tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15331654088118017852024-03-13T14:58:50.920+07:00Thunder Attack of the Golden Monkey WarriorMoves That Will Shock the Martial Arts WorldJasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-25014444813448500882009-07-10T10:52:00.003+07:002009-07-10T11:03:48.192+07:00Hello!Hello people of Earth!<br /><br />Sorry for the lack of updates, as everybody can guess I've been busy with work stuff and I've always gotten home quite tired to blog.<br /><br />Twitter's been a LOT of help though as that's the only way I could catch up with my readers and/or followers.<br /><br />A lot has happened. Maybe I'll do my (in)famous catch up posts later!<br /><br />Anyways I'll be leaving for Brisbane, Australia for AMUNC 2009. :D<br /><br />SUPER excited!<br /><br />Wish me a safe flight will you?<br /><br />Anyways highlight of the 3 weeks I haven't blogged was me meeting up with my girls!<br />I LOVE THEM TO BITS! <3<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-tF9mlv8P0OS3ujo3KT1hzGXWYmRhKqzi-wBLkc7k8jnf50oN2FC_r7GX7IdcOk3PBzUbaNZi8HSZco5J_xv0WWUYBQuJLElwRAhPAB2ZUDDpv_infJ9h6LF7iYSLeWy5LyhC3-nV-c/s1600-h/DSCN8237.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-tF9mlv8P0OS3ujo3KT1hzGXWYmRhKqzi-wBLkc7k8jnf50oN2FC_r7GX7IdcOk3PBzUbaNZi8HSZco5J_xv0WWUYBQuJLElwRAhPAB2ZUDDpv_infJ9h6LF7iYSLeWy5LyhC3-nV-c/s400/DSCN8237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356677105125305234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRJlZO1nudrqPTBOTDllAT9YQhOxaNSHfnweInUPCKZmzkKeG4XbXQePn54aOCIQQLak20pZIUZYdWb3hupn1WgJGtWCeYf_lb8wi8n519alVxzvrYhOrb3YkQX4A5OB-MCto0Ufa06o/s1600-h/DSCN8236.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRJlZO1nudrqPTBOTDllAT9YQhOxaNSHfnweInUPCKZmzkKeG4XbXQePn54aOCIQQLak20pZIUZYdWb3hupn1WgJGtWCeYf_lb8wi8n519alVxzvrYhOrb3YkQX4A5OB-MCto0Ufa06o/s400/DSCN8236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356677103648372674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKO6_brZDy0tp3MQVINJkpsaFE-dp7pukw7QNQ0-J0IdNreH39er3dMsauSIp7gq2-h0DJU28Cb3eLe8ZRo_qK5jZbGdw-7ueWg07yBFvHKVW4tQxaBWGoABjAbyI1R8k2VFl1mya7eN8/s1600-h/DSCN8210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKO6_brZDy0tp3MQVINJkpsaFE-dp7pukw7QNQ0-J0IdNreH39er3dMsauSIp7gq2-h0DJU28Cb3eLe8ZRo_qK5jZbGdw-7ueWg07yBFvHKVW4tQxaBWGoABjAbyI1R8k2VFl1mya7eN8/s400/DSCN8210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356677095572838754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KURgF-3NqHr6FxMqZDnKYcMNuQOdcUo-H6krYChIfgIspips5sNGJifjx6-7tZe313ijF33LeEUR5jyijpNhsNiFB0DjID11aT0skOLEC8C20b4JdQUrl2uckDz63k4_yIcgyWiHU-o/s1600-h/DSCN8181.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KURgF-3NqHr6FxMqZDnKYcMNuQOdcUo-H6krYChIfgIspips5sNGJifjx6-7tZe313ijF33LeEUR5jyijpNhsNiFB0DjID11aT0skOLEC8C20b4JdQUrl2uckDz63k4_yIcgyWiHU-o/s400/DSCN8181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356677089624077682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dVdTt90kqfMgyMDWU8aey2L4oGk0T_FbFU_Ut7V0T7QxudTxcqNqYkQwaXuMCzwzrIbEZ1Ec6kn0gduzKmVEmY9tO_MSh7gVyudZ9fA8mqoaQWZXGpcVRcnV0GS62zGY_dadBHwETKc/s1600-h/DSCN8206.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dVdTt90kqfMgyMDWU8aey2L4oGk0T_FbFU_Ut7V0T7QxudTxcqNqYkQwaXuMCzwzrIbEZ1Ec6kn0gduzKmVEmY9tO_MSh7gVyudZ9fA8mqoaQWZXGpcVRcnV0GS62zGY_dadBHwETKc/s400/DSCN8206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356677084119576850" border="0" /></a>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-89137129840888461312009-06-14T07:20:00.000+07:002009-06-14T07:20:40.529+07:00Hapi. :)This is the second blog post of the day as there are simply a <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">LOT</span></span> of things I want to share...<br /><br />My organizer's filled with possible blog entries that I wanted to post but I guess I couldn't.<br />Among those are celebrating Hasbi's birthday at his house, receiving that box of my mom's and beloved grandmother's old articles of clothings, trying them on with my sisters, and my last shopping spree of which I bought a <a href="http://www.vintagekimono.com/Hapi.asp"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hapi</span></span></a> out of all things! ;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1pszj3iwJekwgG5dVVGFQWYaz2SiDY5S4r4XRKPlwSW6iDzJOdP2II13B6RyrLdQ-bL1DqXyojVbmgeFrPQz1OVor_80vlwXqn94WXftpmHPhvnNLbatqQHaA03l00TxXqbRAoFSU_g/s1600-h/DSCN7599h.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1pszj3iwJekwgG5dVVGFQWYaz2SiDY5S4r4XRKPlwSW6iDzJOdP2II13B6RyrLdQ-bL1DqXyojVbmgeFrPQz1OVor_80vlwXqn94WXftpmHPhvnNLbatqQHaA03l00TxXqbRAoFSU_g/s400/DSCN7599h.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346787394836708322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My sister <a href="http://www.blogger.com/tamaraalasdair.blogspot.com">Tamara</a> donning the Hapi. :)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The boot's mine btw.</span></span><br /></div><br />Anyways I've been pretty content with my job, despite missing school so much. My work is very interesting. I've got lots to learn and I hope this shows when I have to present my internship report in front of the DBS BOD and most of all the school faculty. :)<br /><br />Interesting jobs call on interesting attire I must say. I really wanted to post ALL my work attires from the last two weeks but it was only recently that it dawned upon me that I could take pictures of myself in the ladies' bathroom before work hours LOL.<br /><br />I got there WAY early. Like one-and-a-half hour early.<br />I got WAY too much time on my hands. :)<br /><br />June 10, 2009<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnPfLrqnLCyALZZIM3NQi3ONJ5_L_ahM1chJNu7eSWkoNFFlyXK3HRcdS0jpsDcGpTtrZe7AxUsBz2oBMDlOzuxFAwsqH2jNmuvhyphenhyphenzcYJUY50-cvfL2D7mKzJXP25vLfSA2lQwAOlQJRA/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnPfLrqnLCyALZZIM3NQi3ONJ5_L_ahM1chJNu7eSWkoNFFlyXK3HRcdS0jpsDcGpTtrZe7AxUsBz2oBMDlOzuxFAwsqH2jNmuvhyphenhyphenzcYJUY50-cvfL2D7mKzJXP25vLfSA2lQwAOlQJRA/s400/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346967544977924514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMpjWMNp1GoFFuTSJag0h93iIkiRaDH9nXaow2WC-aYx4ggb5KSZlY2ECoPwn-V12pCS7CaWKMv0uWbNMms4tME4vytGi02Y2_hNUdYx6UiD5v-OjxmtrDZpuQuMO7OSLoRFtaTghliE/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+106094.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMpjWMNp1GoFFuTSJag0h93iIkiRaDH9nXaow2WC-aYx4ggb5KSZlY2ECoPwn-V12pCS7CaWKMv0uWbNMms4tME4vytGi02Y2_hNUdYx6UiD5v-OjxmtrDZpuQuMO7OSLoRFtaTghliE/s400/Copy+of+W910i+106094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346966674313321586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbCoUqw93VWgaYdHLZbHK_n7nZ86hCuIlIdyYXQj_7K_ZzeGG4IkDxR96PtreYbxu_Fy2FKmykVueV6TFBBcSua6PSsAVbetBPTHL1k1wtOcsZqIDsULKcdIZ29fe4QqTD6vGsSr4UGk/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+106093.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbCoUqw93VWgaYdHLZbHK_n7nZ86hCuIlIdyYXQj_7K_ZzeGG4IkDxR96PtreYbxu_Fy2FKmykVueV6TFBBcSua6PSsAVbetBPTHL1k1wtOcsZqIDsULKcdIZ29fe4QqTD6vGsSr4UGk/s400/Copy+of+W910i+106093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346965659864867266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSWJhrEtWilsT-wZF8pL5RnA6G6BOtN5pY8HlqhaWgcUAj-UTObAa5IJXGcT3d9gUwDHxHAieWXBCpgQEQxRWA37CE4X8hFsfr0Hih_NAhNlNQJEantrnkADbaiDchwpWV43JaLWUjD8/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+106092.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQSWJhrEtWilsT-wZF8pL5RnA6G6BOtN5pY8HlqhaWgcUAj-UTObAa5IJXGcT3d9gUwDHxHAieWXBCpgQEQxRWA37CE4X8hFsfr0Hih_NAhNlNQJEantrnkADbaiDchwpWV43JaLWUjD8/s400/Copy+of+W910i+106092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346965655235221762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6rs5-gXGwLeJudnTovJs-e0OJAYL2P1cw_7bXMr6mKRQb1D3bvFFbzI-FellDkxdz0RXlWBVR6rVwPyAZP_UuUVt80KSLdd8jLFSC3gW_-RHaLIHuv2sXJJ08bIa0jCkx17myKMr89VM/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+106091.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6rs5-gXGwLeJudnTovJs-e0OJAYL2P1cw_7bXMr6mKRQb1D3bvFFbzI-FellDkxdz0RXlWBVR6rVwPyAZP_UuUVt80KSLdd8jLFSC3gW_-RHaLIHuv2sXJJ08bIa0jCkx17myKMr89VM/s400/Copy+of+W910i+106091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346965654971662930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3b82OSqcrOiadmXH1-GibVQifsQTzsaAdhcdjvKdJn1sOiirIIW3_9ZssC_DkqRvKpKIR5bs4Nd2FkgEAV26pAgZ7gIv4h5Zw8NAqUNFSeT937NDHMn_lZxzkk-gBqj4s0WAp5CTp1V0/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+10609.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3b82OSqcrOiadmXH1-GibVQifsQTzsaAdhcdjvKdJn1sOiirIIW3_9ZssC_DkqRvKpKIR5bs4Nd2FkgEAV26pAgZ7gIv4h5Zw8NAqUNFSeT937NDHMn_lZxzkk-gBqj4s0WAp5CTp1V0/s400/Copy+of+W910i+10609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346965649850479218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My mom's old skirt--one of the treasure troves in that box my aunt sent in.<br />It was a mini on her because she's taller but it was decent length for me though...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The bevel of the mirrors made the skirt longer than it is. It's actually just above the knees.</span><br /></span></div><br />June 11, 2009<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDeQfBh7sXOtVy9GTOn8Pj3ct9zntcOa9knvNoNtXqq5GY6PHR7rlfiyZjsmdFEj7VAzn39vCQs4Z6f6a78qqChi0aAhbGd4VvSmk-m739Xad1o5jyBIKdym5-hDnpJNeJSCNAolOKqk/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDeQfBh7sXOtVy9GTOn8Pj3ct9zntcOa9knvNoNtXqq5GY6PHR7rlfiyZjsmdFEj7VAzn39vCQs4Z6f6a78qqChi0aAhbGd4VvSmk-m739Xad1o5jyBIKdym5-hDnpJNeJSCNAolOKqk/s400/DSC00190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346967550157068082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgzmwvWXVgDXgR9XZgMGAGe2tqURwxw0UcaQcPmpwt8rCI_zM1V1PG1ZhfX4r8Trdl-qvsftZEPzXEQcqOotNvGGBQd2JGXqkeOs8pcfZCT5lggbXhjoFQcypRgGO2MMnKfyEY-Mii9Ro/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+136095.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCNl_Mxx6lTRM7dHcqA10fm35CAtaOAfu2_8hMWGaOMoX0-t5lJ0ihVQQjbROnH2Voo1U5_uxjehMMYcqcdpywsJE-yuSilqjkz-4NlOlqNRdPOvsgVQIRy8OQHy4JVaHsAwigcBAOd4/s400/Copy+of+W910i+13609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346965652826088738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lVEcnNx4xYejC9DaTzYuWta0uHR0jhpJjXq2b6a3BRdTx38E0KCwwsTS3Hu7km_PEHxaMAFj6MfZZXiK-eOifhEm6EeGLumq-vSduaDJUFBl5fK33EVhIT15_80TaEbWsrCWn7tk2OI/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+136093.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lVEcnNx4xYejC9DaTzYuWta0uHR0jhpJjXq2b6a3BRdTx38E0KCwwsTS3Hu7km_PEHxaMAFj6MfZZXiK-eOifhEm6EeGLumq-vSduaDJUFBl5fK33EVhIT15_80TaEbWsrCWn7tk2OI/s400/Copy+of+W910i+136093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346966681459493986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The skirt was my mom's and the top was actually my sister's.<br />They put together the outfit for me haha.<br />Love them to pieces! :)<br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK6VthxZXVoapqhimE5ex8mWk77ORyQJVfMjRLDApUvcrqIXjfmLixUZl5wFTW7dbOeYVnoLxtZiFwjdqOYRW7PGgIOpFCu0C7gh0zsH4t8TwANtQwoM1lJgoujEj_xicRrWhbWMPJYt4/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+136096.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK6VthxZXVoapqhimE5ex8mWk77ORyQJVfMjRLDApUvcrqIXjfmLixUZl5wFTW7dbOeYVnoLxtZiFwjdqOYRW7PGgIOpFCu0C7gh0zsH4t8TwANtQwoM1lJgoujEj_xicRrWhbWMPJYt4/s400/Copy+of+W910i+136096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346967540515150098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">That day I also went to a work colleague's grandma's funeral.<br />It was done in a Batak custom. Everybody was wearing black and raucuous music was playing on the background.<br />I stood out like a thumb due to my ALL white outfit. ;)<br /></span></span></div><br />June 13, 2009<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2CVuZHZFUTQWIunPG1enVBoK15bP9JfJsoptMOxkWFotqfloBL6Ij_CYse5w93TQUHUoavYE-Het6CD4x21_5ZbD_TUUQMfSeKM_FS7B-gs2FbU4pw0I_pdoR4fcBpz8V6DPb1608Is4/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2CVuZHZFUTQWIunPG1enVBoK15bP9JfJsoptMOxkWFotqfloBL6Ij_CYse5w93TQUHUoavYE-Het6CD4x21_5ZbD_TUUQMfSeKM_FS7B-gs2FbU4pw0I_pdoR4fcBpz8V6DPb1608Is4/s400/DSC00201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346967804035294706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_y4K3awRhs3ctk3QKC95i4GilKR4lfmEdUmKqAevXbGD_-yWtxhKDE7Kjt0K4pdHAiIRPtNrwV-GO7oLX6suPBvrqzPtR1HNhcrwJsTbBCqUPdUlsNKF4vRwNwTvkDGYPMZr7TYclo8/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+136097.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_y4K3awRhs3ctk3QKC95i4GilKR4lfmEdUmKqAevXbGD_-yWtxhKDE7Kjt0K4pdHAiIRPtNrwV-GO7oLX6suPBvrqzPtR1HNhcrwJsTbBCqUPdUlsNKF4vRwNwTvkDGYPMZr7TYclo8/s400/Copy+of+W910i+136097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346967540359170338" border="0" /></a><br />:)Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-30324676700587948952009-06-14T06:37:00.006+07:002009-06-14T09:10:27.958+07:00Cakes and Tea.Today was surely one of the <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">happiest days</span></span> I've ever felt in the last two weeks.