<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342</id><updated>2012-02-05T02:27:47.734+08:00</updated><category term='dreams'/><category term='thought'/><category term='research'/><category term='post'/><category term='aspirations'/><category term='review'/><category term='english'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='procrastinate'/><category term='assignments'/><category term='Apple Steve Jobs'/><title type='text'>THIS IS MY LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>WELCOME!! =D
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MULAI EROR SAYAAAAA.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-5420213008655370</id><published>2012-02-05T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T02:27:47.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Review : Chronicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYGIeA1M9z4/TwYyL_IdHTI/AAAAAAAADTU/2ZVjq__w-So/s1600/Chronicle_International_Poster_Gives_Fresh_Look_Mischievous_Teen_Superheroes_1324049391.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 712px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYGIeA1M9z4/TwYyL_IdHTI/AAAAAAAADTU/2ZVjq__w-So/s1600/Chronicle_International_Poster_Gives_Fresh_Look_Mischievous_Teen_Superheroes_1324049391.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I just watched Chronicle. To be honest, I did not really expect much from this movie considering the unknown cast. But, boy, was I pleasantly surprised. It was actually really good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blair Witch Project / Cloverfield + X-Men = Chronicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the camera was not as shaky as both Blair and Cloverfield, which was definitely a good thing, first of all. The plot was also nothing original. 3 teenage guys, Andrew, Matt and Steve, found a something that gave them power. However, I do like how the people who got the power were not the ones who were genuinely nice or passionate about saving the world. One of the guys actually got abused by his parents and bullied by his schoolmates. This movie also showcases how power can lead to both good and bad things. Unlike others, this movie can make me feel sympathetic towards the villain. How Steve died in the thunderstorm was really sad because I really believe that Steve had a good heart and was not a typical popular guy. I think his bond with Andrew were really great. And the last scene. Oh, the last scene really showed how Matt actually loved Andrew and it showed that their friendship was not only bounded by their power. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie itself was pretty depressing and dark. Okay, I must say that the trailer made the movie looked happy. Some scenes were hilarious and fun to watch but the others were pretty intense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed how the actors were almost all newcomers. Dane DeHaan, Alex Russell and Michael B. Jordan were all the leading men and they really did a great job in the movie. DeHaan's transition to the Dark Side was, well, kind of depressing in a good way. Russel and Jordan were really likeable and charismatic. Their chemistry on-screen was undeniable as friends.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, overall, I think this movie is really worth watching. It is not a typical superhero kind of movie. Okay, now go watch it. GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.5/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-5420213008655370?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/5420213008655370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2012/02/review-chronicle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/5420213008655370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/5420213008655370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2012/02/review-chronicle.html' title='Review : Chronicle'/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYGIeA1M9z4/TwYyL_IdHTI/AAAAAAAADTU/2ZVjq__w-So/s72-c/Chronicle_International_Poster_Gives_Fresh_Look_Mischievous_Teen_Superheroes_1324049391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-3791450458349408253</id><published>2012-01-03T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:51:02.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>My Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Doll x Sam Beeton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh My Doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stealing home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the five o'clock train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The platforms are heaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the soldiers are leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I was one of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you meant everything you did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you meant everything you said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then in these quiet hours of discontent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will dream of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As that train it pulls in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss you around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'mm miss the sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of your car pulling up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only difference is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss you around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJjMkq5Vdn8"&gt;Click here for the video of My Doll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really sorry for the lack of My Doll video. It is a truly great song and Sam Beeton is a great singer, but I have to download the video and upload it and it takes too much time. Sorry (again). But please, do check his video out because he really is a brilliant singer, and the lyrics.. Doesn't it sound kind of sincere, in a way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is 23.49 right now and it is raining right now. Thunders are roaring in the night sky above. I love rain. (Okay, not really when I need to go out) (And rain may cause sadness). Despite all the sentences in the brackets, I believe rain washes the pain away.  You can call it a catharsis. A purifying process. After rain comes sunshine. In my own interpretation, after sadness comes happiness. So, sit back and relax because you will be happy one day, if you are not now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy. That is what I am trying to convince myself these days. I am satisfied with my life. Of course, it is not perfect and I have my insecurities, but I am glad that I am alive. Friends and families have created happiness in my life. I am happy, and that is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-3791450458349408253?