awake for the Comet Awards which streamed live from Oberhausen, Germany and I must say it was worth the watch because Tokio Hotel won an award for Best Live Act and the performances were great. The Comet Facebook Fanpage were overflowing with supportive as well as critical comments about Lena, Tokio Hotel, Sido, Mark Medlock, Justin Bieber and more. My favourite part of the show was the winner of VIVA Flatstar. Lecker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATO_t1WinI/AAAAAAAABQA/KmPGBky8tT8/s1600/Picture+5.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATO_t1WinI/AAAAAAAABQA/KmPGBky8tT8/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477730640819817074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATO_zndswI/AAAAAAAABQI/z0CEChoXgLs/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477730642372178690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATPASfyVTI/AAAAAAAABQQ/QMLsgQ0Phgg/s320/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477730650661475634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have too much to blog about, really. It's just that I'd rather post them separately unlike this type of updates. I noticed that Mathias Laudrisen looked like Jeremy Young in the photo-shoot below. At times, I just can't tell the difference between Mathias Bergh and Mathias Laudrisen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mathias Bergh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATTcYOvOvI/AAAAAAAABQY/56oU_oplNOE/s1600/tumblr_l23guoOgWa1qbq0wco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATTcYOvOvI/AAAAAAAABQY/56oU_oplNOE/s320/tumblr_l23guoOgWa1qbq0wco1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477735531283430130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mathias Laudrisen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATTc1hZHWI/AAAAAAAABQg/7KiG42FPRRs/s1600/tumblr_kx12zs4fqh1qzjlwfo1_500.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATTc1hZHWI/AAAAAAAABQg/7KiG42FPRRs/s320/tumblr_kx12zs4fqh1qzjlwfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477735539146300770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATTcYOvOvI/AAAAAAAABQY/56oU_oplNOE/s1600/tumblr_l23guoOgWa1qbq0wco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I signed into Twitter on the very last day of my finals and received a direct message from my brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATVnuJDAZI/AAAAAAAABQw/J_KKn2wzllk/s400/Inbox.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477737925166956946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read it four days late and it made me smile although I just can't remember what happened on Monday. It made me think. But look! Charlie sent me a direct message too. The Charlie that I drew, not Charlie O'Halloran. The second Charlie I drew, Charlie Casey. I wanted to reply with the sketch I did aber nein. Even Charlie O'Halloran said I should Twitter reply the sketch of him aber Ich kann nicht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Francisco Lachowski (Onstage):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATfP4xbn4I/AAAAAAAABQ4/8RF_jpWbGCY/s400/tumblr_kwizsuIhlF1qa9t2po1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477748510820114306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Francisco Lachowski &amp;amp; Jeremy Young (Backstage):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATfQSS-jjI/AAAAAAAABRA/lfYlRGgq0Lc/s400/tumblr_kwmlomyFjK1qao0izo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477748517671702066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Schön.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-6461227952810040105?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/6461227952810040105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=6461227952810040105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6461227952810040105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6461227952810040105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/06/der-monat-juni.html' title='Der Monat Juni!'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TATO_t1WinI/AAAAAAAABQA/KmPGBky8tT8/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-6796398300492091296</id><published>2010-05-31T15:40:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:48:24.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>() END OF MAY 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I won't be starting college until the end of this year or the beginning of 2011. Well I emailed this particular institution and it turns out that they do not have any particular information regarding my enquiry. If the examinations were held by them, why haven't they got hold of the results? Besides, results can't be traced anywhere. Not even Google. But then again, I'm not bothered anymore because I found this college located in KL and it caught my attention and now, I'll patiently wait for their response.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from college, May is coming to an end and I'm glad yet sad. Glad because there weren't much happening this month besides the concert and finals. Sad because then we'd only have six months left till a new year and I can't clearly remember what had happened over the past five months even if I do go through my previous blog posts, nothing comes to mind unless I decide to think about it for the least five minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most exciting events happening this June is the release of the &lt;b&gt;iPhone HD&lt;/b&gt;! And also the &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;orld &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;ide &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;evelopers &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;onference 2010. I could only wish to be there because it's so thrilling to just listen and absorb all the new technology developments by Apple. But the tickets are over priced and probably sold out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More details on the iPhone HD &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5520164/this-is-apples-next-iphone"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TANxbxGtGNI/AAAAAAAABPg/GnRsBp102Ew/s400/iphone4_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477346293664520402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(that's if you're interested)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Details on how Apple lost the iPhone HD &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5520438/how-apple-lost-the-next-iphone"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TANxbfsTc7I/AAAAAAAABPY/jc4zzEsT1fo/s400/l_799_595_C60D3FB1-D437-46D2-A223-8BAAE504F2BC.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477346288990385074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(true story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of Apple, wouldn't you want a box or two of this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TANxcDl9fkI/AAAAAAAABPo/VJ2_trUFekc/s400/il_430xN.140231788.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477346298627456578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hand-made chocolates in the form of iPhone Applications. I believe they're too good to be eaten. Pretty costly for a box of chocolate but who wouldn't want one? &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/45658261/iphone-app-chocolates"&gt;iChocolates&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I'm looking forward to graduation as well which is in twelve days from now. I'll be going for a manicure and pedicure with Ming Hui and Hirinya in eleven days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Union Jack Manicure:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TAN0o7N4PcI/AAAAAAAABPw/5pFjImBs484/s400/union-jack-nails.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477349818252148162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't co-ordinate with my dress, shoes or clutch but a British flag on each fingernails is what I want. Plus, it lasts about a month, or at least up to a month and spending a few hundreds on nails is worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been shopping a lot lately and purchasing a limited edition piece of clothing is satisfaction. Throw in a pair of heels and I'll be happy. Stilettos aren't very difficult to work with but the only problem is that it has to be tight. Well at least I prefer them compared to pencil heels. I'm starting an unintentional shoe collection not that I'm complaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday presents. It isn't my seventeen just yet but I've been thinking about the present(s) that I would like to receive and it's driving me insane. I want this but would I use it? I want that, but do I really want it? Decisions are tough, especially when it comes to birthday presents for me at least. But hey, I haven't had a birthday cake for the past two years apart from those that my lovely friends bought and baked. I tend to frown whenever I bring up that topic and that is why I ask for expensive birthday presents instead, yay! No, well since I didn't get a cake on my birthday, I'd ask for something that I've been yearning for months and maybe even years and if they'd refuse, crying does help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deactivated my Facebook account because it's tedious and a waste of time. It definitely wasn't because of the privacy incident which I was informed by Sherzod about a week ago. I never knew they'd do such things. I still don't think they did. Anyway, Facebook aren't one of those sites I highly depend on. Take away YouTube, my life would be wretched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any who, I have a list of holiday plans to be completed before college starts and there will be more updates this June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mathias Laudrisen:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TAN8AcX0JmI/AAAAAAAABP4/ZTHgUnhQ_vU/s400/tumblr_l0u747hvNy1qzjlwfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477357918870578786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gorgeous, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-6796398300492091296?