<?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-3695112946997926527</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:05:50.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull Ma Finger</title><subtitle type='html'>see what happens</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-2675980615746035199</id><published>2009-12-06T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:56:59.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>So yes, I'm back in the motherland, Malaysia. That's why I haven't been blogging which is a good sign, because it means that I'm not parking my bum in front of the computer and i'm somewhere else enjoyin myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've been out with my besties, Yvonne and Benice, which was awesome, though I think Benice was the only one shopping and she was trying to practise self control.hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've eaten, hokkien mee, char koay teow, laksa, porridge, tai lok mee and my mum's cooking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the teacher's children ministry retreat, even though I'm not suppose to be there.lol.I go wherever there is free food yah..oh and I enjoyed the telematches too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has been stuck to me like glue, because seh can get away with some stuff that she normally can't..hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking physics tuition during the holidays because I need to get a crash course before I start uni (some holiday)..lol..but I guess it's good to learn new things everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go for a BBQ today, the cg is having a farewell for Aaron, yay more food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I've also been going to the gym, because I need to lose some fat..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well see ya guys around then, HOME SWEET HOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-2675980615746035199?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/2675980615746035199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-no-place-like-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2675980615746035199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2675980615746035199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s No Place Like Home'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-293685802126501861</id><published>2009-11-25T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:18:46.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upclose on My Third Board</title><content type='html'>I had the most fun with my third board, though I didn't like the hot stuffy computer room when I had to photoshop my photos.Not fun. So anyway this board is about reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I projected the picture and then pretended to look into the photo, like I want to be in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408151872075959890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2deVpzjlI/AAAAAAAAAsg/WMiK42Xeek0/s400/DSC_7416-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then, BAM! in it...lol..try n spot me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408152658944303666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2eMI91ojI/AAAAAAAAAso/gvG2W3JptbI/s400/Beach+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408154764340642498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2gGsLcQsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/So_9vyi-qX0/s400/family1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408152884128745602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2eZP1_iII/AAAAAAAAAsw/Ft1hvW2OOjw/s400/Birthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408154202307134834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2fl-cNhXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ectYPX578Ho/s400/DarylandDaren1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408153912479819858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2fVGv_qFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/yTSWk8u287Y/s400/Dad1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408153561765022306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2fAsPEimI/AAAAAAAAAs4/cKh1hIGog_M/s400/cousins1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the empty spaces just represent the reunions that are going to happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408157906160799154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2i9kXvTbI/AAAAAAAAAto/2Rtax4za_N8/s400/hollow2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2jVgXu4vI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yHJICi2JKx4/s1600/hollow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408158317403890418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2jVgXu4vI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yHJICi2JKx4/s400/hollow3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408155253091640578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2gjI6wpQI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cER5gXRMzjQ/s400/hollow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408156496394324482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2hrglOCgI/AAAAAAAAAtg/3uZSxkET3zA/s400/hollow1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Haha n these runions are going to happen really soon eh guys....haha..if u know what I mean!CYA!&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/3695112946997926527-293685802126501861?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/293685802126501861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/upclose-on-my-third-board.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/293685802126501861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/293685802126501861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/upclose-on-my-third-board.html' title='Upclose on My Third Board'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2deVpzjlI/AAAAAAAAAsg/WMiK42Xeek0/s72-c/DSC_7416-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-7318002333268401198</id><published>2009-11-20T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:51:14.