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/3791450458349408253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-doll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/3791450458349408253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/3791450458349408253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-doll.html' title='My Doll'/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-4821306949204669177</id><published>2012-01-01T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:26:21.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx4lrlSIj21qgqmqdo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx4lrlSIj21qgqmqdo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If You Forget Me x Pablo Neruda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how this is:&lt;br /&gt;if I look&lt;br /&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch&lt;br /&gt;of the slow autumn at my window,&lt;br /&gt;if I touch&lt;br /&gt;near the fire&lt;br /&gt;the impalpable ash&lt;br /&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log,&lt;br /&gt;everything carries me to you,&lt;br /&gt;as if everything that exists,&lt;br /&gt;aromas, light, metals,&lt;br /&gt;were little boats&lt;br /&gt;that sail&lt;br /&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now,&lt;br /&gt;if little by little you stop loving me&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you forget me&lt;br /&gt;do not look for me,&lt;br /&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it long and mad,&lt;br /&gt;the wind of banners&lt;br /&gt;that passes through my life,&lt;br /&gt;and you decide&lt;br /&gt;to leave me at the shore&lt;br /&gt;of the heart where I have roots,&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;that on that day,&lt;br /&gt;at that hour,&lt;br /&gt;I shall lift my arms&lt;br /&gt;and my roots will set off&lt;br /&gt;to seek another land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;if each day,&lt;br /&gt;each hour,&lt;br /&gt;you feel that you are destined for me&lt;br /&gt;with implacable sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;if each day a flower&lt;br /&gt;climbs up to your lips to seek me,&lt;br /&gt;ah my love, ah my own,&lt;br /&gt;in me all that fire is repeated,&lt;br /&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved,&lt;br /&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms&lt;br /&gt;without leaving mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here I am, writing this post on the first day of 2012. I bet it would take quite a while to get used to write 2012. I guess 2012 has really started with a kick. No, really. Japan experienced another earthquake this morning and it is really saddening considering that it is still trying to get back up on its feet after last year's awful disaster. To make things worse, people are connecting this matter with the doom thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We need to have (more) faith in life. I need to have more faith in me. Can I have it? Probably. Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Also, it is really rare for me to read poems, but the poem up there has touched me deeply, as pretentious as it sounds. Love. How can people love other so much? I have tried thinking about this several times, but to no avail. Can I love someone THAT much, just like the person in the poem? Can I be so vulnerable and honest to someone? Being honest is difficult, even to myself, and now, how can I be honest to others? I may have not figured this out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;(yet), but I hope time will answer it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;On another note, sleeping has been... difficult for me. I feel you, Insomniacs. Trying to sleep for what seems like 100 hours is very exhausting. All you can do is close your eyes, scream to yourself that you should sleep and find a comfortable position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Okay, I shall sleep now. Or, I HOPE I can sleep now. My body clock is really messed up. Good night, my readers (if any). Have a good 12 months ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-4821306949204669177?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/4821306949204669177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/4821306949204669177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/4821306949204669177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-2287556701972085675</id><published>2011-12-31T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:03:40.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>2011.99</title><content type='html'>I am here. The last few hours of 2011. Isn't it amazing how it is already 2012 in some countries, like Australia and New Zealand, and it is still 2011 in the others? It's like we are living in both the past and the future.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am both sad and happy to enter 2012. 2011 has been such a great year for me. New friends, awesome school (I cannot believe I just wrote this) and growing up. I am very reluctant to leave it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011. In summary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I got to meet quite a lot of new friends in Uniprep. And Uniprep was great, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I have gotten the chance to get to know myself a little bit more. At least, now I know what I want. Well, okay, maybe just a gist of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I had the honour (and the luck) to finally catch 30 Seconds To Mars live. My life is now half-complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lastly, I do think that I have become a better person, and I also almost succeed in not caring of what people think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I cannot wait to see all the possibilities in 2012. 2012 will be another chance to get it right. Another chance to take chances and another chance to be a better person as a whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2012 will be a big year for me. For us, who are in the same age group. We will all be in university. We will all be.. adults, both mentally and physically. Me, well, I am moving to Australia in July and as much as I hate leaving my hometown and my family and my friends, I am looking forward to open a new page in my life. I know we cannot have a new beginning, but isn't it always not too late to change the story so that we have another ending, or a better one at least?