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/6796398300492091296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=6796398300492091296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6796398300492091296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/6796398300492091296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-may-2010.html' title='() END OF MAY 2010'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TANxbxGtGNI/AAAAAAAABPg/GnRsBp102Ew/s72-c/iphone4_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2946598180798902196</id><published>2010-05-29T11:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:43:27.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not always a mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey everyone. I can't believe the view counter increased by a mile while the blog was left abandoned. But anyway, thanks for visiting and as you can see, I'm only a few hundreds away from reaching 4000 views. For the past three weeks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where did I go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I stayed home most of the time and went to school on specific dates. Apart from that, I also went shopping on weekends, you know for pens and pencils instead of heels and handbags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When did I leave?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I departed the Internet on May 6th and although there had been a change of blog layout, I restricted myself from various social networking sites. I couldn't use my Macbook on a daily basis since it was password protected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why did I disappear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Three consecutive weeks of finals! And I know for a fact that the Internet is just too much of a distraction. Not only that but with my Mac, I'd never hit the stop button on the iTunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There will be more update in about a few days or two, maybe even hours away from now. I've already drafted about four to five blog updates on the Notes Application on my iPhone. An application which should never be opened by anyone other than me. There's just too many personal notes. It's like a diary but not really. It's more towards the &lt;i&gt;"I'm angry. I'm going to release all the hate by typing it as a note on my iPhone."&lt;/i&gt; sort of thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2946598180798902196?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2946598180798902196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2946598180798902196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2946598180798902196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2946598180798902196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-not-always-mystery.html' title='It&apos;s not always a mystery'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5081650900299639426</id><published>2010-05-06T22:10:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:10:15.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eleena:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LQ2JdYY2I/AAAAAAAABLU/d_BowZgBW-o/s1600/IMG_0658.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LQ2JdYY2I/AAAAAAAABLU/d_BowZgBW-o/s320/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468162526251869026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shobana:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LQ2y9MuRI/AAAAAAAABLc/bGI_0_H2iK4/s1600/IMG_0660.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LQ2y9MuRI/AAAAAAAABLc/bGI_0_H2iK4/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468162537391175954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rena and Lysa: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LQ3ukeQYI/AAAAAAAABLk/GwHVXIqlzLg/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468162553393594754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lisa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LQ36WdXOI/AAAAAAAABLs/MuvRmHiyFFk/s320/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468162556556041442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rajan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LQ4Wxxw3I/AAAAAAAABL0/MQcrhMYZhXM/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LQ4Wxxw3I/AAAAAAAABL0/MQcrhMYZhXM/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468162564186817394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rahul:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LR_9Dk4VI/AAAAAAAABL8/x9J6wVzjRNY/s320/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468163794232729938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aritz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LSAYZHFmI/AAAAAAAABME/22mz8tTk0kc/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468163801570809442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patrick:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LSBHVW3vI/AAAAAAAABMM/kobfvcKKjPM/s320/IMG_0671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468163814171533042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LSB24fBHI/AAAAAAAABMU/o8cGP1NZwHw/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468163826935334002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neptune:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LSCT7kWlI/AAAAAAAABMc/MZgJcWCKc7E/s320/IMG_0675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468163834732894802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kasie and Celine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LTDRvJVGI/AAAAAAAABMk/r4hkPWiaScE/s320/IMG_0678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468164950835418210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LQ36WdXOI/AAAAAAAABLs/MuvRmHiyFFk/s1600/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barsam:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LTD1UxLfI/AAAAAAAABMs/5zDE9BRwj9w/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468164960388460018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nadia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LTEV5b2RI/AAAAAAAABM0/ESAaCsevg54/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468164969132185874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viktor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LTE39xX2I/AAAAAAAABM8/23z3ld-5ZW8/s1600/IMG_0681.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LTE39xX2I/AAAAAAAABM8/23z3ld-5ZW8/s320/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468164978277179234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sherzod:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LTFWm3NBI/AAAAAAAABNE/52B3Qzi7mrc/s320/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468164986502591506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Audrey:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LUhLJPCuI/AAAAAAAABNs/whxDGNfSicE/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LUhLJPCuI/AAAAAAAABNs/whxDGNfSicE/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468166563973499618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LUgjSwdcI/AAAAAAAABNk/BKR74kBmjQ0/s1600/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LUgjSwdcI/AAAAAAAABNk/BKR74kBmjQ0/s320/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468166553276020162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eleena, Anjela, Kasie and Shobana:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LUgDD6wkI/AAAAAAAABNc/4wx2COyLk28/s1600/IMG_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LUgDD6wkI/AAAAAAAABNc/4wx2COyLk28/s320/IMG_0685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468166544623845954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lycelle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LUfWttTpI/AAAAAAAABNU/8ClpK9JYgq8/s1600/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LUfWttTpI/AAAAAAAABNU/8ClpK9JYgq8/s320/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468166532719529618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Edwin, Hidayat, Keymir, Lycelle:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LUeh5F9VI/AAAAAAAABNM/cB9ib33Usmk/s1600/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LUeh5F9VI/AAAAAAAABNM/cB9ib33Usmk/s320/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468166518540203346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natalia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LV4g-PgGI/AAAAAAAABOU/OnuuTngU_Vk/s1600/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LV4g-PgGI/AAAAAAAABOU/OnuuTngU_Vk/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468168064481591394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hazmi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LV4IW27pI/AAAAAAAABOM/FnzYJpcOpBM/s1600/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LV4IW27pI/AAAAAAAABOM/FnzYJpcOpBM/s320/IMG_0694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468168057873952402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Edwin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LV37ZGf0I/AAAAAAAABOE/B1SX59SQfnQ/s1600/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LV37ZGf0I/AAAAAAAABOE/B1SX59SQfnQ/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468168054393700162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hidayat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LV3Z6lH9I/AAAAAAAABN8/T4ykKYOcxb8/s1600/IMG_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LV3Z6lH9I/AAAAAAAABN8/T4ykKYOcxb8/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468168045407313874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keng Hoong:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LV2-nu3EI/AAAAAAAABN0/TzvX8lcKjzc/s1600/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LV2-nu3EI/AAAAAAAABN0/TzvX8lcKjzc/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468168038080502850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ian, Aaron J, Azim and Aaron K:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LWU2b5N7I/AAAAAAAABOc/My1Rhe7b_gQ/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468168551279441842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In conclusion, I had the best weekend ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5081650900299639426?