<br /><br />The day started with me picking up Echie (an epithet for Jessica) at Kutek, where she had to go to an internet cafe to send in some report to her boss at <a href="http://www.enriching-life.com/">Enriching-Life.</a> And then we went to the campus library to read up on internship reports done by the school's alumni.<br />We literally pored our hearts and eyes out on those internship reports. Plus we could only read 6 reports a day damnit!<br /><br />We were at loss for words because it seemed like<span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">no one had ever done a report on what we wanted to write on.</span></span><br />So there were no <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">benchmarks.</span></span><br />I must say Echie was luckier because she did find this report that analyzed the revenue of this oil company, although Echie wanted to write about expenditures (quite the opposite).<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">But nobody had ever written about risk management!!!</span></span><br />And the ones who did were Management students (I'm an Accountancy and Finance major) and theirs were, I'm sorry to say, <span style="font-size:130%;">poorly</span> made!<br /><br />Anyways we were gonna grab a <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">frozen yoghurt</span></span> after, but the traffic jam was not so friendly to let us do so.<br />Instead we did some <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">shopping</span></span> and Echie walked out of the store with a pair of pretty, pretty wedges plus 2 stockings (grey and black), while I got a pair of knee-length black socks and a pair of black thigh-high stockings. :)<br /><br />Afterwards, we went to <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Harvest</span></span> to satisfy our <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">sweet tooths. ;)</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtIefSX8JjaJoZhKY5A-3HVruryFKB3pdL5rkWXHHBsINq57MCF2mphili9JoaER5jhJ4kT_6odoUa-G9tyCctjSLWMQuYYEQUfoE4mrzWkTGoX48vVugp_b5iLwspqL1skuXrG7L1Q4/s1600-h/3595159336_ed47440a6f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtIefSX8JjaJoZhKY5A-3HVruryFKB3pdL5rkWXHHBsINq57MCF2mphili9JoaER5jhJ4kT_6odoUa-G9tyCctjSLWMQuYYEQUfoE4mrzWkTGoX48vVugp_b5iLwspqL1skuXrG7L1Q4/s400/3595159336_ed47440a6f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346787388308030130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Image courtesy of widianto.mukhodim.com</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH8CWxUdcSzElUdvAFgoeg4OvTqVaW5fMCPOYr9wP7le6RRF1xn5O_RVOfwd4xa62sYuieP3USOUoHE2ziuBkHq_ePK5dlJHW_WmDsLgENzdM1fjejP8CGElCGPzuPLKIHj56Px4I00_U/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH8CWxUdcSzElUdvAFgoeg4OvTqVaW5fMCPOYr9wP7le6RRF1xn5O_RVOfwd4xa62sYuieP3USOUoHE2ziuBkHq_ePK5dlJHW_WmDsLgENzdM1fjejP8CGElCGPzuPLKIHj56Px4I00_U/s400/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346746496347777714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Echie had a strawberry cheesecake and I had a chocolate mousse.<br />We shared our blueberry tea. ;)<br /><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2fhwrfCz7Qe3fhGV4HQomgK5QcftgynE6fbLN2yH1g0YF_xsf7aPTlOmKtXOXoOjWiDm6rG08720WVSOO1-ugJFoaA_-0stNUksm6AJWtPr5-3H_Rqx0HS-XcGaV5WUWtnO9Kq8v4-0/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2fhwrfCz7Qe3fhGV4HQomgK5QcftgynE6fbLN2yH1g0YF_xsf7aPTlOmKtXOXoOjWiDm6rG08720WVSOO1-ugJFoaA_-0stNUksm6AJWtPr5-3H_Rqx0HS-XcGaV5WUWtnO9Kq8v4-0/s400/DSC00210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346746493703326786" border="0" /></a><br />Being on campus, even for a short while made me realize just how much I <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">miss</span></span> school...<br /><br />Not this part though.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_z_uDEq2lqKSMx3wLB5NUc96GfRbeUBYyVoVw-GHPLhL2liT7cLpN4PGwmc81xyKunK-G3xktR7JQ7RKx_MRVl0KUGDGz6Y-NS1RLYlw5ecm0waG-l6pyN2qJLeAIF-2xCyJLE9X6o54/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+106095.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_z_uDEq2lqKSMx3wLB5NUc96GfRbeUBYyVoVw-GHPLhL2liT7cLpN4PGwmc81xyKunK-G3xktR7JQ7RKx_MRVl0KUGDGz6Y-NS1RLYlw5ecm0waG-l6pyN2qJLeAIF-2xCyJLE9X6o54/s400/Copy+of+W910i+106095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346952111836673410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Sitting upright on my bottom bed bunk, leaning on the wall, a Pokemon folding desk on my lap with a book propped open--in this case my Auditing book--with a stationery set ready at hand.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Hehe. It's quite uncanny for one to actually MISS school! But I do. And it was this that made up my mind to go and get a Masters degree scholarship before I decide to throw myself into the job market.<br />Plus it pays more when you're a graduate rather an undergrad I heard. All in all wish me luck in my studies! :)<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><normal></normal><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ANhHTWgxzqID1XUjcyOdDwA19hMujRV0p7vUFF1F2xxfT9FgEAg65m_WPAgVG3jLElCL4vml5q0MloeWbylrEDdGJ9i2F_RmxpqqB9M8z_rbGay_O6nHnPxyJajedllr4bLsya9isRA/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ANhHTWgxzqID1XUjcyOdDwA19hMujRV0p7vUFF1F2xxfT9FgEAg65m_WPAgVG3jLElCL4vml5q0MloeWbylrEDdGJ9i2F_RmxpqqB9M8z_rbGay_O6nHnPxyJajedllr4bLsya9isRA/s400/DSC00203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346952116374832162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">View from my desk.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-M5o5pOhHAwZiP9RfXn0EgYBqiEOGH68-6uS9OTZcQt9cdJ5Y4rUFq6eJdrGBl99pdozjpXkzOTIMcF3Z0uQCfz8aI8weqTOH8grt9wmzL6vysAHAbIALR0jj5wFCggvglTxnux86n8w/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-M5o5pOhHAwZiP9RfXn0EgYBqiEOGH68-6uS9OTZcQt9cdJ5Y4rUFq6eJdrGBl99pdozjpXkzOTIMcF3Z0uQCfz8aI8weqTOH8grt9wmzL6vysAHAbIALR0jj5wFCggvglTxnux86n8w/s400/DSC00202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346952113774776530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My desk. It was still morning so there were no paperworks on the desk yet.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbe-CRU0_sWWvRXvI5twtk3GQMa9nj0Yjs6HwoGkaRd_qwaPaPt-v8wx-5K_CKwg0LPR-AE7s8Apt8yTqMoPhqbjNqnzXqQQTek1iRUY1_sFTFsawAMucZyx995s6pivJyFBj4n5g2T0/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbe-CRU0_sWWvRXvI5twtk3GQMa9nj0Yjs6HwoGkaRd_qwaPaPt-v8wx-5K_CKwg0LPR-AE7s8Apt8yTqMoPhqbjNqnzXqQQTek1iRUY1_sFTFsawAMucZyx995s6pivJyFBj4n5g2T0/s400/DSC00204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346952119640199058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">What's in my drawer. ;)<br />Gotta have mouthwash and a mint candy!<br /></span></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-13655977448594984472009-06-13T21:38:00.003+07:002009-06-13T22:34:46.199+07:00Last Time We Went Out.This is long overdue as we went out right before my internship (right after mid-test).<br />But I miss campus so bad nowadays (and it's only been 2 weeks!!!) hehe.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We took pictures in the bathroom RIGHT after we got to PIM! :D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Zbja-WFZdk4c8nJv0Oq_RrJVzUFUuKhRgZU5Z_LClO-aoB9XdafHVKbiZhj7P6VDAyehFzzSJhIgJQaUARrJ0jKBrygn42puNds7Yy-DWQr3TFPUISRjWvWnbG0Tdc2tkCr3ojbjRVY/s1600-h/baru.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Zbja-WFZdk4c8nJv0Oq_RrJVzUFUuKhRgZU5Z_LClO-aoB9XdafHVKbiZhj7P6VDAyehFzzSJhIgJQaUARrJ0jKBrygn42puNds7Yy-DWQr3TFPUISRjWvWnbG0Tdc2tkCr3ojbjRVY/s400/baru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346823695191746498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">1st frame: Nanda (with the headband), Ratih (*kiss*), me!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We headed straight to the foodcourt afterwards as we were RAVENOUS.<br />Nanda, the SKINNIest one, had the most food intake (3rd frame)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Pnp4U-TcPaRIpiXnzapNYZx0N0FI5GmPtsAlKpHjJlrP7qPYvFFoDFTWQXEy8itqMzz6n4P8v1qJ3RZxpliHaigEOaaVauMpFYO7Vb-zGyCOLGvkD4oj0NtsZ1dzjH9HsDQ8szEiSyk/s1600-h/baru1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Pnp4U-TcPaRIpiXnzapNYZx0N0FI5GmPtsAlKpHjJlrP7qPYvFFoDFTWQXEy8itqMzz6n4P8v1qJ3RZxpliHaigEOaaVauMpFYO7Vb-zGyCOLGvkD4oj0NtsZ1dzjH9HsDQ8szEiSyk/s400/baru1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346823688838801282" border="0" /></a><br />We went for ice cream at ColdStone.<br />And acted retarded.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHqSjVwA0etGWE5MiAzoVcVUc4pSDAN01n6S4nb9wxTVrN_HE3ZKx1Mm4Ifk2CL_IQCaTwZyB3mCqLlTQ7QEP2T3tyYhWntg9EilBCakgXpf8LXWCOyiMH6H52dEmvLE78tBhhU1qzEU/s1600-h/baru3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHqSjVwA0etGWE5MiAzoVcVUc4pSDAN01n6S4nb9wxTVrN_HE3ZKx1Mm4Ifk2CL_IQCaTwZyB3mCqLlTQ7QEP2T3tyYhWntg9EilBCakgXpf8LXWCOyiMH6H52dEmvLE78tBhhU1qzEU/s400/baru3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346823690780824210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">The most retarded one as everyone can see, lol, is the one in yellow; Dewi.<br />In the last frame she got angry with her ice cream. Don't ask us why.<br />And the 1st frame... Well we're just speechless. ;) Hehe.<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We met Dita, wearing the hijab, with her boyfriend.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTBeI1EdS4MDgBYidStv4ozqV4O4CyH2xfB0hkNGsxcn-YkANF5JAK_y4Ubw2nCDgnHcSwD3LYh41dkzmmrqz5JzIPTV2SgPnjOu9YU4nYUbgeLn_Lz7dIUL5BgQBREH1Uf-R0BflpwkQ/s1600-h/baru2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTBeI1EdS4MDgBYidStv4ozqV4O4CyH2xfB0hkNGsxcn-YkANF5JAK_y4Ubw2nCDgnHcSwD3LYh41dkzmmrqz5JzIPTV2SgPnjOu9YU4nYUbgeLn_Lz7dIUL5BgQBREH1Uf-R0BflpwkQ/s400/baru2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346823691259554610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I ran into an old friend Yuke! Love her, miss her! :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHwyyJjCRwLl114eJSROa6nFMcWcQ9WCzVGhB0cUxQXwiiOXQAx871Qg4_7EXDDdAEy0cLl0JTi2EogoIqDcMuDCT17gxPzmo0XIUCmjUKcgi4IxRCiWCq11K5fVJUAXmLWne4p1Jhgk/s1600-h/baru4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHwyyJjCRwLl114eJSROa6nFMcWcQ9WCzVGhB0cUxQXwiiOXQAx871Qg4_7EXDDdAEy0cLl0JTi2EogoIqDcMuDCT17gxPzmo0XIUCmjUKcgi4IxRCiWCq11K5fVJUAXmLWne4p1Jhgk/s400/baru4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346823696552160882" border="0" /></a>Let's go out agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiinn!!! :D<br /></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-18473179912553730152009-06-08T20:19:00.008+07:002009-06-14T05:56:45.177+07:00Transfers. :)Hehe as you guys can see this is one of those catch up blog posts...<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I transferred departments today,</span></span> scroll down if you want to read the details why.<br />This may just be one of my <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">happiest</span></span> days. :)<br /><br /><br />I now realize that maybe <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >corporate banking just ain't for me.</span><br />But as for <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">risk management??? I <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >LOVE</span> it!!!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >Plus I got an A for the subject at school haha! :D :D :D</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><u>1:28 PM 6/3/2009</u></span><u></u><br /><br />I've been meaning to post for so long but all this internship thingy has really been getting in the way.<br /><br />I'm actually <big style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">pretty lucky</big> as I get to go home (or rather was convinced to go home) at the appropriate time (5 PM) than some--if not <big><b>all</b></big>--of the people in the office.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >One of them told me this morning that they were pretty </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >fortunate</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > to have gone home at 8 PM last night because usually they'd go home at </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><b>10-11PM.[!!!]</b></span><br />(*0*)<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />(*0*) is supposedly a shocked emoticon</span><br /><br />I was at first a bit reluctant to go home at 5, as nobody had gone home yet, but <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">my parents convinced me that:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">1.