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess all my resolutions will pretty much be the same as everyone else's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Be a better person as a whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Worry less because worrying will not solve anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A mutual friend of mine wrote "My hope for 2012 -- To be so unafraid to live that I am not afraid to die", and that's it. I want to live without fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Work on my writings more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Focus on myself more. I mean, helping people is great but how can I help people if I cannot help myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Care less of what people think. And if people do not like what I do, I shall ask myself "Should I care?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Be more honest with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Be more mature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds easy. Not really. But I will try. After all, it's a part of growing up, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-2287556701972085675?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/2287556701972085675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/12/201199.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/2287556701972085675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/2287556701972085675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/12/201199.html' title='2011.99'/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-2779635752774797652</id><published>2011-12-21T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:44:02.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Anna &amp; The French Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6SU9iz5PMg/TlBPU3J4daI/AAAAAAAAECg/lx75BZ_Sh48/s1600/anna%2Band%2Bthe%2Bfrench%2Bkiss.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 475px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6SU9iz5PMg/TlBPU3J4daI/AAAAAAAAECg/lx75BZ_Sh48/s1600/anna%2Band%2Bthe%2Bfrench%2Bkiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, do not let the title fool you. The title is terribly cheesy and cliche, I know. But, hey, remember "Don't judge the book by the cover"? Don't judge it by the title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's still confusing how I bought this book. Usually, I would not buy book with this kind of title. French Kiss. Seriously? But, boy, am I glad I bought this book because it is actually really good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna &amp;amp; The French Kiss has successfully made me giddy. It also gave me butterflies in the stomach. It practically captured the feeling of falling in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think of Anna as someone who looks like the gorgeous Georgia Mae Jagger, and I picture Etienne as that new model Chris Colton. It is weird because Colton is Eurasian and I supposed Etienne is a Caucasian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story itself is very cliche, but it still does not make it any less good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, please please please I beg you. Look past the title, and go read the book because it might make you feel giddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-2779635752774797652?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/2779635752774797652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/12/anna-french-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/2779635752774797652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/2779635752774797652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/12/anna-french-kiss.html' title='Anna &amp; The French Kiss'/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6SU9iz5PMg/TlBPU3J4daI/AAAAAAAAECg/lx75BZ_Sh48/s72-c/anna%2Band%2Bthe%2Bfrench%2Bkiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-1302400772639521314</id><published>2011-12-19T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:48:01.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8rynsGspyQ/Tu9ajnLlspI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WPp9Lx8HM1U/s1600/375407_2595315174224_1595055030_32419049_669990404_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8rynsGspyQ/Tu9ajnLlspI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WPp9Lx8HM1U/s320/375407_2595315174224_1595055030_32419049_669990404_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687864422251737746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pardon me and my friend for giving you THAT look on the picture. We were just trying to impersonate a schoolmate, who is always giving THAT look to everyone. I am sure that is unintentional. Or am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The panicky side of me is getting worse right now. The deadline to accept the offer to the university is like only 3 days away and I still have not gotten the correct application. Apparently, the admission centre has not deferred my application and boy, does it freak me put a little. Not. I am freaking out like a little b*tch just because I am afraid there will be no time to accept the offer. And then, I am left with no choice of university. That would suck big time, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Foster The People is coming here to Jakarta next month. I am excited because I love them! Even though they only have an album, their whole album is great! Be sure to check their album, Torches, out! Their songs make you want to drive alone, speeding on the damp, empty road and just not think about anything. Or if you want my Brett Easton Ellis side to imagine, the songs would make you want to just smoke weed and think about things. And forget them. However, lucky for me, graduation is on the 11th of January and God knows why, Foster The People is coming on the same date. Yay me! I hope you sense my sarcasm because... Like that &lt;i&gt;lor&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S : I cannot believe I just wrote in Singlish in this post. &lt;i&gt;Lor.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-1302400772639521314?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/1302400772639521314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/12/pardon-me-and-my-friend-for-giving-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/1302400772639521314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/1302400772639521314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/12/pardon-me-and-my-friend-for-giving-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8rynsGspyQ/Tu9ajnLlspI/AAAAAAAAAMs/WPp9Lx8HM1U/s72-c/375407_2595315174224_1595055030_32419049_669990404_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-6423368352020382823</id><published>2011-12-13T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:40:26.