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5081650900299639426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5081650900299639426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5081650900299639426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5081650900299639426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/05/v.html' title='Sports Day'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-LQ2JdYY2I/AAAAAAAABLU/d_BowZgBW-o/s72-c/IMG_0658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-1299578418498609508</id><published>2010-05-05T01:00:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:57:27.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lieber Georg,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ich vermisse dich so sehr! You were the first one I look up to as I was first to enter the room. Though Tom stood beside you, Bill and Gustav towards the right, it only mattered where you were. You returned a smile as I was approaching, a smile of yours that lit up the room. A pair of ravishing brown eyes touring the room with your hair tied up neatly and not to forget the sound of your beautiful voice when you spoke couldn't have gotten any perfect. Ten words in English was all you had to say which made me the happiest. You stated a good suggestion and although I did agree, I refuse to be apart from you. Thank you for being ever so thoughtful by making room for me as I was towered by a fan. Your right arm around my waist, your body against mine, I was thoroughly timid to look at you when you glanced my way TWICE. A picture is all I have to remember that moment by. Meeting the band was one of my dreams and standing by your side was another. You wouldn't believe how excited I was just being there right beside you. The next second I realized, you were gone. After a long day, I forgot to mention that you're my favourite and that I love you most. I wanted to ask for a hug, but didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meet and Greet:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S_FH-GMO08I/AAAAAAAABO0/0jM03BIhTrM/s320/31622_427521155983_266940380983_5268271_7468337_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472234154371240898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from Georg, thanks Tom for saying goodbye and GUSTAV! Gustav smiled as I waved and said my goodbye. I should have said "Bye Gustav" but Georg was the only name I remembered. Tut mir leid Gustav! Aber, Sie schauten dass Nacht so nett! Tom looked adorable and Bill looked pretty as always. Liebe dich! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lieber Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Zeidler, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vielen Dank für alles! Mein Gott! Ohne die beiden von Ihnen, es wäre nicht möglich. It was amazing to finally meet one of my inspirational idols in person! I've always dream about being and architect but whenever I give it a second thought, I'd feel like I won't ever be qualified for it. Both of them were extremely friendly and supportive towards several ideas I have in mind. Their opinions and compliments meant a whole lot and I can't thank them enough for their support. They have got such amazing personalities and were very outgoing. They also seemed very calm, I don't know if that's an odd thing to say but they were! Not to forget, they're such caring people. I wasn't expecting too much of their generosity but they insisted which made me feel welcomed. Spending time with family and friends for a movie marathon in the evening was her idea and I don't think it could have gotten any better than grouping together in the living room watching something from the 70's. I remember having supper at McD and I accidentally uttered "Oh Shit!" as she approached and I felt terrible for cussing in public and in front of her and so I had my mouth covered in shock. Viktor assured me that she didn't mind though it didn't make me feel any better and about a few minutes later she did the same which had me laughing. They were just awesome to be around with. Liebe dich! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inspirations:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S_FH9thdXNI/AAAAAAAABOk/72TXkUK-Vwk/s320/zeidlerlim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472234147749387474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lieber Reyhan &amp;amp; Viktor,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU GUYS! Thanks for such an amazing time. From Burger King to exploring the third floor, the both of you had me smiling for the longest time in two days. We ran across One Utama from one building to another, waited for Reyhan by the prayer's room. Everything was just fun, fun, fun. I remembered when Viktor when up the escalator and stuck out his hand as if it was our last goodbye while Reyhan and I waved and waited downstairs. It was funny because a second later he invited us up there since we wanted to go to the arcade. We made our way through the car park to get to the arcade and as always, Viktor couldn't stay still and started doing a traditional dance. It was great having them around and seating on benches for short talks. Thank you guys. Liebe dich!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S_FH9-GuW1I/AAAAAAAABOs/LfA6g936V6Q/s320/IMG_0712.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472234152200657746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-1299578418498609508?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/1299578418498609508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=1299578418498609508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1299578418498609508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1299578418498609508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/05/hhh.html' title='Love Notes'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S_FH-GMO08I/AAAAAAAABO0/0jM03BIhTrM/s72-c/31622_427521155983_266940380983_5268271_7468337_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-980136972709988887</id><published>2010-05-04T11:40:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:52:24.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY 2ND 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a very long and strenuous day, Mr. and Mrs. Zeidler Lim arrived at One Utama to pick us up. I wasn't expecting them to be there before midnight because Viktor mentioned something about a meeting of theirs until &lt;b&gt;12.48am&lt;/b&gt; though it was obviously a joke. Well, lets just say I was glad to see them that night. They were kind enough to wait for me until the Meet and Greet session was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately, neither any of us lucky Meet and Greet winners were allowed to take a photo or a video with our cameras during the session. I think the worse part about it was the &lt;i&gt;"No signing, signing session was held earlier at 11.40am.&lt;/i&gt;" I mean, sure it was a signing session but it was only meant for the Humanoid CD. Anyone who tried to get other things signed were dragged out of the line by massive body guards and have you not seen the Meet and Greet from their Humanoid City Tour? Autographs here, here and here as well as individual photo shoot with the band along with a lengthy video of them walking around signing everything. Despite the last minute rules, my all time favourite member of the band made my night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wasn't able to get my portraits of them signed but I suppose it was all right since the only two portraits which I've completed are of Bill and Tom. Standing beside Georg and having him sign an outline of his portrait doesn't sound like a very good idea. But for now, a picture would do and I loved where I stood during the session. Sir Listing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We then headed out to Mc Donalds for supper and I cherish every second of it. We reviewed the concert and had a good time while we were there. Since the six of us ordered a set of meal, we had six packets of fries and just like breakfast at Burger King, we poured all of our fries onto the tray. It was funny because Mr. Zeidler Lim kept saying how disgusting it was, but we ate it anyways. We talked about everything from past times to ideas and suggestion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On our way back to Maple, Viktor talks about his experience during the concert. It was hilarious because Reyhan and I were there but we weren't aware of what he had gone through. The boys and I planned a movie marathon for the night starting with a comedy and ending it with a horror but like what Viktor said, it's more like a sleep marathon. Although we didn't have a movie marathon that night, we hung out in the living room and played the PIANO as well as the guitar and sang along to songs we knew. Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Strays of light emitted through the blinds which made it impossible for me to sleep and over thinking about the Meet and Greet session wasn't big of a help either. Well, for one I felt extremely satisfied having my picture taken with the band and that I stood beside Georg but downcast at the same time knowing that they're gone. But they will be back and hopefully I'll get another chance to meet them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few hours later, I wished Viktor a good morning while Helena was still asleep and Reyhan was in the shower. We basically run through YouTube searching for the concert footage but only ended up with one and so we watched last year's Tokio Hotel videos. Breakfast was fun as the boys and I scavenged through a million piles of DVD for our MOVIE MARATHON. I wanted to watch &lt;i&gt;Ghost Of Girlfriends Past&lt;/i&gt; but Viktor said it was perverted and I wouldn't want to watch any violent movies. But since the boys were such gentlemen we watched what I wanted anyway. Turns out Viktor was right, it is a perverted movie and barely any comedy. Therefore I stopped watching after the first half an hour and made breakfast for the kids, cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Helena had work to do, hence Reyhan, Viktor and I went exploring on the third floor which was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't do much at the gym:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-D8Djlc-hI/AAAAAAAABKU/UnJseQJIa7s/s400/31315_1185678540501_1784413727_339971_2715669_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467647085649918482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The swimming pools, although we didn't swim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-D8EpzKMQI/AAAAAAAABKs/-AtJSxpka4I/s1600/31315_1185678180492_1784413727_339967_4917210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-D8EpzKMQI/AAAAAAAABKs/-AtJSxpka4I/s400/31315_1185678180492_1784413727_339967_4917210_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467647104497889538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-D8EQChUFI/AAAAAAAABKk/lyrhmO64rzg/s1600/31315_1185678100490_1784413727_339965_7828701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-D8EQChUFI/AAAAAAAABKk/lyrhmO64rzg/s400/31315_1185678100490_1784413727_339965_7828701_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467647097582997586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blew leaf on water at the Water Garden:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-D8D-r2kqI/AAAAAAAABKc/bHl76kSoGzE/s400/31315_1185677740481_1784413727_339960_2433192_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467647092924519074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Potter's maze was where we decided to play catch like five year olds:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-D8E5-Ff2I/AAAAAAAABK0/1QBIaoWwTQQ/s400/31315_1185677700480_1784413727_339959_7155163_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467647108838686562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys playing 'CopyCat':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ME6ulgqXxug&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ME6ulgqXxug&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Who's the sexiest?":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrjOuuqNn0A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QrjOuuqNn0A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had Dominos for lunch and watched Phantom of the Paradise with Mrs. Zeidler. "Weird movie." I couldn't agree more with Helena. I had a blast staying over, playing the piano and getting along with everyone. It's definitely one of the weekends I'd always remember. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VIELEN DANK ALLE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-980136972709988887?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/980136972709988887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=980136972709988887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/980136972709988887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/980136972709988887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-2nd-2010.html' title='MAY 2ND 2010'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S-D8Djlc-hI/AAAAAAAABKU/UnJseQJIa7s/s72-c/31315_1185678540501_1784413727_339971_2715669_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-8959230423042746453</id><published>2010-05-03T13:30:00.041+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:48:16.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY 1ST 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tokio Hotel was amazing!&lt;/b&gt; I had such a great time even though I didn't get my copy of Humanoid CD signed because the boys and I didn't have a copy beforehand. Helena waited in line for the signing session which started at 11.40am, while Reyhan, Viktor and I played around with the directories to locate the nearby Rock Corner outlet. We climbed a few stairs, walked a few miles, okay that was a lie. We traveled by feet and took advantage of the escalators as well as the elevators. We figured since the line was growing continuously, it was best if we had our breakfast and so we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2G5k7VJzmKg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2G5k7VJzmKg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had a good laugh. Guess what? &lt;i&gt;"Burger King doesn't provide refills anymore."&lt;/i&gt; Poor Viktor, but if I remembered correctly, he bought himself yet another cup of coke and a packet of cheese sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a peak at the Concourse Area and everyone seemed extremely excited and sang along to songs from the Humanoid album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About an hour later, Tokio Hotel entered backstage:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKIJOlzpblk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKIJOlzpblk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had to wait for another twenty minutes for Tokio Hotel to exit the runway for the signing session to begin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as they sat, Dogs Unleashed began playing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/43iQpixthH8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/43iQpixthH8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We left after a few minutes and thought it was a good idea for a movie even though there were countless number of people waiting in line. That wasn't even the downside of it. What's worse was that once we made it to the counter, we weren't able to purchase tickets to '&lt;b&gt;When In Rome&lt;/b&gt;' because there were two available seats left. How about other movies, such as '&lt;b&gt;The Crazies&lt;/b&gt;' you asked? Oh, &lt;i&gt;"It's for 18 and above, are any of you 18? Sorry, we can't issue tickets even if you are 17."&lt;/i&gt; Age restrictions never made sense. A year younger, does not make any difference okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since we wasted our time waiting in line, the next best alternative was BOWLING! Viktor and I did not understand the payment method. It was completely confusing, therefore we paid for two games at first. The boys were great players. Reyhan was in the lead from the beginning but Viktor won towards the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just like mine, Reyhan's pants wasn't staying on. Hence, we made our way to Tropicana Life and he bought himself a new belt and a t-shirt. Designers please take note that the belt was horribly design. It was a belt with two metal piece as the belt buckle and there weren't any holes. We spent forever trying to figure out how the belt actually works but failed to do so. From my point of view, it was inappropriate to be fixing someone else's belt while it's on their waist at the same time, hilarious as the boys were doing it in public. Caught a few people looking our way. Haha, boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The boys and I had lunch at Molten Lava and ordered two sets of churro with icing on top which looked like flour. But the food and drinks were great. The boys went on ranting, once either one of them finished talking, I'd say "&lt;i&gt;You bore me.