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upclose on My Second Board</title><content type='html'>So these are some pictures from my second. It basicly represents the present but through text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406443180739352306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SweLbaZNVvI/AAAAAAAAArI/9rArNVy0Y60/s400/Hand+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406443188821250898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SweLb4gFU1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/pauNHGXT2WY/s400/BigBearHug1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406713408214919986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwiBMuL96zI/AAAAAAAAArw/s6efm0pdN0A/s400/DSC_6867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406712051934632642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Swh_9xpjGsI/AAAAAAAAAro/Rty_0a5ZyaM/s400/DSC_7427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to write on people's faces, but then my teacher and I decided it was easier to do it on a mask. The words on the mask are like memories that people carry around on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407433908294892658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwsQfWJRvHI/AAAAAAAAAr4/vcwT8rNUwg4/s400/DSC_7361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407435208745403906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwsRrCs1xgI/AAAAAAAAAsA/NjUJ4HenH7k/s400/DSC_7374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408148614528377122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2aguV8ISI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/rpa0JpLwkb0/s400/DSC_7378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2betpYTVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_IspE8vGkpg/s1600/DSC_7377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408149679493369170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sw2betpYTVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/_IspE8vGkpg/s400/DSC_7377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I used the projector for the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406710658541316674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Swh-sq2sakI/AAAAAAAAArg/v9-Ap3Alod0/s400/projection1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Third and final board comin' soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-7318002333268401198?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/7318002333268401198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/upclose-on-my-second-board.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/7318002333268401198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/7318002333268401198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/upclose-on-my-second-board.html' title='Upclose on My Second Board'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SweLbaZNVvI/AAAAAAAAArI/9rArNVy0Y60/s72-c/Hand+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-3074305238186630360</id><published>2009-11-15T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:38:09.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Close on My First Board</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the pics up close. So I started of looking at old photos, remembering old memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404446531648087218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwBzfI555LI/AAAAAAAAAp4/uBg7VgXjg20/s400/DSC_6502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404447792496667554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwB0oh7oa6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/Njagiglucw0/s400/DSC_6505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406356226702862578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Swc8WBXYaPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/q4ZhUTXTjyo/s400/DSC_6495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406355235466182338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Swc7cUuI_sI/AAAAAAAAAqo/OnaL0gQV3cI/s400/DSC_6481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I put them back into spaces, well I tried to look for similar surroundings as the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406439188754126098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SweHzDFw1RI/AAAAAAAAAq4/0iBNOKnwE1Y/s400/DSC_6606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404448933971037842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwB1q-QVDpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/NvyJRbPkIAc/s400/DSC_6532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404450040167950098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwB2rXKOZxI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/fXR4U374Q58/s400/DSC_6538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These pictures represents, letting go of the old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SweHzgMXQAI/AAAAAAAAArA/nMoi-dwvzgM/s1600/DSC_6698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406439196566437890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SweHzgMXQAI/AAAAAAAAArA/nMoi-dwvzgM/s400/DSC_6698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404451291895512946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwB30ONVP3I/AAAAAAAAAqY/wFm0XIL5ZJY/s400/DSC_6650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404452309246804418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwB4vcIyAcI/AAAAAAAAAqg/g3Skz-KOtbc/s400/DSC_6651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats my first board, and so the second board is the present as I let go of the past....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-3074305238186630360?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/3074305238186630360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/up-close-on-my-first-board.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3074305238186630360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3074305238186630360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/up-close-on-my-first-board.html' title='Up Close on My First Board'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwBzfI555LI/AAAAAAAAAp4/uBg7VgXjg20/s72-c/DSC_6502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-15861987899557638</id><published>2009-11-11T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:20:58.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 13 Art Exhibition</title><content type='html'>This is my year 13 art exhibition. Friends, family, teachers or anyone who wanted to have a look could come for it. We have painting, design, sculpture and photography. For sculpture, the sculptures were taken photos of and also pasted on a board, that is how all art boards are meant to be marked. I didn't take these photos, my teacher did.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403023102085844834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Svtk4okOT2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/A8IXaLfkp-4/s400/DSC_7476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some of the art work, there are better ones but my teacher didn't take pics