</span> I'm just an intern first of all<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">2.</span> I don't get paid overtime<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">3.</span> Who's gonna go home with me if I were late?!<br /><br />Anyways, I don't think I'm very much suited to this company. Maybe it's the department—I really hope it is!—I don't know. But I've never been this shy and quiet around people before...<br /><br />Heck my friends iDescribed me on facebook as being cheerful, funny, and extroverted! <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Shy and quiet just don't translate into Intan Alasdair!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I can't </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><b>wait</b></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> to get transferred soon! If I were to stay here for three more months I think I'll be </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >scarred my whole life.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> LOL.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Speaking of </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">scarring experiences</b></span>--if there is such a term btw--yesterday I had to suffer one! Well not really actually, as I didn't actually see the whole accident and stuff but it was still pretty scary...<br /><br />So my driver, who's only been working for two weeks and totally <big style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><b>SUCKED</b></big> at driving btw, <big style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">BAILED</big> on me and my family. He just said he resigned, end of story, no reasons or explanations.<br />Well I say,<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><big style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><b>"Good riddance!"</b></big><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We never liked him anyway.</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">But him leaving actually had a </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><b>downside</b></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> which is that it left my dad and I with no other means of transporting other than public transportation.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I went to his office yesterday which isn't very far from mine by bus. It was a 5 minute ride and costed the normal bus fare of Rp2.000--</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" >it shoulda been Rp1,500 as it's a very short distance lol!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">From there we got on an ojek, kinda like a taxi but on mopeds, to the Tanah Abang station to board a train to Pondok Ranji.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And we did.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We boarded that train, an express and business class too at that, and before long we were already at Palmerah...when </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >the train </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >stopped.</span><br /><br />People were confused as the train wasn't supposed to stop anywhere; it was supposed to take us straight to Pondok Ranji.<br /><br />Not long after we stopped the train officers pushed through the crowd to try to get to the back of the train. My dad asked one of them as they shoved their way through about what was happening.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><b>"A moped hit us," he said.</b></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhybjU9wcTN1bdxhdFxd130KHKRgtV49CNIkzoKEd3DhShb-XRZ8sF2qhQAcEhghje0td-X_-TqE5InDQ6wMNKD7mTiR83ZHa3E4WmalmXGMWaJa7pCouOrdAOPv_1i5AYV7tYYVYTpbcE/s1600-h/43242.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhybjU9wcTN1bdxhdFxd130KHKRgtV49CNIkzoKEd3DhShb-XRZ8sF2qhQAcEhghje0td-X_-TqE5InDQ6wMNKD7mTiR83ZHa3E4WmalmXGMWaJa7pCouOrdAOPv_1i5AYV7tYYVYTpbcE/s320/43242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344949265240692882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Image courtesy of Inilah.com<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUbGSxz70unN5i35mHbO-IvawsszkHUzDwOGq-tMFrK9bCGjXCr4P4FztgJPp_fwrem8U7v0D8Cr7AmPXu5JE5dhZZ9Ecy-vvF7TxHbEQOTHk5cEid_9Lr7SGjtnWg6Cxy2K2Q1YPii8/s1600-h/image163.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUbGSxz70unN5i35mHbO-IvawsszkHUzDwOGq-tMFrK9bCGjXCr4P4FztgJPp_fwrem8U7v0D8Cr7AmPXu5JE5dhZZ9Ecy-vvF7TxHbEQOTHk5cEid_9Lr7SGjtnWg6Cxy2K2Q1YPii8/s320/image163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344950031133505474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Image courtesy of suardi.files.wordpress.com</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >As soon as he said that people were reaching for their cellphones to call home. We could tell that was gonna take VERY long. And it did.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><br /><small>I thought to myself for a minute before realizing that I was disrespecting the dead, "Stupid mopeds and your rule breaking look where you have gotten yourselves into: DEATH! And now I have to go home late..."</small><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >We actually stopped two more times after that, and everytime we asked the officers who jostled through us to get to the back, it turned out that it was because of that accident.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mQ4Fzbccd-oU2nGdmCrvRNa5ulDiftoV3hfh5xwEHTYLEWv9ezMROqCQ6Nujo_Bavg2sQ7_Ogp04KnBbs4-Z3vihHjqcrEFbLT2ucU2LdTqd4et-6Z-LoTKH0PbFiVdXoQzueDOQnPo/s1600-h/pakistan_train_wideweb__470x310,0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mQ4Fzbccd-oU2nGdmCrvRNa5ulDiftoV3hfh5xwEHTYLEWv9ezMROqCQ6Nujo_Bavg2sQ7_Ogp04KnBbs4-Z3vihHjqcrEFbLT2ucU2LdTqd4et-6Z-LoTKH0PbFiVdXoQzueDOQnPo/s320/pakistan_train_wideweb__470x310,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344952922800076642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Image courtesy of www.smh.com.au<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSoGrvqTceoBBrmgQrhbD5E5gYRusdjhySp7ZA_ZJdXI1J1dYHr0g8BqPIIFG9_xHSuPbfsJqK-3AhHq-Td0m3iRxjN6yh2BE05RZCZkcT2ed9QPtlSEfZSnifzWERCw_7kP0-XJhVExY/s1600-h/photo_crash.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSoGrvqTceoBBrmgQrhbD5E5gYRusdjhySp7ZA_ZJdXI1J1dYHr0g8BqPIIFG9_xHSuPbfsJqK-3AhHq-Td0m3iRxjN6yh2BE05RZCZkcT2ed9QPtlSEfZSnifzWERCw_7kP0-XJhVExY/s320/photo_crash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344952516669653602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Image courtesy of www.svcag.org<br /></span></span></div><br />I imagined the conversation that was going on back there.<br /><br /><big style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><i>"Yo what's holding us up?!"<br />"Man, that guy's arm still stuck somewhere and it's clogging the wheel!"<br />"Oh man!"<br />"Hey there it is! Phew!"<br />"Whoa cool watch! Let's sell it and split the profit!"</i></big><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /></div><br />Anyways, <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">today is both Hasbi's and Farrah's birthdaaaaaaayy!!! :D</span></span><br />Hooray!!!<br />\(^o^)/~~<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Happy birthday my loves.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Today is a very special day, for the LORD SWT has chosen it for two of the most special people in my life and in my heart to be born on.<br />So let us rejoice in prayers and gratitude for the Almighty GOD for letting us celebrate it this year.<br />And may GOD SWT let us experience it again in the years to come.<br /><br />You're one year older.<br />And I hope one year wiser.<br /><br />You have yet to see the long road ahead of you and I wish you the best of luck.<br />Your journeys have just begun,<br />Farra with starting uni life,<br />and Hasbi with you last year of uni...<br /><br />I will be there for you all the way always.<br />And GOD SWT will be there too. :)<br /></span></div><br />Gotta get back to <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">WOOOORRRKK!!!</span><br /><br />:)<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><u>3:09 PM 6/3/2009</u></span></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-74979635900081653722009-06-05T02:47:00.005+07:002009-06-05T03:54:16.815+07:00Catching Up & Little Baghdad.So as you guys know, I started working June 1... And today will mark a FULL week of me working at <a href="http://www.dbs.com.sg/id/Pages/default.aspx">DBS Indonesia!!!</a> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Yay for me! ;)</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I've had an internship before at <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.deloitte.com/dtt/home/0,1044,sid%253D34136,00.html">Deloitte Touche Tohmatsu,</a> which was <span style="font-weight: bold;">FABULOUS</span> btw, but the fatigue was nowhere near this one... And before at DTT I had to go home at 12AM!!! LOL.<br /><br />Anyways I'll be posting some catch-up posts these few days to let the blog catch up to current events. This one I wrote in my office desktop after lunch lol.<br /><br /><u>June 1, 2009 13:26</u><br /><br />Yesterday <b>one of my dreams <big>LITERALLY CAME TRUE!!!</big></b><big></big><br />*Yaaayy!!!*<br />This may be an insignificant event to some, and a bit stupid really, but <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">VERY VERY</span></span> important to me nevertheless... :)<br /><br />So <span style="font-weight: bold;">Hasbi took me out to dinner</span> that day to Little Baghdad in Kemang. :)<br />And as soon as we got there, we ordered straight to the main course and I even asked for an additional Pita Bread to accompany my chicken curry! :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuezuafu4DjJ2CP6rvQx8OpyhM0BjnUdmIoENAzpSKOuK9TVFglxfB0kIL0uF2dYGSyHwOw3Lm0nTmE4t3NyReKqx3smDlufSWuW8P_sAxNs1jw_dCISSQyY9ZUY7yFeTB037NWvcX5Q4/s1600-h/00732.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuezuafu4DjJ2CP6rvQx8OpyhM0BjnUdmIoENAzpSKOuK9TVFglxfB0kIL0uF2dYGSyHwOw3Lm0nTmE4t3NyReKqx3smDlufSWuW8P_sAxNs1jw_dCISSQyY9ZUY7yFeTB037NWvcX5Q4/s400/00732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343574507115956002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Our Table.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My Chicken Curry and additional Pita Bread.<br />The drinks were Snow in Sahara (the white one) and Taste of Baghdad.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHxNfJe0SJ-A_kLY_-3AdrwB9W3Rw6TabSeE4k7SZr-zEnaNu8ABE1NRe30MTdlLLfL3-4Dhj5iQ4HCmoqrfLEcS3ltqn9SVFav8vIOo-vQG_S7c9LvVt6q61ViuasKyVTlAX-5CdNtU/s1600-h/DSCN7498.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHxNfJe0SJ-A_kLY_-3AdrwB9W3Rw6TabSeE4k7SZr-zEnaNu8ABE1NRe30MTdlLLfL3-4Dhj5iQ4HCmoqrfLEcS3ltqn9SVFav8vIOo-vQG_S7c9LvVt6q61ViuasKyVTlAX-5CdNtU/s400/DSCN7498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343574513494025730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hasbi ordered Shawarma.<br /></span></span></div><br />We actually got there <big style="font-style: italic;">WAY</big> early (around 16:30) so we slept it off in his car a bit before going in the restaurant.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUS0lhkst3fd-s5Z16b_MWPkaWmjALvog-_ZRUShX3RGna2e0-x4GiJcVyg7js3fMGdqxTW7aeg5kOLs0O1I2blCcXjRLM5RhX2pFHLNA_-_8iUWCRKe3cCs5tPeRDaW9kDhA3MSu23k/s1600-h/DSCN7483.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUS0lhkst3fd-s5Z16b_MWPkaWmjALvog-_ZRUShX3RGna2e0-x4GiJcVyg7js3fMGdqxTW7aeg5kOLs0O1I2blCcXjRLM5RhX2pFHLNA_-_8iUWCRKe3cCs5tPeRDaW9kDhA3MSu23k/s400/DSCN7483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343577061732222530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDhU1-IsPfvDeAF7GRgzTqv5y_1Ee7IQkbbV_A67kZ1wrWWJoseo9EDnx3HZjYHsIg9SPlbfWCrJRVZMmh2ZVyFEZdQQe50JMDwU5q2A-bm3RMVwcVu2A2bSDUg1084etHifiWh7S_wM/s1600-h/00731.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDhU1-IsPfvDeAF7GRgzTqv5y_1Ee7IQkbbV_A67kZ1wrWWJoseo9EDnx3HZjYHsIg9SPlbfWCrJRVZMmh2ZVyFEZdQQe50JMDwU5q2A-bm3RMVwcVu2A2bSDUg1084etHifiWh7S_wM/s400/00731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343574502487659058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Still daytime.<br />H = the grumpiest, cutest thing. :)<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div>We sat outside, which was rather a mistake because <big style="font-weight: bold;">dining inside seemed more appropriate for such romantic affairs. ;) </big><br />And if there was one thing I regretted, it was that I forgot to have the waiter light up the candle at our table![!!!!!!]<br /><br />I thought that if a candle was lit, then that'd mean I'd had a candlelight dinner with H right???