&lt;/i&gt;" Topics were thrown in left and right, I couldn't be bothered to lend my ears anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I felt like crying as it was raining and the queue kept on growing. Entered One Utama yet again and sat on the couch. It was a terrible feeling, Reyhan felt sorrowful, I was already feeling blue and felt worse by looking at him. All we did was stare at the passerby and to lighten up the atmosphere, Viktor invented a game called 'Count the number of good looking/average looking/doesn't have to be hot looking girls or guys that passes by.' I refuse to play at first, I mean come on, there aren't any British around. But I ended up with 17 guys, Reyhan and Viktor, 5 or below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, we decided to stand in the rain and wait for the rock bands to perform. Reyhan was kind enough and offered me his jacket though I refused because didn't want him to stand in the rain. We didn't even need tickets to enter and at one point I couldn't bare to stand any longer. But as Pop Shuvit and Bunkface performed spectacularly, I felt better. They're both talented Malaysian musicians. Though it was awkward not knowing any of their lyrics and hearing other Malaysians rocking out to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tokio Hotel was worth the wait. The first song they performed was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Noise&lt;/span&gt;. One of their favourites to begin with. Followed along with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Human Connect To Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Pain Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;World Behind My Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hey You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Ready Set Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dogs Unleashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Automatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Screamin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Forever Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEHDtP3Tnaw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEHDtP3Tnaw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least, &lt;b&gt;DURCH DEN MONSUN&lt;/b&gt;! Oh My God, my all time favourite song of theirs in Deutsch. They were amazing! Durch Den Monsun! Wow, although I was hoping that they'd perform all songs in German, but Durch Den Monsun made my night. I sang my heart out to all of their songs and was pumped when Durch Den Monsun started playing. I appreciate Reyhan's company even though he didn't know the lyrics to Durch Den Monsun, he stood by my side and sang along like I did, and held me when I was about to fall. Mehr Deutsch nächste Mal, ja?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kct5Fe1kFrU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kct5Fe1kFrU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS YOU GEORG&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S97t7hhRwEI/AAAAAAAABJ0/RL1xo6UK_Mg/s400/DSC_79421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467068604540371010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S97t7Jf14fI/AAAAAAAABJs/r2ubS0CIbiE/s1600/DSC_8202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S97t7Jf14fI/AAAAAAAABJs/r2ubS0CIbiE/s400/DSC_8202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467068598091899378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a memorable day and night. Right after the concert, I've lost all energy and didn't feel like going for the Meet and Greet session. Thanks to the boys for their support, I went for it. Stood in line with Kim, Gitu, Charlotte and a few others. It wasn't as pleasant as I thought it would be since EVERYONE, seemed to be having a pass. Apart from that, everything turned out great and now, I've only got a million other dreams to fulfill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Credits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. GOD. :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. My parents for allowing me to chase after my dreams.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Mr. and Mrs. Zeidler Lim for willing to drive us to One Utama and back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Reyhan and Viktor for making it a super special and fun day for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Helena, Gitu, Kim, Charlotte and everyone else for being there. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. All the sponsors for bringing down Tokio Hotel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Lyris Elliza for the M&amp;amp;G pass.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. YouTube/Blogs for the videos and pictures.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Pop Shuvit, Bunkface and Tokio Hotel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Georg Moritz Hagen Listing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-8959230423042746453?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/8959230423042746453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=8959230423042746453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8959230423042746453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/8959230423042746453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/05/tokio.html' title='MAY 1ST 2010'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S97t7hhRwEI/AAAAAAAABJ0/RL1xo6UK_Mg/s72-c/DSC_79421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2699332411961960060</id><published>2010-04-20T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:03:52.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zimmer 483/ Scream/ Humanoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We understood the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Pain Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; through your music, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Forever Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, we'll give you support. We dream of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;That Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to unite with you in real life, and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;In Your Shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, we will shine forever. Each of us wanting your &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, craving us making us crazy like &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Dogs Unleashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. When our world falls apart, you whispered in our ears: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Zoom Into Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". When everything seemed bleak, and we felt like &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Screamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;'&lt;/b&gt; out, you taught us how to make some &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and take a stand for ourselves. When we are being challenged, we yell: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Hey You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Leave me to be, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Down On You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tonight." One day, we shall embrace the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Alien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; within us and see the unknown &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;World Behind Our Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Let us endure through &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love And Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and together we'll crash into the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Dark Side Of The Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. You remind us of our emotions when we turn into &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Automatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Humanoids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, when &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; no longer &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Connects To Humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. You will be there to pull us out when we become a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Phantom Rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who can't make it out on our own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://thatdaynevercame.tumblr.com/"&gt;Delfina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2699332411961960060?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2699332411961960060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2699332411961960060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2699332411961960060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2699332411961960060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/04/zimmer-483schreiscreamautomatischhumano.html' title='Zimmer 483/ Scream/ Humanoid'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-7820360836186724226</id><published>2010-04-20T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:18:10.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Late and I'm Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Each happy friend increases your own chance of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;being happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; by 9 percent, whereas each unhappy friend decreases it by 7 percent. You are 15 percent more likely to be happy if a direct connection is happy, 10 percent if the friend of a friend is happy, and 6 percent if it’s a friend of a friend of a friend. It’s not just happiness that spreads in a social network. Same goes for cigarette smoking. They found that when someone quits, a friend’s likelihood of quitting smoking was 36 percent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Okay. Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-7820360836186724226?