of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403027292981312546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Svtosk3kPCI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/F_ArlxWa7yw/s400/DSC_7469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403029469128836658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvtqrPpkRjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/4d0IdyawiyM/s400/DSC_7470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403030877150770082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Svtr9M8J86I/AAAAAAAAAng/3wI0ifzy4Sc/s400/DSC_7471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403032162295067490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvttIAebs2I/AAAAAAAAAno/qUfMJ4KkHmo/s400/DSC_7473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403033172880928690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvtuC1M4L7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/sfWD8Sld7DA/s400/DSC_7474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403034189442478322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Svtu-AMCcPI/AAAAAAAAAn4/axpTffodw2E/s400/DSC_7475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403035329505318802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvtwAXQM15I/AAAAAAAAAoA/VvuJt51vK8s/s400/DSC_7477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403036440128205666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvtxBApVM2I/AAAAAAAAAoI/f-DR4iZbDRU/s400/DSC_7478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403362026982193874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvyZIqMbutI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/FbC3DigUZDQ/s400/DSC_7479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403363186760953090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvyaMKtPLQI/AAAAAAAAAoY/C0WzMas8dJo/s400/DSC_7483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403364498988348418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvybYjIoNAI/AAAAAAAAAog/mTfctqqEPGg/s400/DSC_7486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwBuUp1LQPI/AAAAAAAAApw/0GN1mNShBHI/s1600-h/DSC_7505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404440853949923570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwBuUp1LQPI/AAAAAAAAApw/0GN1mNShBHI/s400/DSC_7505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403365530533130450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvycUl8EcNI/AAAAAAAAAoo/_EyuTivaA7w/s400/DSC_7488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403367886968941954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvyedwWJbYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yx94qubJAgc/s400/DSC_7492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me explaining some stuff to my friend.lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403366547238718338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvydPxdki4I/AAAAAAAAAow/GchtsquGGxw/s400/DSC_7489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403369259582956370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Svyftpu1I1I/AAAAAAAAApA/cm9z9G6DgGw/s400/DSC_7496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404434795065051074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwBoz-udB8I/AAAAAAAAApI/KqKoryg12NU/s400/DSC_7497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404435842540090178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwBpw839s0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/CD-akGo9CpY/s400/DSC_7498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404437068338992690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwBq4TVMljI/AAAAAAAAApY/hph5B6r0wvs/s400/DSC_7500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People looking at my board. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404439571705727602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwBtKBGVinI/AAAAAAAAApo/0F0WhIV_RYo/s400/DSC_7504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My board!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404438165851178370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SwBr4L4fhYI/AAAAAAAAApg/uDHZIiUMJM4/s400/DSC_7501.JPG" /&gt; Hope you guys enjoyed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-15861987899557638?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/15861987899557638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/year-13-art-exhibition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/15861987899557638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/15861987899557638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/year-13-art-exhibition.html' title='Year 13 Art Exhibition'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Svtk4okOT2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/A8IXaLfkp-4/s72-c/DSC_7476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-6565506953808166895</id><published>2009-11-10T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:19:59.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 2 Days in School (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Here is part 2! These are the other things we do during the last few days of school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another Stats class joined with our to have a shared lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402592397179537362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvndKTwcx9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/WEmeP_ox4OY/s400/DSC_7529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402593485605347090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvneJqdYnxI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ldY0P_oap6Q/s400/DSC_7531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402594479275394178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvnfDgKyRII/AAAAAAAAAlA/WrvR7Dsb_2Y/s400/DSC_7534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing shirts were a common sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402596049265637458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Svnge41oOFI/AAAAAAAAAlI/VFIZT5N4txc/s400/DSC_7535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402597701413094402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Svnh_DkRxAI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/brAuwJxzEOg/s400/DSC_7537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My stats friend, Esta.Don't ask what we're doing.lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402598958688114898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvnjIPSAGNI/AAAAAAAAAlY/bVXIUd1ZNQQ/s400/DSC_7541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls I sit with during all my morning teas and lunch breaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402600220255041410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvnkRq-_t4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/RdpYUo0CYRU/s400/DSC_7542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402601742236958866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvnlqQzwwJI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zx1slIhOi5E/s400/DSC_7544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My two closest friends in school, Marissa and Renee. We're quite a diverse three, Marissa is South African, Renee is Australian and I'm Malaysian.haha. We always joke about that we're not form NZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402634801794627042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvoDulQhteI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Nu7Cnlk2e8w/s400/DSC_7546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something else we do are pranks!haha.This guy is wet and just threw water balloons.