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Like Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/movies/Like_Crazy/LikeCrazy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 510px; height: 755px;" src="http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/movies/Like_Crazy/LikeCrazy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, I know I just posted something 2.5 minutes ago, but since I had a very long hiatus, I though it would be nice to treat my readers (if there is any) with a second post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I just caught Like Crazy. It was a pleasant surprise, exceeding my expectations. I first thought it would be those Hollywood kind of romantic comedy movies, but it turned out wrong. This is why I love festival films. They are more realistic and more understandable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally think that what happened in Like Crazy can happen to anyone. This movie was so honest and passionate. Intimate. I was definitely being carried away by this movie. It left me feeling like crazy after watching it. Literally. No pun intended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The character development is amazing. We were left charmed by Anna (played by Felicity Jones) and Jacob (Anton Yelchin). They had an undeniable chemistry, making this movie even disarming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The acting was also great, but Jones stood out. When she smiled, I smiled. When she cried, my eyes were filled with tears. Another aspect that makes this movie spontaneous and honest, is that the dialogue was actually improvised by the actor. Probably, that is why the actors acted so good. Even the littlest gesture told us something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know what to feel about the ending. It definitely left me thinking. But I love the flashbacks, and maybe it is good to leave us thinking. Maybe Anna and Jacob actually ended up together, living happily ever after. Or, maybe, we cannot get what we want. They realized they did not love each other anymore but they wanted to relive their good memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rate: 4/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-6423368352020382823?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/6423368352020382823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/12/like-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/6423368352020382823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/6423368352020382823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/12/like-crazy.html' title='Like Crazy'/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-5651099657057997868</id><published>2011-12-13T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:18:22.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OZkHbhD2UY/Tudo-i8F30I/AAAAAAAAAMg/SKECKtGcvPI/s1600/381880_10150447335693501_538383500_8568179_253379248_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OZkHbhD2UY/Tudo-i8F30I/AAAAAAAAAMg/SKECKtGcvPI/s320/381880_10150447335693501_538383500_8568179_253379248_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685628478318567234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, sorry for the (too) long hiatus. It had been very hectic. School exams, fun, fun, sleep. Now, I have got no more reasons to not update my blog. It is dying and I cannot let its fate to be the same as my previous blogs. Dead. Gone. Surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last month's Singapore trip with my friends was very... memorable. In a great way. We got to know each other better. Had some quality times with the girls. I wish this happened earlier this year. Our school life would be much better (although I cannot really ask for better friends and better school life, provided how awesome they are). Anyway, that trip has left me to want more. It basically leaves me missing school. Ok, to be exact, leaves me wanting more trips like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My problems were gone in those few nights. I enjoyed myself THAT much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, it is true, that when you do not search and wish for anything, you get things. You get what is unexpected. Cliche, but the unexpected keeps life interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish all those good times do not end there. Life is still a long way ahead. I, We, still have a long journey to complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;University life is approaching. Some of my friends are going to uni in just a couple of months, and I will be following their path in half a year. Time passes too quickly. Feels like yesterday when we were just kids, not thinking about the future and the past, living in the present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is time to grow up, worming our way into the future. Makes me excited and sad at the same time, thinking about how quick our childhood is cracking into pieces. How quick it is to become a memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, sometimes memories are good. They remind us of who we are - or were. They also give us chances to relive the good old times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-5651099657057997868?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/5651099657057997868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/12/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/5651099657057997868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/5651099657057997868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/12/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OZkHbhD2UY/Tudo-i8F30I/AAAAAAAAAMg/SKECKtGcvPI/s72-c/381880_10150447335693501_538383500_8568179_253379248_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-3490760707510688153</id><published>2011-10-17T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:32:31.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Faker?</title><content type='html'>Hello, my 2-only-reader. Sorry for being MIA lately. I have been pretty busy (okay, you can roll your eyes now). No, but seriously, school has been pretty hectic since there are like 3 more weeks till exam. Say whaaatt? 3 WEEKS AND I HAVE NOT EVEN TOUCHED ANYTHING. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that is not what I want to talk about, that i-have-not-studied thing. Fakers. I am now going to talk about fakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that someone has stolen my identity or what not, it is just that there has been quite a few people adding me on Facebook, and they are kind related to one another I guess. I cannot judge them, and believe me, neither do I want to, but they have been posting their pictures every minute or so. Okay, I am a bit exaggerating but every time I log into my Facebook, their pictures seem to be everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, a reason why I think they are fake is that they post pictured of different people. Not so different, similar, but still different. I am really particular in this kind of thing. But seriously, if you want to fake someone, at least be consistent? Choose the same person for you to steal their pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am, in no way, judging them. I am just writing out my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be logical and realistic if you wanna steal somebody's picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and be consistent, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-3490760707510688153?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/3490760707510688153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/10/faker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/3490760707510688153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/3490760707510688153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/10/faker.html' title='Faker?'/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-1932726527557073444</id><published>2011-10-07T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:41:00.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple Steve Jobs'/><title type='text'>Steve Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cdn.pocket-lint.com/images/CtlK/steve-jobs-apple-ceo-dies-0.jpg?20111006-142043" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 261px;" src="http://cdn.pocket-lint.com/images/CtlK/steve-jobs-apple-ceo-dies-0.jpg?20111006-142043" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache7.groovypost.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Steve-Jobs-Passing_thumb.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 317px;" src="http://cache7.groovypost.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Steve-Jobs-Passing_thumb.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Steve Jobs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think when you hear "Steve Jobs"? A man. A revolutionary man. A creative man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A legend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quite surprised to see many tweets and news about the death of Steve Jobs this morning after I woke up. And (more) surprisingly, I was saddened by the news, and I know I am not the only one. This is probably due to my huge love to Apple's products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jobs was truly a legend. He had built our future and he had made our lives much much easier. Thanks to him, mouse was invented. And thanks to him, we are now able to use those uber cool Apple products. Oh, and also thanks to him for being the executive producer of Toy Story, which is a really awesome movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jobs and his inventions have really redefined what 'cool' really means. I am always amazed by the vast improvement of Apple products. To be honest, I enjoyed my time using iPhone. Even though I know very little about gadgets, it was the best decision for me to use it. It was like... a transition from IDontKnowAnythingAboutGadgets to OhILoveAppleSoMuch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His family stated that he 'died peacefully'. I believe he had lived his life to the fullest. As Obama said, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Steve was fond of saying that he lived every day like it was his last. Because he did, he transformed our lives, redefined entire industries, and achieved one of the rarest feats in human history: he changed the way each of us sees the world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;So, in the end, Thank you, Steve, for building the future for us. It has been a great honor to know that a great man like you existed. Thank you for changing the world, Steve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I know your legacy will go on. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-1932726527557073444?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/1932726527557073444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/10/steve-jobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/1932726527557073444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/1932726527557073444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/10/steve-jobs.html' title='Steve Jobs'/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-8558160628063185115</id><published>2011-09-28T20:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:12:51.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Color Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I do not wear many colors myself, but I am definitely in love with the Color Block trend of this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like color block will still be a trend next year after being a hit these past few months, as evident at the Fashion Week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dsquared2 S2012 RTW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBfsT2BLs4I/ToMbrkaeWUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ClFYuDwKiAo/s320/dsquaredcolor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657395992230517058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BCBG Max Azria S2012 RTW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xmSsnoXVd-0/ToMbcX0CZsI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ghCSlOrPwlg/s320/bcbgcolor4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657395731150038722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am actually loving how the trend turns out next year. It is so wearable and casual, and most importantly, affordable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, readers, if someone stares at your outfit just because the color does not match, you only have to say 4 words, "It's Color Block, Sista!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-8558160628063185115?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/8558160628063185115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/09/color-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/8558160628063185115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/8558160628063185115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/09/color-block.html' title='Color Block'/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hBfsT2BLs4I/ToMbrkaeWUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ClFYuDwKiAo/s72-c/dsquaredcolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-6717291309105558632</id><published>2011-09-25T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T00:58:06.