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/7820360836186724226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=7820360836186724226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7820360836186724226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/7820360836186724226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-late-and-im-tired.html' title='It&apos;s Late and I&apos;m Tired.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-3593757735401181271</id><published>2010-04-14T15:40:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:23:03.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokio Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Firstly, I'd like to thank those who became a fan of Everyone Connects on Facebook upon my invite and for those who didn't, Ich haße dich. No, not really. Thanks for being a part of my friend list anyways. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, as many of you have already heard/know, Tokio Hotel is coming down to Malaysia on May 1st and is mainly sponsored by TM. However, in order to obtain the so called 'free' tickets, customers would need to be subscribed to their latest Blockbuster Package. Actually, I wouldn't mind purchasing it but it was only available at their Ground Events held across KL and it rained the entire week. Hence, I wasn't allowed out and so I messaged other TH Fans through Facebook and a few days later, I was told the Meet and Greet passes were all sold out. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, Everyone Connects Facebook fanpage was running a competition which includes prizes such as two free tickets, meet and greet passes as well as all paid expense trip to catch Black Eyed Peas live in London. Without delay, I completed the survey and invited 25 friends. The competition went on for about a week and I managed to recruit about 20 friends. I didn't think I was going to win since there were plenty more fans and they'd probably enlisted more friends than I did. Once the competition ended, the waiting took a while which drove most of us insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the clock kept ticking and days passed by, I wasn't bothered about it anymore and carried on with my Artwork. I then checked my Twitter and Kim announced that she had won yet another pair of TH tickets. Appalled at what she had tweeted, I replied with &lt;i&gt;"They called you?"&lt;/i&gt; because several winners were called before the winners list had been posted and the respond I receive from her was &lt;i&gt;"Harisha! You won tickets to Tokio Hotel!"&lt;/i&gt; I couldn't be more excited and so I rushed out of my seat and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mum, can I please go to a concert on May 1st?&lt;/i&gt;" I asked as I stuck out my head out the door. &lt;i&gt;"No,"&lt;/i&gt; she replied. My jaws dropped and I was about to burst out crying. Was she serious? But our conversations did not end there. &lt;i&gt;"But why? I won a pair of tickets and you're not letting me go?"&lt;/i&gt; I asked frantically.&lt;i&gt; "Who are you going with?"&lt;/i&gt; she asked. &lt;i&gt;"..Viktor,"&lt;/i&gt; I said and again I received another&lt;i&gt; "NO"&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;"Well then, if you're not letting me go with him, will you at least allow me to go on my own?"&lt;/i&gt; I questioned. &lt;i&gt;"There is no way I'm letting you out of the house alone attending a concert and returning home at night. No way!"&lt;/i&gt; She shouted and there goes the door slams, loud music and those bloody tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told myself, "No matter what, you're going to that concert. There is no way I'm missing out on the concert of the year plus, I did tell Helena if Tokio Hotel were to perform here, I'd definitely attend." I went on Facebook, checked the winners list, searched my name and there it was. It did put a smile on my face knowing that I won. I then searched for Viktor's name and he had won too which means we had won four tickets in total. Dashed towards my mum for the second time and begged. &lt;i&gt;"Can I please, please, please go to the concert. Viktor won tickets too so Helena and Reyhan is going as well, please!"&lt;/i&gt; Bless her heart, she was obviously concerned about me returning home late. But I did receive her approval. Yes, I'll be there. Party starts at 6pm and it's never ending. I wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the next day, I attended school and asked Reyhan if he could go for the concert. He replied with a &lt;i&gt;"Yes"&lt;/i&gt; and as Viktor arrived, &lt;i&gt;"HEY, YOU WON TICKETS TO TOKIO HOTEL!"&lt;/i&gt; I informed him loudly. &lt;i&gt;"Bullsh.."&lt;/i&gt; I cut him off &lt;i&gt;"Hey, I'm serious! Didn't you check the winners list last night?"&lt;/i&gt; I stared at him seriously. He didn't buy it and that was why he kept asking. &lt;i&gt;"Really?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; "Yes,"&lt;/i&gt; I sighed. &lt;i&gt;"Oh, okay. That's great, that means Helena can come along,"&lt;/i&gt; he said. &lt;i&gt;"Yeah. You, me, Reyhan and Helena will be going."&lt;/i&gt; I responded and he nods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During ICT, he sat where I had saved my work but he sat there first before I attended ICT on Monday and on the next day, I sat at his place not knowing it was his as he arrived late. Yes, confusion. It's a long story. But I ended up sitting towards his left anyways. Since the computer I was about to use wasn't equipped with a PDF software, he offered me his seat which was pointless because I had a copy of my ICT past years in my hand though it was nice of him. I needed to wait for him to send me the required files through email. I peeked and what he had type and it said &lt;i&gt;"We won Tokio Hotel tickets!!!" &lt;/i&gt;I couldn't help but giggle. I urged him to sign into Facebook and check the winners list. He did as told and searched for his name and my name appeared in return. Strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Are you a huge fan of them?"&lt;/i&gt; Rahul asked. &lt;i&gt;"Well, I only started listening to them last September,"&lt;/i&gt; I replied. &lt;i&gt;"Em, I just don't like the.."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;"What about him?"&lt;/i&gt; I questioned without knowing which band member he was talking about. &lt;i&gt;"I just don't like the lead singer,"&lt;/i&gt; he continued. &lt;i&gt;"Why not? He's pretty right?"&lt;/i&gt; ..Silence. I know you think he's pretty too. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we had only won ourselves a pair of concert tickets, we spend several moments scrolling through the list of winners and having a good laugh at their names. We'd only realized it was mean after about five minutes but it didn't end there. &lt;i&gt;"Hey, if you were to win a pair of Meet and Greet Passes, you'd bring me right?"&lt;/i&gt; I asked. &lt;i&gt;"Of course!"&lt;/i&gt; He replied. We then started working on the past years with him singing &lt;i&gt;"Automatic"&lt;/i&gt;, I smirked, he did the same and again he goes &lt;i&gt;"Automatic"&lt;/i&gt;. It's nice knowing he is as excited as I am about the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harisha:&lt;/b&gt; "Hello? Helena? You there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helena:&lt;/b&gt; "Yeah, hey. What's up?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harisha:&lt;/b&gt; "Please be free on May 1st. We're going for Tokio Hotel!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helena:&lt;/b&gt; "But I don't have tickets."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harisha:&lt;/b&gt; "Well you don't need tickets. Viktor and I won two tickets each and that is why you and Reyhan is going!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helena:&lt;/b&gt; "Oh okay. But do we really have to go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harisha:&lt;/b&gt; "Oh My God! It's the concert of the year, you have too!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helena:&lt;/b&gt; "Mm, okay. I think I want to go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harisha:&lt;/b&gt; "You don't think. You're going anyways. :)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and today is the last day for Tokio Hotel's Humanoid City Tour. Great, it's time for Asia and they're starting off with Malaysia. Brilliant. I still haven't purchase a copy of Humanoid. :( I will, soon! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tokio Hotel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S8W63L1Gr_I/AAAAAAAABI8/SCNq8v1ZZ0o/s400/tumblr_kz57mpTPNL1qbo6hro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459975580487692274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Georch, Billa, Tomi, Unftav.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-3593757735401181271?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/3593757735401181271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=3593757735401181271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3593757735401181271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/3593757735401181271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/04/tokio-hotel.html' title='Tokio Hotel'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S8W63L1Gr_I/AAAAAAAABI8/SCNq8v1ZZ0o/s72-c/tumblr_kz57mpTPNL1qbo6hro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-1323586040676125917</id><published>2010-04-12T17:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:50:08.