<br /><br />LOL. :D :D :D<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMGCqUmv1jVfaxuyO2KdQkxRVfNEeFO5dcwbwKZ2W7pOTUNMXjHoR55mcBAGXA9VxOkg5Ey8WAKp1GvOHrPnPZ7O_RgeHB4i5Uy1STi84QGpoWmwMv35IuJ3BTpetYiY7Yi1wNtijAr8/s1600-h/00733.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMGCqUmv1jVfaxuyO2KdQkxRVfNEeFO5dcwbwKZ2W7pOTUNMXjHoR55mcBAGXA9VxOkg5Ey8WAKp1GvOHrPnPZ7O_RgeHB4i5Uy1STi84QGpoWmwMv35IuJ3BTpetYiY7Yi1wNtijAr8/s400/00733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343574507899903634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">We're not as retarded in real life.<br />And don't mind that lopsided smile I had on (especially in the last pic).<br />And please excuse the sleepy eyes too.<br /></span></span></div><br />Anyways earlier that day we went to PIM, only my favorite mall and also the BEST mall ever in Indonesia[!!!], albeit one we often go to on account of it being strategically located (read: close) to our houses lol. ;)<br /><br />There Hasbi accompanied me in getting Farra a birthday present.<br />She actually shares the same birthday with Hasbi so you can tell that <span style="font-size:130%;">two of my major expeditures would probably be made in June. ;)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMlvQFM3h4udHKc2Y_SrYErDlglpD7CU1rz0p91KkGpzXhKPUV_8loFWnhbi-r959RH3nNPXo4Sfvafq1Sfm-fx_TUO-cqmRoKCdIQw_rUijFxkfkpUqMdeEDf8SPL289S83p2YmvsIA0/s1600-h/DSCN7511.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMlvQFM3h4udHKc2Y_SrYErDlglpD7CU1rz0p91KkGpzXhKPUV_8loFWnhbi-r959RH3nNPXo4Sfvafq1Sfm-fx_TUO-cqmRoKCdIQw_rUijFxkfkpUqMdeEDf8SPL289S83p2YmvsIA0/s400/DSCN7511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343577063050907938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I got her a perfume.<br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV4VV4zJGmcufE02xzRbJ505RLkOgXiAWdDhKO3fQIxDBVVkBKWDoi-ka8bSb8iqxrWIVGuPB7vuTPzItM8cotKw4pxMOHxsQB1ENffjGkdFZZfmCOkhx_DMyXGgL0TJ34vcLZtW8Ybcs/s1600-h/0073.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV4VV4zJGmcufE02xzRbJ505RLkOgXiAWdDhKO3fQIxDBVVkBKWDoi-ka8bSb8iqxrWIVGuPB7vuTPzItM8cotKw4pxMOHxsQB1ENffjGkdFZZfmCOkhx_DMyXGgL0TJ34vcLZtW8Ybcs/s400/0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343574502773618514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">H in front of Metro Department Store in PIM finishing off his ice cream.<br /></span></span></div><br />I wore my long sleeves floral mini with a pair of amazing platforms and a pretty scarf and bag lol. Hasbi liked my dress and was happy with my heels because they made it <span style="font-weight: bold;">easier for him to wrap his hand around my waist</span> (not that there'd been any problem before lol). ;) But I actually forgot to take a decent outfit picture (as if there's ever been one before!!!) because I so badly want to show it off!!! LOL.<br /><br />Anyways back to <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">WORK!!!</span></span> :D<br /></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-37081325960335563742009-05-30T12:24:00.006+07:002009-05-30T19:08:50.780+07:00Loves.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uHdD1GV0SCpTn_PqULD-n-FKIMZVXGLhTCir7bQylCaDap4T7xVSCiNghJERIpxU2Js8dfOx1v6pdPlr5IoovBDRZ1kjC0VHB1RpL4vEXN-XjF_yD4JZ_h07qenAcU6ns_ClEzUtraY/s1600-h/spa_features_masthead.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uHdD1GV0SCpTn_PqULD-n-FKIMZVXGLhTCir7bQylCaDap4T7xVSCiNghJERIpxU2Js8dfOx1v6pdPlr5IoovBDRZ1kjC0VHB1RpL4vEXN-XjF_yD4JZ_h07qenAcU6ns_ClEzUtraY/s400/spa_features_masthead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341483954596018450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Image is courtesy of <a href="http://bali.grand.hyatt.com/">Grand Hyatt Bali</a></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />No, I actually didn't go to Bali. It was finals after all. Anyways yesterday H did <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE SWEETEST THING EVER!!!</span></span>[!!!!!!!!!!]<br /><br />He was staying at a friend's place with his guy friends, but still he picked me up from school and even <span style="font-size:130%;"><span>waited</span></span> a long time as I had to return some books to the library and had a meeting with my <a href="http://amunc.net/">AMUNC</a> team concerning sponsorship problems!<br /><br />He absolutely <span style="font-size:130%;"><span>hated</span></span>--and will continue to hate I guess--all of my meetings, but despite of him rumbling a little, he was the<span style="font-size:130%;"><span> cutest</span></span> thing!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Afterwards,</span> he was supposed to accompany me get a manicure-pedicure at this salon, which he did.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >The thing is boys weren't allowed in the salon!</span><br /><br />So as soon as Hasbi and I stepped into the place, the receptionist <span style="font-size:130%;"><span>ushered him out the door.</span></span><br /><br />I was quite at loss of what to say as the salon was quite far and we had wasted quite a lot of time getting there. I felt so bad for him.<br />So I told him that the manicure-pedicure thing was canceled and that I was sorry.<br /><br />But he insisted that I go in and have <span style="font-size:130%;"><span>fun!</span></span> He told me that he knew I had wanted to go for a long time. That he'd be waiting. And that I shouldn't worry about him being alone.<br /><br />I had felt like I wanted to <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">hug</span></span> him then and there.<br /><br />So I went in and got myself literally PAMPERED.<br />I had a massage, a body scrub, and of course the manicure and pedicure I had wanted.<br />It was already nighttime when I finished.<br /><br />And Hasbi; he was in his car, his windows slightly open, sleeping. His PlayStation Portable was on the dashboard, its battery finished.<br /><br />He kissed me on the cheek and it was the perfect ending for finals. :)</div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-16538525713890651432009-05-28T07:13:00.008+07:002009-05-28T07:47:42.055+07:00Epic Shi[r]t.<span style="font-size:85%;">*Opening tune similar to that of the 70s gameshows is heard*<br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />*The host appears, a middle aged man, tanned, with swept-back hair in a horrible suit and ascot grinning widely*<br /><br />*Camera zoomed in on the host, full body*</span><br /><br />Host (in a somewhat perky tone, all the while grinning to the camera):<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Hello!</span> And <span style="font-size:130%;">welcome</span> back to the Crappy Pic Show where you get to see <span style="font-size:130%;">a crappy pic</span> taken by <span style="font-size:130%;">a crappy quality cellphone camera</span> taken in quite a <span style="font-size:180%;">crappy </span><span style="font-size:130%;">mood!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*Host smiles*<br /><br />*Taped audience laughing is heard*<br /><br />*Picture is shown on screen*<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQYqBZ1ftM8Qb_oEHqsrQ6ufc2HWN_N_Nhm7j0OR2MAT4MZm9q0wwrYh-_iuBJdZVILAqDfhxce4onEZcUYMqnM7vO4rCrZgRsEgKEzot0Y9fxwkvQTl1ht0nXTBCXFG9tKxRCbKzp0o/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQYqBZ1ftM8Qb_oEHqsrQ6ufc2HWN_N_Nhm7j0OR2MAT4MZm9q0wwrYh-_iuBJdZVILAqDfhxce4onEZcUYMqnM7vO4rCrZgRsEgKEzot0Y9fxwkvQTl1ht0nXTBCXFG9tKxRCbKzp0o/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340664313837380482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*Taped audience laughing is played back* *Twice*<br /><br />*Host is back on screen*</span><br /><br />Host:<br />And it seems like there's been a <span style="font-size:180%;">a crappy editing too!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*Host winks*</span> *Punchline drum sounds*<br /><br />Host:<br />Well that's it for today!<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">See you next time</span> on the Crappy Pic Show with me<span style="font-size:130%;"> the Crappy Host!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*Host waves and gives a somewhat military salute with only two of his fingers to the camera*<br /><br />*Closing tune*</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I was gonna post that on Tuesday but as I had finals the next day and so I didn't.<br /><br />Anyways <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I got a call</span></span> yesterday from <a href="http://www.dbs.com.sg/home/Pages/default.aspx">DBS</a> and they told me to come over either on Thursday (today) or on Friday to sign some paperwork before I <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">start working <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">June 1.<br /><br /></span>Eep![!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]</span></span><br /><br />I told them I have finals on Friday but was free on Thursday (today), so I'm waiting for them to call when I should come over. :D :D :D<br /></div></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-76200434001870337542009-05-23T17:23:00.006+07:002009-05-24T08:12:01.979+07:00Spendings and Signs.4:35 PM 5/23/2009<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Earlier this morning my mom raided my wallet for a monthly financial audit.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">We were shocked. </span></span>Literally <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >SHOCKED!!!</span><br /><br />I had spent both of my savings account to almost <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1%</span></span> of its original amount the beginning of the month. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Literally.</span><br /><br />Man, I am <span style="font-weight: bold;">SO DEAD!!!</span><br /><br />But looking back I <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> make a lot of purchases using the cards.<br /><br />I used it on outfits, to buy cellphone credits, to buy books, to eat, to take out cash to put in my wallet, etc etc.<br /><br />Man I am such a <span style="font-weight: bold;">spender!!!</span><br /><br />And looking back to my blog posts or my tweets or my fb status updates, I <span style="font-weight: bold;">shoulda seen it coming.</span><br />It was so often that I tweeted/wrote that I splurged on this and that.<br />Why can't I hold myself back??!!!<br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />I feel so bad for my parents.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What am I gonna do?</span></span><br /><br />Today and yesterday alone I went crazy and had 4 major purchases.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj8TijpLX7eZWxofpyhKrc5VSDqA1erMjTsjhFsDcAHDCdLMWpNwgt-lCzondlVlmyy-Amm4__jrU8RWPv12jtAjEQcG1gAW-adcgnBYxSehUN9X0ek-xhyphenhyphenwBO4MA9lsI72uWghTI-ggM/s1600-h/DSCN7412.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhQfBZYx2NX6NOIFY9h60CvN28O7uShz0-hfbiM2uKTD6Q7nNYryhmkTu8wL1FKWeKkkYJjSp_g0yk9g0N9Q6l8A4LdJNaKm0qp2iEXOJjgn-ZD0HfNpuBN5edO3TtgqnilVPGpf1rQJk/s320/DSCN7404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338970163322767458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigluuQz1HRFq-bImbFxPYUBONSTb3XaIb1gSF3n3NRwzy-GDH6LZn8IIhpoAQctityMMlHW4Uu8arrdXHVRSTmF9SPf6oK5v_5UnleZpeAjca_MdHXIUH-iC6hlaXSFPfs77pXNzWttq4/s1600-h/DSCN7400.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigluuQz1HRFq-bImbFxPYUBONSTb3XaIb1gSF3n3NRwzy-GDH6LZn8IIhpoAQctityMMlHW4Uu8arrdXHVRSTmF9SPf6oK5v_5UnleZpeAjca_MdHXIUH-iC6hlaXSFPfs77pXNzWttq4/s320/DSCN7400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338970158056496546" border="0" /></a><br />This is really getting out of control.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /></div><br />On a happier note, today after we (the family that is) had gone to UI so that I could borrow some books for finals, we went to Farra's cram school to pick her up.<br /><br />We then performed salat at a nearby mosque where <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">my dad's shoes were stolen</span></span> so we went and bought him new ones at a nearby shopping center.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I had had a bad feeling about this--leaving the shoes unattended. But we prayed there times before and it was alright.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We were <span style="font-weight: bold;">SO wrong.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">It was just plain ridiculous that someone could perform such unseemly things at such a holy place.</span></span><br /><br />Anyways, we went to Pondok Indah Mall afterwards to have lunch at <span style="font-weight: bold;">Tokigawa Resto</span> where the <span style="font-weight: bold;">food ain't that good</span> I'm telling you,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0Vc-mmjcPLjiXX5jpzJaS4pgNcYT8D6gTiHZ9WeKqjxNP3Tbs9QzALDJBQK99cJ-DrsIpzXF2YaiF3hhp41DgGDm0q6yyvrQGYWuj9aY2Wu0ZODR_9gZ_6Xvz2tCCev-0gfd5_ivoek/s1600-h/DSCN7397.