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402636067016389154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvoE4Ok5siI/AAAAAAAAAl4/1GCk1OH1Ukw/s400/DSC_7548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402637453449009026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvoGI7cMl4I/AAAAAAAAAmA/cl0lgpWY1D8/s400/DSC_7549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402638544536583618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvoHIcDvvcI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xP2kbvU2XD4/s400/DSC_7554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we had our Year 13 assembly which was quite rowdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402639541888419602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvoICfe9BxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/apqPXp-fPFA/s400/DSC_7555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had some speeches and a dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402640605462413314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvoJAZmwQAI/AAAAAAAAAmY/iCrvP1Qf19A/s400/DSC_7556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402641741635375650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvoKCiLf0iI/AAAAAAAAAmg/3nmmfHcVCXk/s400/DSC_7559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402642657681709506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvoK32t9mcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/mGMMCF_RpqI/s400/DSC_7560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well as you can see things got quite out of hand. Everyone wanted to join the dance, we ended out having a rave.LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402643648286647634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvoLxhAlZVI/AAAAAAAAAmw/eXL0hUaXyLU/s400/DSC_7562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402644554507914354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvoMmQ8kjHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/M-Fnk5pwsuc/s400/DSC_7563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I thought I end it with my Photography class.hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvoN06w1MPI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-OGkOT3wF0w/s1600-h/year+13+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402645905762758898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvoN06w1MPI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-OGkOT3wF0w/s400/year+13+2009+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that was what happened during the last few days of school. I am going to miss the routine but not much. I think I will miss my teachers more than the students.lol.But I had a great year :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-6565506953808166895?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/6565506953808166895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-2-days-in-school-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6565506953808166895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6565506953808166895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-2-days-in-school-part-2.html' title='Last 2 Days in School (Part 2)'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvndKTwcx9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/WEmeP_ox4OY/s72-c/DSC_7529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-994042901584069321</id><published>2009-11-09T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:55:11.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last 2 Days of School (Part1)</title><content type='html'>So I can't believe that I've been in Long Bay College for 2 years already!Wow!Imagine that. I really did have a fun time, high school was pretty cool. But because I only came during the last 2 years it was quite hard to fit into the cliques that were already made. But don't get me wrong high school was awesome! These are some pictures I took on the lst 2 days of school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Biology class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402350632542585986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkBRwTOxII/AAAAAAAAAiY/lmNzj6kPjtM/s400/12149_170402228911_640498911_2856435_2515778_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My calculus class. These 2 girls (Byrony and Kirstin) sit in front of me, they're pretty crazy (understatement lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkmrjuzegI/AAAAAAAAAko/YBJJ_QZ0EAI/s1600-h/DSC_7527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402391757775403522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkmrjuzegI/AAAAAAAAAko/YBJJ_QZ0EAI/s400/DSC_7527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402350637298853314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkBSCBNpcI/AAAAAAAAAig/jeGn5ZWAHAs/s400/DSC_7434.JPG" /&gt;My Calculus Buddy,Judy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvklwAlR-xI/AAAAAAAAAkg/AzB--1Nl1oU/s1600-h/DSC_7525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402390734727936786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvklwAlR-xI/AAAAAAAAAkg/AzB--1Nl1oU/s400/DSC_7525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402389591909310258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkktfQFnzI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DHF74II1D9w/s400/DSC_7524.JPG" /&gt; As you can see, I don't really join in the craziness LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Svkjg2ux9SI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7EL6VpRG4MY/s1600-h/DSC_7522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402388275362133282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Svkjg2ux9SI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7EL6VpRG4MY/s400/DSC_7522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Judy "angrily" tearing up her calculus work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkiaBMQd_I/AAAAAAAAAkI/2-83vY63DLI/s1600-h/DSC_7515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402387058399410162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkiaBMQd_I/AAAAAAAAAkI/2-83vY63DLI/s400/DSC_7515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Calculus buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkhTyHgwfI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5M5OqyZKzlc/s1600-h/DSC_7514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402385851762131442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkhTyHgwfI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5M5OqyZKzlc/s400/DSC_7514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL. This is Jeff. Yes he is sleeping on the floor. I think he got voted most likely to be infamous.Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkgVAxfkCI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zOQlMLmy-1A/s1600-h/DSC_7510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402384773364551714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkgVAxfkCI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zOQlMLmy-1A/s400/DSC_7510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My photography mate, Emma. She was one of my first friends in LBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkfaPvWvoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2tQQWNs6Mto/s1600-h/DSC_7507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402383763769835138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkfaPvWvoI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2tQQWNs6Mto/s400/DSC_7507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chemistry Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Svkd43s8OlI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hCQBoKu9LZU/s1600-h/DSC_7467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402382090869946962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Svkd43s8OlI/AAAAAAAAAjo/hCQBoKu9LZU/s400/DSC_7467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The smart people lol (Stacey and Jess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkcmtTyaSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/c_xq8f-XD-c/s1600-h/DSC_7463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402380679330818338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkcmtTyaSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/c_xq8f-XD-c/s400/DSC_7463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Korean friend, Ji Yun, only got to know her this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkagTEbECI/AAAAAAAAAjY/XZudOQI4GBY/s1600-h/DSC_7461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402378370184581154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkagTEbECI/AAAAAAAAAjY/XZudOQI4GBY/s400/DSC_7461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we do in chem.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkZAIJenyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/7ki0XIEgSgI/s1600-h/DSC_7458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402376717985554210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkZAIJenyI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/7ki0XIEgSgI/s400/DSC_7458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Chem Buddy, Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkXwTOX8aI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ky73LAEjEOM/s1600-h/DSC_7455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402375346569343394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkXwTOX8aI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ky73LAEjEOM/s400/DSC_7455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another of my photography friends, Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkV0AhAWNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/b5X-DP5weLQ/s1600-h/DSC_7452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402373211243436242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkV0AhAWNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/b5X-DP5weLQ/s400/DSC_7452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Renee,my photography buddy!Closest Friend too.Though she was a bit wasted when she came to school today lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkUB6aQHYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/B3Cp9OxnkJg/s1600-h/DSC_7451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402371251099409794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkUB6aQHYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/B3Cp9OxnkJg/s400/DSC_7451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go us! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkSenCBxoI/AAAAAAAAAiw/0IXCihCHqoM/s1600-h/DSC_7438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402369545090483842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkSenCBxoI/AAAAAAAAAiw/0IXCihCHqoM/s400/DSC_7438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkBSpRTCyI/AAAAAAAAAio/h9EP9CkoBhQ/s1600-h/DSC_7437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402350647835298594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkBSpRTCyI/AAAAAAAAAio/h9EP9CkoBhQ/s400/DSC_7437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watch out for part 2! More photos! Miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-994042901584069321?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/994042901584069321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-last-2-days-of-school-part1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/994042901584069321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/994042901584069321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-last-2-days-of-school-part1.html' title='My Last 2 Days of School (Part1)'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvkBRwTOxII/AAAAAAAAAiY/lmNzj6kPjtM/s72-c/12149_170402228911_640498911_2856435_2515778_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-3515021945177498264</id><published>2009-11-08T22:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:39:09.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Year 13 Photograhy Art Board</title><content type='html'>This is my photography board!I finally finished it!WOOT!! The overall theme is "Memories". Bascily influenced from missing HOME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402026814347539234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvfaxDhR8yI/AAAAAAAAAiI/jDUW3TgpTjc/s400/DSC_7444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first board is basicly looking at the past, memories, old photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402019107433418050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvfTwdBxDUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/QPFT52-pH1k/s400/DSC_7440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My second board is about the presentand communication through text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402016506715935346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvfRZEmZknI/AAAAAAAAAh4/a7uLzRwFh1k/s400/DSC_7441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My third board is basicly reliving the past and future reunions, that's what the blank spaces are about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402012553123797954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvfNy8UlG8I/AAAAAAAAAhw/8f-BB9azaJg/s400/DSC_7439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my board at the Year 13 Art Exhibition :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402029012915961634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvfcxB01vyI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/KIRJmmeuLyY/s400/DSC_7503.JPG" /&gt; I'll try to put up some of the actual photos later. Also I will post up some of my school photos with my friends during the last few days of school :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-3515021945177498264?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/3515021945177498264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-my-photography-boardi-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3515021945177498264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3515021945177498264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-my-photography-boardi-finally.html' title='My Year 13 Photograhy Art Board'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SvfaxDhR8yI/AAAAAAAAAiI/jDUW3TgpTjc/s72-c/DSC_7444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-7980308687375325462</id><published>2009-11-01T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:44:47.