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, UH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm blogging right now because my life's in a terrible, horrible mess and I'm not even speaking in terms of Art Preparatory. I can't be bothered right now and I have a feeling I'm scoring a U. Sometimes I do wonder if all the hard work is ever worth it. For the first 2/4 of the day, I've been rushing here and there and I wonder, if I don't make it, was it worth the chase?  And if I do, is this where I want to be? My parents do hope that I make it through. Well, as for me, after all this hassle, I don't wish for it anymore even though it's been my life long dream to finally achieve it. I know, how stupid can I be to stop chasing and wishing for my dreams to come to life? If only I could hold back these tears, life would be so much easier. Seriously, stop crying would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't be more thankful as I received and read the e-mail. Tears rushed down my cheeks, happy tears that is. It felt as if I was dreaming since I had only read it at 4.36am last week. I had been over excited that I wasn't even able to sleep the entire morning. It was definitely one of the best emails I've received of all time. I know, what's with the exaggeration? Well, two heartbreaks explains it all, does it not? I had been puzzled, devastated, depressed ever since I receive both replies from two institution with their response "Sorry, no." Therefore, the email I received last week blew my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only friends that know what I'm talking about is Helena and Viktor. Well this post hasn't been too clear for all the readers but I wouldn't want to provide too much information. At least not for now. But I assume most of you know what I'm talking about already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harisha:&lt;/b&gt; You're the first one to know about this. Not even Viktor knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helena:&lt;/b&gt; WHAT? WHY? OH MY GOD? ARE YOU SERIOUS? BUT WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harisha:&lt;/b&gt; Haha, well.. Der Rest ist Geschicte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S8L08IDPUFI/AAAAAAAABIM/spwegxhG4KA/s320/tumblr_l0qem4w27O1qb4pdwo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459195012116861010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S8L08ueFstI/AAAAAAAABIU/NCy2CQEYTN0/s320/n1109730157_30033232_1435.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459195022430024402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S8L0842-rlI/AAAAAAAABIc/6GMk1s4leBs/s320/2d7xybn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459195025218776658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S8L09JhcIrI/AAAAAAAABIk/9Xse8RBR45s/s320/georg-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459195029691835058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S8L1l91YzDI/AAAAAAAABIs/H53fmqkgx34/s320/tumblr_l0frkwBSXT1qbsiefo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459195730928913458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-1323586040676125917?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/1323586040676125917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=1323586040676125917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1323586040676125917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1323586040676125917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-uh.html' title='Life, UH.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S8L08IDPUFI/AAAAAAAABIM/spwegxhG4KA/s72-c/tumblr_l0qem4w27O1qb4pdwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-2499095070296992539</id><published>2010-04-05T21:00:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:38:43.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glücklich April. ☺</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S7noOGdw51I/AAAAAAAABIE/Y7vTvpu56W4/s1600/tumblr_kv0eioOHHw1qz7t0xo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinion drown out your inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary."&lt;/i&gt; - Steve Jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S7nfvrjO5_I/AAAAAAAABHc/LksnVc83VjE/s320/steve-jobs-3g-iphone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456638433773414386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irish blessings:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S7noMj3Oa5I/AAAAAAAABHk/m7J-Atjbdm8/s320/tumblr_kxy6gltWRI1qz5njko1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456647726019013522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always, go left:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S7noNz0cF1I/AAAAAAAABH8/je0UgTSDbso/s320/tumblr_kzs01hac1X1qz5njko1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456647747482163026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deutschland:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S7noNIE7HZI/AAAAAAAABHs/wShiemODZSI/s320/tumblr_kve190RfUF1qa4ygxo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456647735740145042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, short staff:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S7noNjM1KHI/AAAAAAAABH0/KZC7XRYeCgU/s1600/tumblr_kz26u63HZS1qz5njko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S7noNjM1KHI/AAAAAAAABH0/KZC7XRYeCgU/s320/tumblr_kz26u63HZS1qz5njko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456647743021066354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S7noOGdw51I/AAAAAAAABIE/Y7vTvpu56W4/s1600/tumblr_kv0eioOHHw1qz7t0xo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S7noOGdw51I/AAAAAAAABIE/Y7vTvpu56W4/s320/tumblr_kv0eioOHHw1qz7t0xo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456647752487331666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S7noNz0cF1I/AAAAAAAABH8/je0UgTSDbso/s1600/tumblr_kzs01hac1X1qz5njko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S7noNjM1KHI/AAAAAAAABH0/KZC7XRYeCgU/s1600/tumblr_kz26u63HZS1qz5njko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-2499095070296992539?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/2499095070296992539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=2499095070296992539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2499095070296992539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/2499095070296992539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/04/view-3400-me.html' title='Glücklich April. ☺'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/S7nfvrjO5_I/AAAAAAAABHc/LksnVc83VjE/s72-c/steve-jobs-3g-iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-5477407368821896590</id><published>2010-03-30T16:00:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:49:56.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Blog it out!"</title><content type='html'>I attended school today in order to obtain and review my exam marks along with the EMS. I would not want to provide excessive details upon it since mine were all right. By looking at it, it is as if someone threw up on it and I do not want to mention about it anymore. Although, I shall point out several mistakes of mine because I can't believe my own eyes I actually wrote and thought about those gibberish answers during the exams, horrific. Now really Harisha? What is with your "I don't care" attitude?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have absolutely no clue to what I was thinking before, during and after the examinations. I could not even put an effort to read the rules and regulations which were stated for a reason. Furthermore, instructions were typed to avoid errors. But no, I had one of those "Too Long; Didn't Read" moment even though it was as short as the shortest earthworm in the entire universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths, how I absolutely adore you. As always, maths isn't one of my specialities and even if I do practice it, I'd say the probability of scoring at least a C.. wait no. We started off with our final maths topic today which was 'probability' and it went pretty well, I was progressing slowly although it did not seem as hard. Yet it was confusing and now, I am actually using the word itself without even knowing how the methods works. Was ist das? Anyway, back to where I trailed off. Even if I were to revise, I'd say there's a 50/50 chance of passing. I was called over by Ms Shalini to verify my marks. Sure it wasn't what I wanted but what she had said had been nice to hear. It went something like this.. &lt;i&gt;"Maybe you could attend school twice a week so that we could work on it and so that I could push you.."&lt;/i&gt; By it, she meant those topics I had trouble with (Statistics, Bearings and Volumes). The second she said &lt;i&gt;"push you.."