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJZQs72o9oCUMv9yZIg9POvWuawgvypMw4xUPPIblxMr4Rvwzfh-jCofxWwk61p9QnHyMJPUwyq2EfOwRbiesodpOMTsxBzGEMp1rgwR5VD9P809V-UwtPFPb43abe53vVzBuZlM0NzQ/s320/DSCN7392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338967905687723858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeifMJy38Z15Mo7GWH3f1kjqA-JjoDEIjFpj6qF7Iwk7g5i3HkeSbaP9lE95YK0SgLC1Dub1RPCp91IlJbzMBek38nZ20VdULLNdRE-u8Meutv2iAIiRt0TapH7iIXjtmtfnjFsa5Mc9g/s1600-h/DSCN7390.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeifMJy38Z15Mo7GWH3f1kjqA-JjoDEIjFpj6qF7Iwk7g5i3HkeSbaP9lE95YK0SgLC1Dub1RPCp91IlJbzMBek38nZ20VdULLNdRE-u8Meutv2iAIiRt0TapH7iIXjtmtfnjFsa5Mc9g/s320/DSCN7390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338967905648714434" border="0" /></a><br />and then we went shopping.<br /><br />This is when I lost control again.<br /><br />Damn it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">GOALS FOR SELF:</span><br /><br /><s>Be a better</s><span style="font-weight: bold;">Be a <span style="font-size:180%;">GOOD</span> financial planner</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Save money</span><br />Put a minimum of Rp3.000,- in piggy bank <span style="font-weight: bold;">EVERY</span> day.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />2. Restrain from spending more than Rp100.000,- a month</span><br />Not included transportation costs to and from Depok/Thamrin but includes everything else otherwise.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. STICK TO GOALS</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">With the Name of THE MOST GRACIOUS, THE MOST MERCIFUL.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Ya ALLAH please give me strength to not follow my lust or gluttony after pretty, shiny things.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Amin yaa ROBBal aalamiin.</span><br /><br />5:19 PM 5/23/2009<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /></div><br />5:24 PM 5/23/2009<br /><br />Oh yea before I forgot. We (my mom, my sisters and I) found this sign at this gas station in BSD when we were on our way to the airport to pick up my dad on Thursday.<br /><br />LOL.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikfu_VMaCIeRfoN0NLt8h0IeNlv4YegLe01NpC0SYtBBzaBMhm62BsCthKbhygVdJ10caSGZXF-el2JEEnA1sRTt1y0ODAaYDOcMaG1HeI-y3e1KFyACKxUK_melv2QFC5m8OtueAtB6E/s1600-h/DSCN7348.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikfu_VMaCIeRfoN0NLt8h0IeNlv4YegLe01NpC0SYtBBzaBMhm62BsCthKbhygVdJ10caSGZXF-el2JEEnA1sRTt1y0ODAaYDOcMaG1HeI-y3e1KFyACKxUK_melv2QFC5m8OtueAtB6E/s320/DSCN7348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338967900296439250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Under the No Smoking sign were a list of cigarette prices.<br />And yes they sell cigarettes at the gas station.<br /></span></span></div><br />Of all the irony.<br /><br />5:25 PM 5/23/2009</div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-53637076830840495032009-05-23T08:15:00.004+07:002009-05-23T08:27:19.453+07:00Skirts! Lips!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pUYQzKo2w3kqyiTpe_Sb6LGF42Jk6g7yS2Kw40t5jM-8q5Nr1g-5X8jjT6_v797rTJsWTGlTRjH5UrJWXsbQPD7eeYTNduLuiYV9rZhA_XS8fLkHI-HLpUEVTgdWknlalkTwgpRShuU/s1600-h/skirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pUYQzKo2w3kqyiTpe_Sb6LGF42Jk6g7yS2Kw40t5jM-8q5Nr1g-5X8jjT6_v797rTJsWTGlTRjH5UrJWXsbQPD7eeYTNduLuiYV9rZhA_XS8fLkHI-HLpUEVTgdWknlalkTwgpRShuU/s320/skirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338822185036712066" border="0" /></a><br />As soon as I saw this pic I knew what I'm going to make next!!! <a href="http://stylebubble.typepad.com/">Susie's</a> skirt!!! :)<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Hehe.<br /><br />I wonder how it will look in denim?<br /><br />That aside, I've been toying with the idea of donning Barbie Lips lately...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihKFCUGoE79xT8Xbjs6K_UEmJnrxxCemljFgqkTDhTPNCuDTdPJj3SZj82EnY0AvI5aBn1pslBKUIKV6us7agD8fu1gjR46Co8-xL7fNooBLTgQqTr5QI75Tc2aaE-RusVLPFpcC1f9Q/s1600-h/belle(1).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihKFCUGoE79xT8Xbjs6K_UEmJnrxxCemljFgqkTDhTPNCuDTdPJj3SZj82EnY0AvI5aBn1pslBKUIKV6us7agD8fu1gjR46Co8-xL7fNooBLTgQqTr5QI75Tc2aaE-RusVLPFpcC1f9Q/s320/belle(1).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338824186338394082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Camilla Belle<br />Image courtesy of sugarscape.com<br /></span></span></div></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-46516357939937597402009-05-22T10:36:00.003+07:002009-05-23T08:26:55.504+07:00Shoes.So I have been eyeing shoes for work these few days. As well as pants.<br /><br />Unfortunately the shoes that I want are incredibly expensive for my budget.<br />And so I decided to have them custom made.<br /><br />After I pick up my sisters I'm gonna go to a shoemaker to have these babies done:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpjceCIih5vzRMp4phPfS1uZ9OJStQr-TYsSNhmM1HuIyP3J8gXc4tjkiBAnoSGAe6tkVEZylfgYyxqHskq2M8JQ92qEYbpy1HHDgmLzbPFftRao8PRc18mevxC4gVvBrRrIOCrlaur8/s1600-h/37597_in_xl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpjceCIih5vzRMp4phPfS1uZ9OJStQr-TYsSNhmM1HuIyP3J8gXc4tjkiBAnoSGAe6tkVEZylfgYyxqHskq2M8JQ92qEYbpy1HHDgmLzbPFftRao8PRc18mevxC4gVvBrRrIOCrlaur8/s320/37597_in_xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338483273958706642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Giuseppe Zanotti Platform gladiator sandals</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><h2 style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNcOTDkzaqZ5vrkDWgZX2IlcgtDkBHAThWNv3KYIPAbUYWVWqRd-rjwoZ7num9BmEVIfNphOA-VWBzlcNIeZA4jnSAVvr9C36Pj6NP-QHQG-jLYreYWx96X83yhGtBVQ50W-2sGGAPZo/s1600-h/39021_in_xl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNcOTDkzaqZ5vrkDWgZX2IlcgtDkBHAThWNv3KYIPAbUYWVWqRd-rjwoZ7num9BmEVIfNphOA-VWBzlcNIeZA4jnSAVvr9C36Pj6NP-QHQG-jLYreYWx96X83yhGtBVQ50W-2sGGAPZo/s320/39021_in_xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338484034070065090" border="0" /></a></span></h2><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Giuseppe Zanotti Cutout rivet sandals</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><h2 style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_IjYFSDzkDwgalpQ2Rc1h0xUj5TMBCDqlTxLFnQAIc6Hq96MvUKkToRbUugvVRICRNOcVZedKo_6wYc06fFIhlwWsAol3murimTStR2qeYvNlwEBXhq5VOdE02qgFv-RIt4dmVA726w/s1600-h/39007_in_xl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_IjYFSDzkDwgalpQ2Rc1h0xUj5TMBCDqlTxLFnQAIc6Hq96MvUKkToRbUugvVRICRNOcVZedKo_6wYc06fFIhlwWsAol3murimTStR2qeYvNlwEBXhq5VOdE02qgFv-RIt4dmVA726w/s320/39007_in_xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338485343250907426" border="0" /></a></span></h2><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Balmain Crystal panel sandals</span><br /></span></div><br />But I'm gonna have to make them all in chunky platform heels just because I wouldn't have it other wise. ;)<br /><br />Gotta get going. Bye! :) :) :)<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Images are courtesy of Net-a-Porter.com</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">---------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The shoemaker was out and I couldn't have the shoes done... But I brought home this very cute vintage-looking dress with gold flower buttons lol. ;)<br /><br />So it was a <span style="font-weight: bold;">HAPPY day! :)</span><br /></div></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-90337763089740658412009-05-20T22:42:00.004+07:002009-05-20T23:21:06.147+07:00Study Session.<div style="text-align: justify;">So nothing interesting today.<br /><br />I was being lazy all around the house until about 9AM, then took a bath and went off to campus looking like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_grPGLn6P7FO2dqrkZ2q_Scl8AP3O0xR5kLErD2rjSOUtnXrvTNwNI_2eWhRANtExTflB0O8lp3D-euNoNB51kCrGQb0DrYvHfKH0K8hAuWJehEVwB8v0fm8H_mjGy4LwR64rlOuH4I/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+20509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_grPGLn6P7FO2dqrkZ2q_Scl8AP3O0xR5kLErD2rjSOUtnXrvTNwNI_2eWhRANtExTflB0O8lp3D-euNoNB51kCrGQb0DrYvHfKH0K8hAuWJehEVwB8v0fm8H_mjGy4LwR64rlOuH4I/s400/Copy+of+W910i+20509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337936435233590162" border="0" /></a>Completely unimaginative but was perfectly suited for the International Taxation study session I was gonna have with some friends at the library as well as for meeting my academic counselor to consult about my internship report.<br /><br />I'm thinking of asking DBS if I could be put in risk management.<br />But I'm absolutely at lost how to put that without sounding so ungrateful.<br />Argh.<br /><br />Frustating things aside. The sun was unbearably unfriendly today.<br />I was squinting the whole day and now I can't help but wonder whether I've gotten tanner *NO!!!* from being exposed to the sunlight.<br />Shoot.<br />Just what is it with South East Asians and their <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_skin_colour#Cultural_effects">preference to lighter skin complexion???!!</a><br />On top of that the shirt made a me have a bit of a tummy there but who cares.<br /><br />I'm off to sleep.<br /></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-14075296549895121612009-05-19T19:31:00.004+07:002009-05-19T20:00:45.952+07:00Hats, Scarves, Rings, and Interviews.<div style="text-align: justify;">So I had this interview earlier this morning with Mr. Aries of HR Department DBS and Mrs. Ariani of IBG. My stomach is lurching, turning, and all twisted inside. I am excited and nervous at the same time but mostly <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">scared.</span></span> Terrified. Cowering in fear. Petrified. Shaken. Panic-stricken. Aghast...<br /><br />They're gonna call me later <span style="font-size:85%;">(I do hope I get a call pls!!!)</span> but in the meantime it keeps me wondering how I'm gonna do my report, what I'm going to write, and whether it's gonna be accepted for someone taking an Accounting and Finance major. I mean it's <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">CORPORATE BANKING!!!</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Account management!</span> I don't know what I'll be <span style="font-weight: bold;">doing!!!</span> They tried to give me a big picture and behind all that nodding and smiling, I'm all <span style="font-weight: bold;">muddled and confused</span> inside! Yet on the other hand I keep sorting out my clothes in my head thinking of all the possibilities of clothing attires that I can mix and match for work.[!!!]<br /><br />Anyways I want <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">hats.</span></span> <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Floppy hats and Trilbies.</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">And rings too.</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Big, catch-everybody's-attention rings.</span></span> I actually found 2 rings I liked--I forgot whether I've told you guys about this before in my previous post(s)--during Ladies' Day Citos bazaar last week but decided not to buy them. You can imagine the <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">regret </span></span>I felt <span style="font-size:85%;">(and feel)</span> afterwards... :( <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">And fringe tubular scarves, too</span></span>--I might make an online purchase sometime this week I think.<br /><br />I want to post pics but I'm too jittery right now to do so. :(<br />Wish me luck. :( :( :(<br /></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-65826455593254825642009-05-17T10:38:00.006+07:002009-05-17T14:21:58.002+07:00Sexy Stuff.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2WoJCm9Xq_l1wz9z9XjsHb_-BkpxfUue8sEhC4fC8pD237ZppqfT8403KYZiFc_8HFicixoRh9eyA111WXOFW5O4azcapY_D3ObTwHuEaw1sZIu-Vpw9n5AQZWetLNQChVKzBDG95Yx4/s1600-h/Yoko+Ono.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2WoJCm9Xq_l1wz9z9XjsHb_-BkpxfUue8sEhC4fC8pD237ZppqfT8403KYZiFc_8HFicixoRh9eyA111WXOFW5O4azcapY_D3ObTwHuEaw1sZIu-Vpw9n5AQZWetLNQChVKzBDG95Yx4/s320/Yoko+Ono.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336642739148896594" border="0" /></a>Enough said.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >I want a boyfriend who'd wear my name on his shirts!!!