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu-5XPR-qJI/Tn4IQg3hmqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/woaBEYxErSo/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-24%2Bat%2B21.22%2B%25233.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu-5XPR-qJI/Tn4IQg3hmqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/woaBEYxErSo/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-24%2Bat%2B21.22%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655967261817674402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me. Camwhore-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FINALLY! I have finished  my English presentation. I am proud of myself for committing to finishing it before Sunday. It is now 11.47 PM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lots to do next week. I can bet my (only) $100 that it is gonna be a hectic week ahead. Well, to be exact, a hectic-2-month. Final exam on the 7th of November. I am so not ready, but at the same time I just cannot wait to get it over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But also, at the same time, I do not want to leave Indonesia soon. Although it is still approximately half a year more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, I am missing Singapore so much, and guess what? My folks are going there next week! I should be excited, except that I will not be going with them. I am going to drown myself in a sea of assignments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am prooobably a little exaggerating, but I still have lots to do. If I skip school, I would have missed 2 hours of economics (which I suck at), Computing Studies (which I suck more at) and Legal Studies. Okay, okay. To be honest, I really want to go to. I am just consoling myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, time to do my English research essay. Stay safe and golden everyone x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-6717291309105558632?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/6717291309105558632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/09/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/6717291309105558632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/6717291309105558632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/09/me.html' title=''/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu-5XPR-qJI/Tn4IQg3hmqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/woaBEYxErSo/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-09-24%2Bat%2B21.22%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-3375800447462517224</id><published>2011-09-22T21:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T21:42:53.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rm4Erkzb5mU/Tns3cYIlMdI/AAAAAAAAALg/tqj9onEdjOc/s1600/guccistripe.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rm4Erkzb5mU/Tns3cYIlMdI/AAAAAAAAALg/tqj9onEdjOc/s320/guccistripe.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655174717748097490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rm4Erkzb5mU/Tns3cYIlMdI/AAAAAAAAALg/tqj9onEdjOc/s1600/guccistripe.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;I know I have posted something just now, but I cannot help myself from not posting this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just browsed through Style.com, and I just realized that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STRIPE IS BACK, BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrtg8v8mgX4/Tns5BbL5xhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qPmFGD15Uo8/s320/alexanderwangstripe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655176453734123026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Alexander Wang Spring 2012 Ready-to-Wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CxMJppJV__M/Tns31thjzsI/AAAAAAAAALo/nzISDu_AiCI/s320/thakoonadditionsripe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655175152986738370" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thakoon Addition Spring 2012 Ready-to-Wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmapeq5m-wc/Tns2yyZVJ-I/AAAAAAAAALY/SnpfC-hYGik/s320/fendistripe5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655174003243165666" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gucci Spring 2012 Ready-to-Wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am glad that stripes will be back next year. Stripes are like the most essential pattern for clothes. It looks laid back and it is also so very wearable. You can pair them with basically anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Striped tee looks great with short or skirt, like the one the model wore in the Thakoon Addition picture, for a relaxed look. You can also look for striped dress like the one in Gucci for a more elegant and glamorous look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, a little difference for the 2012 spring look is that the stripes are not limited to only horizontal lines or vertical lines. It can even be diagonal lines, like the one in Gucci or Alexander Wang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, if you want to sell or give your striped clothes, hold on and put it back into your drawer because you will never go wrong with stripes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(All pictures are taken from Style.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-3375800447462517224?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/3375800447462517224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-know-i-have-posted-something-just-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/3375800447462517224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/3375800447462517224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-know-i-have-posted-something-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rm4Erkzb5mU/Tns3cYIlMdI/AAAAAAAAALg/tqj9onEdjOc/s72-c/guccistripe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-2010851528033889160</id><published>2011-09-22T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T21:08:17.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to my friend, instead of doing my homework, I am doing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqV04MBLs10/Tnsx5O1r26I/AAAAAAAAALQ/N-wHpMrsfhg/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-22%2Bat%2BPM%2B08.03.38.