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Be, Hey Von, Remember...</title><content type='html'>Hey Be, Hey Von,&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times we were little and went to cell group together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be, Hey Von,&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the sleepovers we had together, when we told each other secrets that no one else knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Von,&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times we went to maxim and the baptist book store after ISCA at the old church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be, Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Darvind incident, and how we were "lookin for a shirt for him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be, Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time we took pictures upside down together on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times when I teased you about how slow you typed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be,Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time you guys pushed me into the changing room to try on a dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be, Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Jerejak trip where we stayed up all night because we thought some guy was tryin to break into our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be, Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times we went out together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times we went to Mr. Tan for tuition and his stamp collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Chefoo Camp where we were wet and had only one hair dryer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be, Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times where you guys always teased me with the guy I liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time we stayed up late to help Rachel Lutz with wrapping Christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the hiking trips we went for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be, Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time we went to the pasar malam with Pastor Lydia, and her crazy story of her being a pirated dvd seller and then asking Thern to fetch us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be, Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we always used to sit at the same spot in church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be, Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember Classy Chloe and the donut look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be, Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember the musical 'Joy to the World' and I was the sheperd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the ATI meetings we went too,the long skirts and Bright Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we always said you needed counseling from my dad or pastor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be, Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember Beclovon and the house we're suppose to live in together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Be, Hey Von&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the times we laughed together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many memories....&lt;br /&gt;But most of all remember to remember each other and that we still hav more memories to make :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-7980308687375325462?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/7980308687375325462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-be-hey-von-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/7980308687375325462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/7980308687375325462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-be-hey-von-remember.html' title='Hey Be, Hey Von, Remember...'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-4969622889708363989</id><published>2009-10-24T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:32:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise in Harbourside</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a short video of my church doing the song "We Have Overcome" by Isreal Houghton. The sound quality does this song no justice.It is currently my favourite song.Whoah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-83cabbc0cb09fda0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D83cabbc0cb09fda0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329865586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F6632DB09D3B5FA2D819FE2DECEF8F692D96A7A.A0DFD479C58AF46A8872A46D7E01D17C75D2D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D83cabbc0cb09fda0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZLOrmklXx9W7yoyT5T85LfDK0AM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D83cabbc0cb09fda0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329865586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F6632DB09D3B5FA2D819FE2DECEF8F692D96A7A.A0DFD479C58AF46A8872A46D7E01D17C75D2D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D83cabbc0cb09fda0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZLOrmklXx9W7yoyT5T85LfDK0AM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is the main church service, it's a great church, with great people,great music and a great God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-4969622889708363989?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/4969622889708363989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/10/praise-in-harbourside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4969622889708363989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4969622889708363989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/10/praise-in-harbourside.html' title='Praise in Harbourside'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-2821949050402911217</id><published>2009-10-24T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:15:16.