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4DIboaCX0vL2doa0yKpZSTLHZO-8vadNnp7iKVgUOYuz4DQi3GuvX_4lZ3Bhyc9r2qmD-jtjgmLEy9Zm7_Lkj47mcln9TtrDXfD7o1xdTh9zEJPzPME_vdOFmgOhORc6xzA_obiufZjc/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+17509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4DIboaCX0vL2doa0yKpZSTLHZO-8vadNnp7iKVgUOYuz4DQi3GuvX_4lZ3Bhyc9r2qmD-jtjgmLEy9Zm7_Lkj47mcln9TtrDXfD7o1xdTh9zEJPzPME_vdOFmgOhORc6xzA_obiufZjc/s320/Copy+of+W910i+17509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336646719467370930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyways, this I wore on Friday. It was a pretty <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">lazy</span></span> day, despite me having 3 classes that day, and it called for a lazy outfit too. But, it wasn't <i>my</i> outfit I want to focus on! It was <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">H's.</span></span><br /><br />H looked gorgeous that day!<br /><br />And though it doesn't show in the pic (damn you crappy cellphone photos!)--what with that mean face and crappy quality pic--the shirt was actually this <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">checkered </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" >cris</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">scross pattern of purple (of course), red, blue, and white.</span></span><br /><br />It was absolute hearts from the moment I saw him that day! :)<br /><br />Another funny thing was that he was actually driving behind my car that morning and he kept flashing his lights at me and honking. But I ignored him and was all like, "<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Just who is that idiot of a driver!?" LOL.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxN4EFNrfYQODfM6-fP1z9fvB2DeAbWEcklcDL6lOUNr0bAfDjzoXm1zP_9P906C6cOSHMuaoakcmGdfmrvjFiUpYluH4H3Z-VIvFB2tcX41axAmMGi9RtWwLYND0TBi8DyH8dRzSRl1M/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+175091.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxN4EFNrfYQODfM6-fP1z9fvB2DeAbWEcklcDL6lOUNr0bAfDjzoXm1zP_9P906C6cOSHMuaoakcmGdfmrvjFiUpYluH4H3Z-VIvFB2tcX41axAmMGi9RtWwLYND0TBi8DyH8dRzSRl1M/s320/Copy+of+W910i+175091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336646723348043362" border="0" /></a>Now this one I wore on Thursday.<br /><br />I have literally <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">TONS</span></span> (well not really but a lot anyways) of skorts and this was one of them.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;">Skorts and culotte shorts are the best thing to put on when you want to get lazy but not sloppy. :)</span><br /></span><br />And though I wear them a lot, it was always a pleasure (for me at least) to hear people exclaim, "Whoa that's actually <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">shorts??!!!"</span></span><br />LOL.<br /><br />Anyways yesterday Nanda, Ratih, Dewi and I went for a bit of <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">girlish fun</span></span> at Pondok Indah Mall.<br />I'll post the pics later as soon as Nanda's uploaded them lol.<br />(My phone was dead and so I couldn't take crappy cellphone pics for you guys LOL.)<br /><br />As today was a lazy day--<span style="font-weight: bold;">I ate breakfast before taking a bath LOL,</span> nothing could get lazier than that--I now present you a crappy picture of me right after waking up.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>[image removed]<br /></div><br />Yes and you get a free crappy pose to go along with the pic as well!!! :)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">P.s. Yes I know the pic's blurred.</span><br /></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-91356473256735049032009-05-16T06:36:00.004+07:002009-05-16T06:52:39.205+07:00Hating and Swingin'.<div style="text-align: justify;">I posted a 1996 Cool Shavin' Ken Commercial in Hasbi's facebook account.<br />And after a minute or two of browsing around <a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=BarbieCollectors">Barbie Collectors' Channel,</a> I was gonna post a vid of the 1990 Barbie Children Summit or something, which I thought cool.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">BUT </span>seemingly someone beat me to it.<br /><br />Not that <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=728018954&ref=nf">she</a> *yes I'm hating* posted the vid I was gonna post... But suddenly she posted lots of Barbie vids which I knew immediately she got the idea from reading Hasbi's wall.<br /><br />Damn it.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBemIs2izHI&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBemIs2izHI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anyways I want Francie's hair!</span><br /></span>So I can be swingin' too!!! ;)<br /></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-11524104174264292502009-05-15T14:01:00.011+07:002009-05-17T14:23:03.518+07:00Australian Winterwear.This July <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm gonna go to Australia</span></span> to attend <a href="http://www.amunc.net/">AMUNC 2009</a> hosted by the <a href="http://www.uq.edu.au/">University of Queensland.</a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />It's gonna be<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> winter</span></span> there so I'm preparing winter clothings for the occasion.<br /><br />The thing is I don't really know what type of clothes they <i>do</i> wear in Australia. And though I've searched the net and asked some friends, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm still not satisfied.</span><br /><br />But what I <i>do</i> know is that they're <span style="font-weight: bold;">pretty casual </span>down under and that the weather there i<span style="font-weight: bold;">sn't really very cold.</span> I've read up on the net that winter there is like spring in London. <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">If </span></span>spring in London is like Autumn in NY, then I really shouldn't dress very heavily.<br /><br />These are some <span style="font-weight: bold;">inspirations,</span> although I <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">doubt very much</span></span> that I'll be able to dress like them... ;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0HzV7rN1OFCr5hi2uoIbnF4ycy82G7J17ytrSVjl0WlVg5pbB84y6TxG9ceqh19i_2ibIclJYXEzcYVCeGVjWKTU8wAp5ZpTPEkyRo99yEgTmUSYYlbI2bAUmapCejbCdgt-f6dQuI4w/s1600-h/Stylist,+Celestine+Cooney,+outside+the+Yohji+Yamamoto+fashion+show++May+2008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0HzV7rN1OFCr5hi2uoIbnF4ycy82G7J17ytrSVjl0WlVg5pbB84y6TxG9ceqh19i_2ibIclJYXEzcYVCeGVjWKTU8wAp5ZpTPEkyRo99yEgTmUSYYlbI2bAUmapCejbCdgt-f6dQuI4w/s400/Stylist,+Celestine+Cooney,+outside+the+Yohji+Yamamoto+fashion+show++May+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335946895386689826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Stylist, Celestine Cooney, Yohji Yamamoto fashion show, May 2008<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkftMpSXLHUv8bLeXwIdj6m645mrtbrsTOAdaYnrXOeutNZ7033lpz1vIbMFFRNYxN5hPAFQQEK3DQ8yLZa0gkPiMduGqC4M5uQ8C18PlORZuQV1MB3a-M-I7bxZnFerI6c3zcsUw5IY/s1600-h/Jane+Keltner,+Gloria+Baume,+Taylor+Tomasi+of+Teen+Vogue+March+08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkftMpSXLHUv8bLeXwIdj6m645mrtbrsTOAdaYnrXOeutNZ7033lpz1vIbMFFRNYxN5hPAFQQEK3DQ8yLZa0gkPiMduGqC4M5uQ8C18PlORZuQV1MB3a-M-I7bxZnFerI6c3zcsUw5IY/s400/Jane+Keltner,+Gloria+Baume,+Taylor+Tomasi+of+Teen+Vogue+March+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335946893455044498" border="0" /></a>Jane Keltner, Gloria Baume, Taylor Tomasi of Teen Vogue, March 2008<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIpNpgoTN8NIK1crC8oZlkHEfLmGK5LtCOoKQHHTVli2BMvtUECZT4kIQpf8zkJ9VJvYGgHMk0COYqGn4FwHuVvqeK1U-2oDF9Yo34039MDyTkobtizNGgcIIjv95dXB2qIgG7LkBebQ/s1600-h/Carine+Roitfeld+at+Christian+Dior+fashion+show+February+2008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIpNpgoTN8NIK1crC8oZlkHEfLmGK5LtCOoKQHHTVli2BMvtUECZT4kIQpf8zkJ9VJvYGgHMk0COYqGn4FwHuVvqeK1U-2oDF9Yo34039MDyTkobtizNGgcIIjv95dXB2qIgG7LkBebQ/s400/Carine+Roitfeld+at+Christian+Dior+fashion+show+February+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335946891123153522" border="0" /></a>Carine Roitfeld, Christian Dior fashion show, February 2008<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mxYDNPDhAwYHqb-oFobAnbiF1Jf5yTq2poADlNvNE0s6o2b491GVXb3JPbmXWbB1GklsZTEPDUQvV_3tuleMl9V0GeQiHqxBbtsRXgQvT31znys9v8GEa_JiutoIfqHkxpCoFeoQjPI/s1600-h/Julia+Frakes+left+and+Givenchy+bow+headband+lady+right,+Paris+Fashion+Week,+April+2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mxYDNPDhAwYHqb-oFobAnbiF1Jf5yTq2poADlNvNE0s6o2b491GVXb3JPbmXWbB1GklsZTEPDUQvV_3tuleMl9V0GeQiHqxBbtsRXgQvT31znys9v8GEa_JiutoIfqHkxpCoFeoQjPI/s400/Julia+Frakes+left+and+Givenchy+bow+headband+lady+right,+Paris+Fashion+Week,+April+2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335951489598113746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Julia Frakes (left) and "Givenchy bow headband lady" (right), Paris Fashion Week, April 2009</span><br /></div><br />Now these are looks that I know <span style="font-weight: bold;">I <span style="font-size:130%;">can't</span> pull off...</span> (Not like I can pull off the previous three though LOL.)<br />But I'd love to fantasize... :P<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioI_jUiTwPLumOHipDcMPJeZx544g3V3m77xh1VYH5EBnSHaNQXL2bVzqTjygy9Z44nLpS_x52p4-m35Wh2oVGcdDnHEMn7RK4JCyHYL2MyX_mwlk27t3pKg5f0GnzEwGSzYSUtA7DzSU/s1600-h/MODELS+SASHA+PIVOVAROVA+AND+VLADA+ROSLYAKOVA+OUTSIDE+THE+CHANEL+SHOW.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioI_jUiTwPLumOHipDcMPJeZx544g3V3m77xh1VYH5EBnSHaNQXL2bVzqTjygy9Z44nLpS_x52p4-m35Wh2oVGcdDnHEMn7RK4JCyHYL2MyX_mwlk27t3pKg5f0GnzEwGSzYSUtA7DzSU/s400/MODELS+SASHA+PIVOVAROVA+AND+VLADA+ROSLYAKOVA+OUTSIDE+THE+CHANEL+SHOW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335949080395446386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Models Sasha Pivovarova and Vlada Roslyakova, Chanel show, April 2009</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE3356IVxXB0eqN0U4ggNYMvQuEU6O6kw8sDYuSqeZ4WTcDBtbz12f3DrxYnYNDkS7rbYrC1M1jocL2kKqQFgyo6Uzy-ItZqtgaqlIAcmgovxmR5YmL8nPKnIDh7VzVq5ettM7S7jxD4s/s1600-h/lanphear.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE3356IVxXB0eqN0U4ggNYMvQuEU6O6kw8sDYuSqeZ4WTcDBtbz12f3DrxYnYNDkS7rbYrC1M1jocL2kKqQFgyo6Uzy-ItZqtgaqlIAcmgovxmR5YmL8nPKnIDh7VzVq5ettM7S7jxD4s/s320/lanphear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335954726868613202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">The amazing and effortless Kate</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">Lanphear, Paris Fashion Week, April 2009</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The images are from <a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/">the JAK & JIL blog.</a><br />The first three are actually from <a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1533165408811801785&postID=1152410417426429250">their old blog,</a> and you should actually hear me squeak "Eep!" when I found the pics posted on the front page. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /></div><br />3:32 PM, May 15th, 2009<br /><br />Of all the coincidence, I just read on <a href="http://www.garancedore.fr/en/">Garance Doré:</a><br /><br /><p></p><blockquote><p>Girls in Australia, they take on autumn with a philosophy. It never really does get cold anyway. In the boutiques, sweaters mix it up with swimsuits and sandals. They pick out a few warmer pieces from a winter wardrobe but wear them with bare legs and caramel skin.</p><p><br /></p> <p>It’s like it’s make-believe winter, just for fun or something.</p><p><br /></p><p>I love this interseasonal mix but it totally drives me crazy: I’m so jealous! And here I am, thinking I would come back and find springtime!</p><p><br /></p> <p>Pfff…. Take me back to my Australian autumn!</p></blockquote><p></p></div></div></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-11050352445084195672009-05-12T20:00:00.005+07:002009-05-12T21:52:38.141+07:00Fainting and Seizures.<div style="text-align: justify;">Fainting and seizures. That was exactly what had happened today.<br /><br />When I was still in elementary school, I had a friend Rahmi who was prone to fainting during gym class or flag ceremonies. Then I had wondered what it must have felt like to just black out like that. Little did I know that I would experience it later in life, notably today.<br /><br />I was at my dad's office, getting my blood tested, and though I was--and am--VERY much afraid of needles, it was a <span style="font-weight: bold;">regular</span> thing.<br /><br />And so I went in the lab, doing the usual my <span style="font-weight: bold;">shutting-my-eyes-tight-while-having-my-blood-taken thing,</span> and then got out of there as fast as my feet could take me.<br /><br />The thing is I was feeling mighty nauseous, my vision was blurry and I was getting lightheaded.