&lt;/i&gt; I had this vision of her pushing me off of a cliff with a branch for failing terribly and that she hates me for eternity since I've failed her countlessly, but in reality I smiled and nodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahasa Melayu, my national language. My level of speaking the language seems to be extremely low, lower than the ground I stand on. Aber was immer, das war so blöd! Es ist nicht mag, Ich werde sie Zukunft benötigen! Schieße! As if my oral wasn't bad enough, the answers provided for the comprehension section was complete nonsense. There were pictures provided and the instruction says "&lt;i&gt;Name&lt;/i&gt; one of the student who will &lt;i&gt;bring the necessities&lt;/i&gt;(refer to picture)". I did read it, once and I had assumed it says "&lt;i&gt;Name&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;the necessities&lt;/i&gt; below(refer to picture)". I have lost all hope in getting A's this year. I could not even score an A for Malay and here I am dreaming of it. I had a look at Aritz paper, he did it correctly and so he grabbed mine and translated the instructions which was clearly not needed, grr. I told them everyone makes mistakes and that mine was not funny but there was a trace of his laughter as I walked away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the brightside. Haha. What is this "The grass is greener on the other side" moment? Anyway, I finally get to see and speak with Bushra again after a week. There were millions of things to be shared but our time was limited. Though we did exchange updates which had been great. I definitely did have more to say to her personally and in real life, until next time, tune in. :) Break was nice I suppose. But last night was even better! Hah. Oh, nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets not speak of college. Well not from me that is. I've been depressed about it ever since I received both replies from two institutions and now, I do not know how and where I am going to end. Have I ever mention the only place I'd study in and live at is in the UK? Yes, about a billion-gazzilions of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's going to be a graduation day performance and I do hope Aritz keeps practicing those hot moves! Those arm flails and leg movements, yeah two minutes of it would do. Haha, just playing. As soon as Ms Marline left the class with the announcement he started dancing which had been hilarious and so he practiced and practiced. Also, thanks to Aritz, whenever I feel down and I pull off that sad/serious face, all I have to do is think of him and it would be difficult to wipe off the smile. No Aritz, I do not need to practice my serious face. Your attempt at doing a hair flip, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are plenty more that I need to blog about but it's already been an hour since I started typing out this post and what comes after is the 'proof-reading' which is the worse part of it. Anyway, I do hope you've enjoyed this long rambles of depression. I shall include happy posts soon. That is if I feel the same way. Danke schön für mein Blog lesen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harisha:&lt;/b&gt; Gute Nacht und Bis Spater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Viktor:&lt;/b&gt; Was ist Bis Spater?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harisha:&lt;/b&gt; See you later. Du bist Deutsch, nein?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Viktor:&lt;/b&gt; Ja, Ich bin Deutsch. Nicht du. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harisha:&lt;/b&gt; Eigenlicht, Ich bin Britisch. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deutsch, ja richtig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-5477407368821896590?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/5477407368821896590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=5477407368821896590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5477407368821896590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/5477407368821896590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-it-out.html' title='&quot;Blog it out!&quot;'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-1349978060089362761</id><published>2010-03-28T21:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:32:11.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zwanzig Fragen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Is it easy for someone to make you smile?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Way too easy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Tell me why you like the last song you listened to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- I love singing along to it, Tokio Hotel: Geisterfahrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What colour are your eyes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Where was the last place you fall asleep other than your bed? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- I'm not quite sure, most probably in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Just one. "I trust you." "No seriously, I don't trust anyone else." "Cross your heart?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"You promise?" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What would your name be without the first three letters?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;HAR&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strike)h&gt; ISHA. Haha.&lt;/strike)h&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Last thing you touched not computer-related? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- A glass of water to keep me hydrated. Not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. You currently in a fight with someone? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- No, I'd never get into a fight. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Do you have an older brother? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- A tall one, Hidayat. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Haha, definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Do you look at the keyboard when you type? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Depending on the language. Malay and German, yes. English, no. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Do you laugh a lot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Can't go a day without it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What always makes you feel better when you're upset? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM! And nothing else. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Have you ever been on a boat?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Yes. I've been on a few for multiple reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Tell me about the shirt/shirts you're wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Birthday present from Alex. There's glittery pink dots everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; Something I wouldn't wear but this shirt is way too lovely. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Do you have plans for today? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Think and Dream, Think and Dream. Always. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. When is the last time you took a nap?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Yesterday morning. I don't usually nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. What was on your mind most today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Jonas Kesseler, United Kingdom and The Seven Deadly Sins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Do you talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- Talk about it to those I love and trust. Hide them to certain people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. What instant messaging service do you use?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;- MSN, Yahoo, AIM, Skype and eBuddy= NO LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-1349978060089362761?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/1349978060089362761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=1349978060089362761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1349978060089362761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1349978060089362761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/03/zwanzig-fragen.html' title='Zwanzig Fragen.'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296576228159950294.post-1821366346281594636</id><published>2010-03-27T21:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:35:23.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube- AppleGirl002</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YouTube is made of wonders. I've recently discovered Applegirl002 and wow, she's amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's a Korean with a lovely voice and uses the iPhones to create beats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HK15Fwho6Ys"&gt;(Cover)Beyonce- Irreplaceable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HK15Fwho6Ys&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HK15Fwho6Ys&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzh2UygPwDU&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;(Cover)Lady GaGa- PokerFace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzh2UygPwDU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzh2UygPwDU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brilliant!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5296576228159950294-1821366346281594636?l=my-storylines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/feeds/1821366346281594636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5296576228159950294&amp;postID=1821366346281594636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1821366346281594636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5296576228159950294/posts/default/1821366346281594636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-storylines.blogspot.com/2010/03/youtube-applegirl002.html' title='YouTube- AppleGirl002'/><author><name>Harisha Haris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03730977198862505619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqNDFFbxz1I/TQsUsLBsstI/AAAAAAAABxo/xqdxpP-__ZA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