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655168616399362978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These dogs are much better than my never-ending-assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, quite frankly, I cannot really blame him for reminding me how cute these dogs are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Procrastination has always been my forte. I procrastinate more than I have ever done anything else. Okay, I am probably exaggerating, but you get what I mean. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lots of assignments to be done. English presentation (half-checked) and English research essay (going to be checked... soon) due next week. Also, maths tutorial assignments. NOT going to be checked any sooner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I am determined to get things done. I do not want to lose focus since final exam is right around the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wish me good luck, please. I need some luck, really. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-2010851528033889160?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/2010851528033889160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/09/thanks-to-my-friend-instead-of-doing-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/2010851528033889160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/2010851528033889160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/09/thanks-to-my-friend-instead-of-doing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqV04MBLs10/Tnsx5O1r26I/AAAAAAAAALQ/N-wHpMrsfhg/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-22%2Bat%2BPM%2B08.03.38.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-5776755925965588620</id><published>2011-09-19T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:37:25.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aspirations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came across a very thoughtful tweet yesterday and it kinds of  stuck on me somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KMqLVdFxYJw/TndgBgsCLKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VmY0cj7BT84/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-19%2Bat%2BPM%2B09.16.31.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654093436257709218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"These ideas and dreams are too big for my head, what pill can I take to bring me down to reality?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many ideas and aspirations that sometimes I feel like I want things too much. Of course I know that I cannot get everything I want, but it still does not stop me from dreaming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(too much).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would also be really cool if there was a "pill that can bring me down to reality". At least, I would not have to stress too much over things, especially the trivial ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, the question is : Are my dreams too big?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or am I just underestimating myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-5776755925965588620?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/5776755925965588620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-came-across-very-thoughtful-tweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/5776755925965588620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/5776755925965588620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-came-across-very-thoughtful-tweet.html' title=''/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KMqLVdFxYJw/TndgBgsCLKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VmY0cj7BT84/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-19%2Bat%2BPM%2B09.16.31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2996331077557138342.post-3562515849523471957</id><published>2011-09-12T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:56:32.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post'/><title type='text'>Newbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwOgVZT32tc/Tm4rGUCLk3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ebApTnOq9Xo/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-21%2Bat%2B23.23.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwOgVZT32tc/Tm4rGUCLk3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ebApTnOq9Xo/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-21%2Bat%2B23.23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651501969853617010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cleo and I are saying HI to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size:100%;color:#555555;" &gt;So, here I am in Blogspot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I officially move my personal blog here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I still use my &lt;a href="http://www.palehorses.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; but it will only be for the photos and writing of other people. Or, maybe If I do not feel like writing too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;You can expect pictures and writings from me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, okay, my life is not THAT interesting, but I’m gonna make it “look” interesting here. Somehow. And I’ll probably use some pictures from other sites because I know I am pretty lousy at capturing good moments into the camera. When you ask me to take some pictures of you, I will probably take your pictures while you are blinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Stay safe and stay golden everyone x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2996331077557138342-3562515849523471957?l=mariasarafina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/feeds/3562515849523471957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/09/newbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/3562515849523471957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2996331077557138342/posts/default/3562515849523471957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariasarafina.blogspot.com/2011/09/newbie.html' title='Newbie'/><author><name>mariasarafina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00534149367494152156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjaSBNkRI60/Tm4sEThFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz3iUD1hsBc/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-06-04%2Bat%2B23.16%2B%25232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwOgVZT32tc/Tm4rGUCLk3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ebApTnOq9Xo/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-21%2Bat%2B23.23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