<br />My mom gave me some mineral water to drink and we sat down as I wasn't feeling so well.<br /><br />And then everything went <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">BLACK.</span></span><br /><br />I imagine being <span style="font-weight: bold;">electrocuted</span> must feel very similar to the fit I was having as I could feel the electric surge running through my body. My whole body went <span style="font-weight: bold;">"dead"</span> and I seemingly have no strength for movement. I could hear voices but could only make out smudges of colors and abstract shapes around me as I stirred into consciousness. They put me in a wheelchair and I was steered to one of the rooms in the clinic.<br /><br />They set me up with oxygen, as I couldn't breathe properly. I could hear the nurse/doctor talking to my mom asking questions "Has this ever happened before?" to which my mom said no.<br /><br />They then checked my heart and not long after took my blood <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">AGAIN[!!!]</span></span> and checked my tension. After that they told me to take a rest while waiting for the results to come out.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmpy3YN-voYMytmvHFIA1taYNRGnScPbf9oyCP_Oxf8bRBdsKtvqrTfl4twMnwi83-Z-s73pAGHr4HgT546YNvUPK4MKbDt5hLzhs5xtv2fO_FI0AnjeVUN9pBIXuaTnyCsHBbuZjqwl0/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+12509+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmpy3YN-voYMytmvHFIA1taYNRGnScPbf9oyCP_Oxf8bRBdsKtvqrTfl4twMnwi83-Z-s73pAGHr4HgT546YNvUPK4MKbDt5hLzhs5xtv2fO_FI0AnjeVUN9pBIXuaTnyCsHBbuZjqwl0/s400/Copy+of+W910i+12509+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334923810853839762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDULv_Hzh3ARch2VToDAwFnADn5WbifWsm3o7Ju0EJYUf-C9CE85U_JPIhUIFHp-wJvBx9Z994Euh65hyphenhyphenkU4SIcnY0FF2zqbeWAtRF5woFaq9FmcsoE73f9f7QFzRwwPHVKiR3P3JCkJ8/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+12509+6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDULv_Hzh3ARch2VToDAwFnADn5WbifWsm3o7Ju0EJYUf-C9CE85U_JPIhUIFHp-wJvBx9Z994Euh65hyphenhyphenkU4SIcnY0FF2zqbeWAtRF5woFaq9FmcsoE73f9f7QFzRwwPHVKiR3P3JCkJ8/s400/Copy+of+W910i+12509+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334923801803226850" border="0" /></a>I had <span style="font-weight: bold;">low blood pressure, </span>that much I knew and that was also the result. <span style="font-weight: bold;">In addition my glucose level was low.</span><br /><br />We figured it was because I had been going home so late at night these days, usually 8:30 PM, and when I <i>did</i> get to the house I didn't immediately rest or take a break from all the feverish activities I was doing. Hence me collapsing and having a spell.<br /><br />But after resting and getting something to eat I felt a whole lot better. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I was even able to drive home! :)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQczvDyN6RdjLPy3tpEgqnseBRXmcScYSV57Gq7vMMpSN5ditsGpZXO9I_3ZlqPu72X7DgILRTRtRmQTz_2HF5i6T1-07QKuJFOUXPpJ-VwCJMca0C4vk9s3ubQy37J6elsxcD7hSJhpI/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+12509+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQczvDyN6RdjLPy3tpEgqnseBRXmcScYSV57Gq7vMMpSN5ditsGpZXO9I_3ZlqPu72X7DgILRTRtRmQTz_2HF5i6T1-07QKuJFOUXPpJ-VwCJMca0C4vk9s3ubQy37J6elsxcD7hSJhpI/s400/Copy+of+W910i+12509+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334923800541744978" border="0" /></a><br />In addition to that I went to Senayan City, one of Jakarta's major malls, and even picked up both of my sisters at their schools.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF51nbWPVt1sMc6XXMLDH9pF4i6hXtRAhFPJ1OHvpM7pQpyD_a3P5QjzW84OEU8lnT68VOOEybFsXJVi2uvF-32jIaMRUfXxZePpspR2Jre8WGGsRiFHImHUfOV562aYjTQ1dpLK2NaAI/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+12509+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF51nbWPVt1sMc6XXMLDH9pF4i6hXtRAhFPJ1OHvpM7pQpyD_a3P5QjzW84OEU8lnT68VOOEybFsXJVi2uvF-32jIaMRUfXxZePpspR2Jre8WGGsRiFHImHUfOV562aYjTQ1dpLK2NaAI/s400/Copy+of+W910i+12509+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334923805543163826" border="0" /></a><br />I guess I had been tiring myself out lately, and it looks like tonight I have to do so again as I have to study for tomorrow's International Taxation quiz plus I have to finish two assignments (International Taxation and Auditing 202) that are due tomorrow... Damn it. :(Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-81527988080647301542009-05-12T19:09:00.007+07:002009-05-12T21:02:43.227+07:00Chocolates & Avocados.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHoUAJXnDSge9p9pqBeTRnVnme0zklPIecaFq6zGXLZi0Se9M2NG0leUpFbrVoSaXqZp3F9Rab3cHik9CYzU0DHtAJ-yek81ICGoOScV-RJIjDToKe9UMwhegffm7_geMf4Ebd6DqCPj0/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+12509+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHoUAJXnDSge9p9pqBeTRnVnme0zklPIecaFq6zGXLZi0Se9M2NG0leUpFbrVoSaXqZp3F9Rab3cHik9CYzU0DHtAJ-yek81ICGoOScV-RJIjDToKe9UMwhegffm7_geMf4Ebd6DqCPj0/s400/Copy+of+W910i+12509+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334908857858835826" border="0" /></a><br />This was the time my sister, <a href="http://tamaraalasdair.blogspot.com/">Tamara</a> and I ate <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">dessert for lunch!</span> LOL.<br /><br />It was a total of 3 avocados, a whole lot of condensed milk, and 3 3-in-1 Milo sachets.<br /><br />Yum! :D :D :DJasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-50489574476624170122009-05-12T18:11:00.003+07:002009-05-12T19:08:26.673+07:00Being Huggable.5:45 PM 5/12/2009<br /><br />Today I'll be doing a series of blog posts to let the blog catch up to current events.<br /><br />The first post is on last Thursday's outfit, of which <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">Hasbi said I was very huggable in indeed.</span><br /><br />That sounded like a poor pick-up line coming out of his mouth but I wonder whether that was true for all guys--that girls look huggable on some type of outfits more than others--and whether one's huggability by a guy is universally shared by all.<br /><br />I know the latter was rather unlikely.<br /><br />But Hasbi explained of the former that there <i>were</i> outfits that I wore that made him want to hug me more than others. This didn't mean that while I was wearing other less huggable outfits, he wouldn't want to hug me, but certain outfits do kindle a certain longing for him to hug me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">In short, certain outfits act like "hug-stimulants" that when worn (by the wearer) and seen (by the observer), they would incite the observant's hugging desire to the wearer.</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_Ytm636vQrDvwKkmoMmig_WZYbx_8x4_XGS6fiNZq765bfjCG4vZv2bGC7wquZBjMJLCtQtMb9n052hLcLm8sFUMsNisNkfATMpOGTiXwH-i6sJdWfLAbLnh_K_e_-e7Aixn3qW3S10/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+12509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_Ytm636vQrDvwKkmoMmig_WZYbx_8x4_XGS6fiNZq765bfjCG4vZv2bGC7wquZBjMJLCtQtMb9n052hLcLm8sFUMsNisNkfATMpOGTiXwH-i6sJdWfLAbLnh_K_e_-e7Aixn3qW3S10/s400/Copy+of+W910i+12509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334906430138092706" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCXLWO6PCc50v9N650xu4XweW9IOX5FlyvScHpbXgazroXr73Av29XZw2bdxp21b5KGHknsymc4xOc70L4D0jVzWmlhq3YuvKyjJznytpquYI2Gtzgvm7_3KJ5mSF5HjahuDoCe-vJsxU/s1600-h/Copy+of+W910i+12509+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCXLWO6PCc50v9N650xu4XweW9IOX5FlyvScHpbXgazroXr73Av29XZw2bdxp21b5KGHknsymc4xOc70L4D0jVzWmlhq3YuvKyjJznytpquYI2Gtzgvm7_3KJ5mSF5HjahuDoCe-vJsxU/s400/Copy+of+W910i+12509+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334906426240478834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I didn't know, and still don't frankly, what was so special about what I wore as I though it made me look very full up top (more than usual) and even fatter. But Hasbi gave me a hug that day so maybe I should wear it more lol.</span><br /></span></div><br />I asked him in what outfits did I look more huggable than others and the events when my outfit inspired him to hug me.<br /><br />He said it was on those days when I put in more efforts in my outfits, which is rare, and I realized that <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">more often than not I look very un-huggable indeed. :'( :p</span><br /><br />6:07 PM 5/12/2009Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-65996244774236554532009-05-10T12:39:00.007+07:002009-05-12T21:56:20.674+07:00Lips.<div style="text-align: justify;">I've been wanting to post my outfit for last Thursday. But I never seem to have the chance to.<br /><br />Anyhow, my lipstick/lipgloss is running out and now I haven't been wearing it to campus and am just saving it for when I go out.<br /><br />I've looked everywhere in Jakarta's major malls whether they have my lipstick/lipgloss--yes it has that dual quality of being both a lipstick and lipgloss at the same time without being too shiny or glossy like you've eaten something oily.<br /><br />But alas they don't have it. :'(<br /><br />It's a Japanese brand, Couleur Inc., and I can only buy it when I go to Singapore during vacations.<br /><br />But for now I'm just content trying to find its replacement, at least something that has the same bright orangey-red color/tinge to it.<br /><br />Love their lips! :)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDO8W1x1wu7BicXyGw4q1-X8owi0cLu626e0Vbou0d9VEKcrlpw7RmvSrRyrkPXl_1I7PMAXf8hIb7KVkt8ycFjmtn9Qu-aFlmOicYzQHXe1aGQv3zq1ZNH1plppxWokfdMD5SWgAS-Iw/s1600-h/14m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDO8W1x1wu7BicXyGw4q1-X8owi0cLu626e0Vbou0d9VEKcrlpw7RmvSrRyrkPXl_1I7PMAXf8hIb7KVkt8ycFjmtn9Qu-aFlmOicYzQHXe1aGQv3zq1ZNH1plppxWokfdMD5SWgAS-Iw/s400/14m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334067604401672610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Alexis Bledel</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOR-4DOsKtbhV4SVOkND6036xKKvQrDj2bKcudx_lNEcZOJYqupBxR75yvTryETzV_fj1HnvR9VBLppUr6gSwX5F5GCGrzKBXBS-mAZOQzQ5IUJeVPESPO3ZTkb_kW_EGWTW390lWU7s/s1600-h/13m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQOR-4DOsKtbhV4SVOkND6036xKKvQrDj2bKcudx_lNEcZOJYqupBxR75yvTryETzV_fj1HnvR9VBLppUr6gSwX5F5GCGrzKBXBS-mAZOQzQ5IUJeVPESPO3ZTkb_kW_EGWTW390lWU7s/s400/13m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334067598109280514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Dita Von Teese<br />From Style.com<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-56769878557902503302009-05-08T07:04:00.009+07:002009-05-12T21:57:10.945+07:00Batik Shirts and Bangles. :)<div style="text-align: justify;">Hey! I'm back now! :)<br /><br />I've been meaning to post this for some time now but what with schoolwork and presentations and getting an internship and all, it's been quite hard to do so.<br /><br />Anyways, like I said in <a href="http://imperialtakeout.blogspot.com/2009/05/colon-parenthesis.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Colon Parenthesis. :),</span></a> I went to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yogyakarta">Jogja</a> last week and bought home quite a <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">LOT </span></span>of stuffs.<br /><br />One of which is this <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batik">Batik</a> blouse.<br /><br />I had <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">fallen in <span style="font-size:180%;">LOVE</span></span></span> with it as soon as I laid eyes on it.<br />And without hesitating I immediately bought it.<br /><br />The salmon-colored dragon-like details on the front that extend to the back and arms, the lavender zigzag vertical patterns as well as the blue flowers...<br />I absolutely love it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQp8vjC5VjKp1u7qfGuIFix8QflWdoFXDK5lFMsfrwkJaSfQu93KTPlSeAqU9H6-4vha5SwtAzO9vQzDQhVFf9VS55U3BPI9BgIBBJPKSWKjMQFA3tDZRqdi5bDnswFCNBvTS7WW6c3BA/s1600-h/blog+entry.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQp8vjC5VjKp1u7qfGuIFix8QflWdoFXDK5lFMsfrwkJaSfQu93KTPlSeAqU9H6-4vha5SwtAzO9vQzDQhVFf9VS55U3BPI9BgIBBJPKSWKjMQFA3tDZRqdi5bDnswFCNBvTS7WW6c3BA/s400/blog+entry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333238732281747474" border="0" /></a><br />The only thing is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">it made me look old,</span> at least in my opinion.<br />And my mom actually agreed!<br /><br />We both concurred that it made me look 20-something.<br /><br />And <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm 18!!!</span></span><br /><br />But it didn't make me love the blouse less though hehe.<br />It's just that you won't see me wear it often. ;)<br /><br />On top of the batik blouses and dresses, I also bought home accessories, among which were Batik bangles and scarves.<br />I totally went crazy for the accessories and literally <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">SPLURGED.</span></span><br /><br />I mean who can help it? They were <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">so cute...</span></span><br /><br />And so the other day I wore my new Batik bangles and necklaces to campus.<br />See the pattern on the bangles?<br />Simply adorable. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-DuIhALfCO86y5C0bWmzvNVpyFAPuCxvaLxFxqA45ukgIzjqjbLXUjG52p6NZwcMB0vi-tRhb1wp3ZcoH_rv5h3vX_4doxuJE9cjURIaZQZt7sCoJ2q6MUB_SB_dkq7yalAWR2owr54/s1600-h/blog+entry+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-DuIhALfCO86y5C0bWmzvNVpyFAPuCxvaLxFxqA45ukgIzjqjbLXUjG52p6NZwcMB0vi-tRhb1wp3ZcoH_rv5h3vX_4doxuJE9cjURIaZQZt7sCoJ2q6MUB_SB_dkq7yalAWR2owr54/s400/blog+entry+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333238734584070930" border="0" /></a><br />I really like wearing loose shirts like this gray buttoned-down shirt on the pic.<br />The thing is it's quite hard to find shirts that'll come out as loose when I wear them as I'm full up top.<br />This really contradicts my lower part of body as it's real skinny.<br /><br />I read in magazines that I have what you call an apple-shaped body, or even a cone-shaped body.<br />And I agree.<br />My shoulder blades are wider than my hips.<br />And I wear size L shirts with size 26 pants!<br /><br />Anyways, gotta get to school. I'm already late as it is. :)<br /><br />P.s. Yes that's the new hair. Not so Katy Perry-ish anymore now that the styling's wore off lol.</div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-40342292590466281792009-05-03T19:27:00.005+07:002009-05-03T19:42:43.345+07:00HAPPINESS!Yes <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">HAPPINESS!!!</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> Eep!*</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OA0TKWaQ0EznDalO9Dcs_a3DwXH6I0wMfj4eN0_kILemCUJ5tUzQSYhKbIzCelzcJRx2AQqqVMqSktHxBvEZMV0DOlDFMzq81L3Ky7Q7hiCMCMpQHy-Cz9lTD2CDZubrtSNj73m-_vk/s1600-h/floral-trend-dress-print-ss09-spring-flowers-hapsical-blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OA0TKWaQ0EznDalO9Dcs_a3DwXH6I0wMfj4eN0_kILemCUJ5tUzQSYhKbIzCelzcJRx2AQqqVMqSktHxBvEZMV0DOlDFMzq81L3Ky7Q7hiCMCMpQHy-Cz9lTD2CDZubrtSNj73m-_vk/s320/floral-trend-dress-print-ss09-spring-flowers-hapsical-blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331575500282262418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">From left to right, top row to bottom row: Oscar de la Renta sleeveless coat, Christian Lacoix dress, See by Chloé dress, and Moschino Cheap and Chic dress, all from <a target="blank" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/">Net-a-Porter</a>; Marni flower necklace, from <a target="blank" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/">Net-a-Porter</a>, Valentino wedges from <a target="blank" href="http://www.luisaviaroma.com/">Luisa via Roma</a>, Christian Louboutin petal clutch bag, Fendi rose clutch, and Matthew Williamson print bag, all from <a target="blank" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/">Net-a-Porter</a>; Etro top, from <a target="blank" href="http://www.brownsfashion.com/">Browns</a>, Luella top from <a target="blank" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/">Net-a-Porter</a>, House of Holland vest from <a target="blank" href="http://www.brownsfashion.com/">Browns</a>, and See by Chloé skirt from <a target="blank" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/">Net-a-Porter</a>; Missoni dress and Moschino dress, both from <a target="blank" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/">Net-a-Porter</a>, Marni strapless dress from <a target="blank" href="http://www.brownsfashion.com/">Browns</a>, and Maje strapless dress from <a target="blank" href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/">Net-a-Porter</a>.</span><br />Collage assembled by the people of <a href="http://www.blogger.com/hapsical.blogspot.com">Hapsical.</a><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">© Hapsical 2009, All Rights Reserved.</span><br /></span></div><br />I read on <a href="http://hapsical.blogspot.com/2009/04/trend-alert-bold-floral-prints.html">Hapsical</a> that:<br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">"One of the big trends for spring/summer 2009 is floral prints, particularly big, bold, bright prints, often in acid colours."</span></span><br /></blockquote>YAAAYY!!!<br /><br />And I'm absolutely <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">loving</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">the SS09 Valentino bags!!! :D</span><br /><br />*Eep sounds like a choked little shriek of excitement btw. :)Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-76181797758654757612009-05-03T17:50:00.002+07:002009-05-08T08:07:53.888+07:00New Do? [Well Not Really.]<div style="text-align: justify;">5:42 PM 5/3/2009<br /><br />Hey!<br /><br />Just got back from the salon.<br /><br />I cut my hair and now it looks kinda Katy Perry-ish, if <a href="http://www.katyperry.com/">Katy Perry</a> can be used as an adjective .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQg5GlhdHiES5S1KQ_Zj56dJIOyT5aMDxMkA-xnI0lrUCR0BlnBg1y3EEdVoZ-0EkcCt_G38VR-mFhgc-kJlyVAzd-ps5-VaiXtyPhKnfM_OOKDBBMVkp22qM45q-v9QaBo_AYJd8QPM/s1600-h/katy+perry+new+hair+cut2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQg5GlhdHiES5S1KQ_Zj56dJIOyT5aMDxMkA-xnI0lrUCR0BlnBg1y3EEdVoZ-0EkcCt_G38VR-mFhgc-kJlyVAzd-ps5-VaiXtyPhKnfM_OOKDBBMVkp22qM45q-v9QaBo_AYJd8QPM/s320/katy+perry+new+hair+cut2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331580445064790850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhyWd6IbCmKvEnbsE8nfiiKMbwkBKiL01r5baI-2shZRLxv643G6_EEJp-tLOyw-G8nqeUbUer19xIW18la3wc0QSpspT70nPRS7_gxP4I8Vlt5IMgw21uHS_fmfmtUMs0JRGIYpkBXs/s1600-h/katy_perry.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhyWd6IbCmKvEnbsE8nfiiKMbwkBKiL01r5baI-2shZRLxv643G6_EEJp-tLOyw-G8nqeUbUer19xIW18la3wc0QSpspT70nPRS7_gxP4I8Vlt5IMgw21uHS_fmfmtUMs0JRGIYpkBXs/s320/katy_perry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331580434256148882" border="0" /></a><br />But then again that was how my hair had ALWAYS looked.<br />(Well it was pretty close. Prior to the recent wavy-ism my hair had adopted that is.)<br /><br />:)<br /><br />Oh well.<br /><br />I'll post the pics later!<br /><br />5:44 PM 5/3/2009</div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-42673194852173829372009-05-03T14:05:00.011+07:002009-05-08T08:08:03.298+07:00Colon Parenthesis. :)<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjSVfPRUiBnt7uvtK2T5_W0k2W0imLdPXpw3gd0lY8Uos45-LqfYyBXiHxbygvups5ubggLPg3FGWNrp05ofUxH_Ekuwf9fGTgR9f92zeGVpcxA3i57huW0K-riZ0FxM0os-naAEsPDU/s1600-h/20070802a.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjSVfPRUiBnt7uvtK2T5_W0k2W0imLdPXpw3gd0lY8Uos45-LqfYyBXiHxbygvups5ubggLPg3FGWNrp05ofUxH_Ekuwf9fGTgR9f92zeGVpcxA3i57huW0K-riZ0FxM0os-naAEsPDU/s400/20070802a.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331498162588803874" border="0" /></a>Of course this is from my favorite webcomic <a href="http://countyoursheep.keenspot.com/comics/20070802a.png">Count Your Sheep</a>.<br /><br />I've<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">been getting lazy</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> </span>lately and I've got <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">nothing interesting</span></span> to post. The last exciting thing I did was when I went to <a href="http://www.inacraft.co.id/">INACRAFT 2009</a> and bought a new pair of wedges, and then to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yogyakarta">Jogja</a> where I bought home about 15 batik silk scarves--I think--and also about 5 batik blouses and dresses (can't wait to wear them!!!). The real thing is I'm too lazy to take pictures of them... Or even to post the event in the blog lol.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Schoolwork's been crazy lately.</span></span> Not only am I <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >OVERLOADED</span> with the assignments, but there's <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">this thing about whether I should graduate normally (4 years) or whether I should graduate early (3.5 years),</span> trying to do a cost and benefit analysis of both and finding out that I wouldn't be worse off or better off taking one or the other.<br /><br />So now I'm <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">finding a place for me to have an internship</span></span> for the final assignment.<br /><br />And it's CRAAAZY hard!<br /><br />I <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">almost missed Aikido</span> yesterday because I was <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">deeply engrossed in reading </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicked:_The_Life_and_Times_of_the_Wicked_Witch_of_the_West">Wicked by Gregory Maguire.</a></span> But after attending the class, I almost <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">wished I had just read <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wicked_%28musical%29">Wicked</a> instead of attending the lesson</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vqOkFwPhETiD4cjnaXxRMIeMjoLF0sPUo04TvUJtyxYaDSfKwqNYTMg1DDjVNcsaxxTY_eUi6bIPYqXbjJALCCy_THnAdB0e37_gYAcst-9v_X9KiQUa5aC8HDo2B51ezSQ-UBRqAaY/s1600-h/wicked2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vqOkFwPhETiD4cjnaXxRMIeMjoLF0sPUo04TvUJtyxYaDSfKwqNYTMg1DDjVNcsaxxTY_eUi6bIPYqXbjJALCCy_THnAdB0e37_gYAcst-9v_X9KiQUa5aC8HDo2B51ezSQ-UBRqAaY/s400/wicked2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331500135742422578" border="0" /></a><br />Aikido yesterday was<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"> SUCKY</span> because of Hakim Sensei. And the fact that Cici (my closest friend at the dojo) wasn't there made it even <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">worse.</span> Man! I really looked forward for today's lesson with Jamal Sensei but there was no class today... :(<br /><br />And then <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">my-not-really-ex-boyfriend</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">got mad</span> because I didn't pick up any of his calls for the whole day and after we made up that night, <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">I</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"> got mad</span> because of something that he said.<br /><br />But at the end of the day, I think this <a href="http://countyoursheep.keenspot.com/d/20070712.html">strip</a> best summarizes how I feel:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjguDLWzTDiceR6szaSgQ1RRxlkqhxC2pmF0G5O1A9dVSHE7ZgKNah8ULWx6r0huuo8hkONU2mQd9JXTeN-QgTnh5gssiaKzV3TIEn5suD9jqtDoxVQOZ3OPadJrbouE9BtmaHXs2tPk/s1600-h/20070712a.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjguDLWzTDiceR6szaSgQ1RRxlkqhxC2pmF0G5O1A9dVSHE7ZgKNah8ULWx6r0huuo8hkONU2mQd9JXTeN-QgTnh5gssiaKzV3TIEn5suD9jqtDoxVQOZ3OPadJrbouE9BtmaHXs2tPk/s400/20070712a.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331498288292632258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">So, colon parenthesis everybody!!! :)</span></span></div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1533165408811801785.post-68071218272588067002009-04-30T14:30:00.006+07:002009-05-08T08:09:31.135+07:00Absolute Hearts! ;)<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm actually in the middle of a class right now LOL, using the class computer to post an entry.<br /><br />It's been so long. And I've been so busy with school stuffs.<br /><br />Anyways I'm gonna post <a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/130232-candy-on-the-dancefloor">one of my favorite pics</a> because it incorporates all the things that I love into one very beautiful picture! :D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbSGLaxpD60k_MmEZyMsEx0Nys_anzaOh2vsBehcVBiynfi-cZcX80nBoQHem4N2Bffqr6YuczYooX0lVy_URDfMVtUu2XRlBzOgW6OnN7GAo1UV1LlVhmgkZkOiQ3hfDcfiVpTNrxib0/s1600-h/193251_21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbSGLaxpD60k_MmEZyMsEx0Nys_anzaOh2vsBehcVBiynfi-cZcX80nBoQHem4N2Bffqr6YuczYooX0lVy_URDfMVtUu2XRlBzOgW6OnN7GAo1UV1LlVhmgkZkOiQ3hfDcfiVpTNrxib0/s400/193251_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330386105877196562" border="0" /></a><br />1. Floral patterns, especially on skirts<br />2. Grey stockings<br />3. Bracelets<br />4. Scarves<br />5. Pink, Salmon, Peach<br />7. And stuff because the assistant professor standing behind my back lol. :D</div>Jasper12.01uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16061656332085890532noreply@blogger.com1