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H is for Hybrid</title><content type='html'>With all these hybrids of animals, soon our kids will no longer learn "T is for Tiger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B is for Beefalo(Cow and Bison)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO_Vmi-Q5I/AAAAAAAAAho/k0h9N_WBoWA/s1600-h/beefalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396367156365378450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO_Vmi-Q5I/AAAAAAAAAho/k0h9N_WBoWA/s400/beefalo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beefalo are a fertile hybrid offspring of domestic cattle and the American Bison. The breed was created to combine the best characteristics of both animals with a view towards beef production. Creating the Beefalo has proved to be a serious setback to wild American Bison conservation. The current American Bison population has been growing rapidly and is estimated at 350,000, but this is compared to an estimated 60-100 million in the mid-19th century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO82N3QQNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IpZDJbVLk50/s1600-h/Cama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C is for Cama (Camel and Llama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO82N3QQNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IpZDJbVLk50/s1600-h/Cama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396364418140356818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO82N3QQNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IpZDJbVLk50/s400/Cama.jpg" /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A cama is a hybrid between a camel and a llama, produced via artificial insemination by a breeder in Dubai attempting to create a animal with the size and strength of the camel, but the more cooperative temperament of the llama.The Dromedary camel is six times the weight of a Llama, hence artificial insemination was required to impregnate the Llama female. Though born even smaller than a Llama calf, the Cama had the short ears and long tail of a camel, no hump and llama-like cloven hooves rather than the dromedary-like pads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO82N3QQNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IpZDJbVLk50/s1600-h/Cama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO82N3QQNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IpZDJbVLk50/s1600-h/Cama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I is for Iron Age Pig (Pig and Wild Boar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO-u_gYkXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/PYnNtLdNRPs/s1600-h/Ironagepig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396366493050507634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO-u_gYkXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/PYnNtLdNRPs/s400/Ironagepig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Iron age pig is a hybrid between domestic Tamworth pigs and wild boar. They were originally created in order to reconstruct the European prehistoric pig that existed in ancient Europe thousands of years ago. The hybrids are tamer than wild boar but less tractable than domestic swine and generally become specialist pork sausages. Most of them are bred for the specialist meat trade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L is for Liger (Male Lion and Female Tiger) and T is for Tigon(Female Lion and Male Tigor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO-jWDGbGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QOSjgtq3IL4/s1600-h/z_tigon_liger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396366292943268962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO-jWDGbGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/QOSjgtq3IL4/s400/z_tigon_liger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Liger is a hybrid cross between a male lion and a female tiger. A liger resembles a tiger with diffused stripes. They are the largest cats in the world. A similar hybrid, the offspring of a male tiger and a female lion is called a tigon. Ligers may inherit rosettes from the lion parent. These markings may be black, dark brown or sandy. The background color may be correspondingly tawny, sandy or golden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;W is for Wholphin (Dolphin and Whale)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO-MKeAY5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yzi0ov-7o-I/s1600-h/wholphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396365894697902994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO-MKeAY5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yzi0ov-7o-I/s400/wholphin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A wholphin is born from a mating of a dolphin mother and a false killer whale father. A false killer whale is basically just a larger version of a common dolphin. Although Wholphins have been reported to exist in the wild, there are currently only two in captivity, both at Sea Life Park in Hawaii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO9SvcjUQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/X8trcJHJ8Kg/s1600-h/zorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Z is for Zorse (Zebra and Horse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO9SvcjUQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/X8trcJHJ8Kg/s1600-h/zorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396364908191502594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO9SvcjUQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/X8trcJHJ8Kg/s400/zorse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A zorse or zebrula is the offspring of a zebra stallion and a horse mare; the rarer reverse pairing is sometimes called a hebra.The zorse is shaped more like a horse than a zebra, but has boldly striped legs and, often, stripes on the body or neck. Like most other interspecies hybrids, it is infertile.&lt;br /&gt;Zorses are preferred over purebred zebras for riding and drought for several reasons, although they are still not as easily handled as purebred horses and should not be ridden or purchased by novices. Their more horselike shape, particularly in the shoulder region, makes it easier to obtain harness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO9SvcjUQI/AAAAAAAAAhI/X8trcJHJ8Kg/s1600-h/zorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-2821949050402911217?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/2821949050402911217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/10/h-is-for-hybrid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2821949050402911217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2821949050402911217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/10/h-is-for-hybrid.html' title='H is for Hybrid'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SuO_Vmi-Q5I/AAAAAAAAAho/k0h9N_WBoWA/s72-c/beefalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-5285196283198666642</id><published>2009-10-16T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:19:14.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair Day at Tennis</title><content type='html'>During the holidays I helped out with the holiday program again. My coach decided to have a crazy hair day on the last day. Not all the kids did something to their hair, but if they wanted too they couldn't. Kinda like a competition anyway.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Stv0G9Tn7vI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Wez1uGw7oIQ/s1600-h/DSC_7328.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That kid has paint in his hair.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393333818541554866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Stj4iGlFPLI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AQOYgBYkvTI/s400/DSC_7286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's the other helper.His name is Riaan(for some of you,something might click :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394165209573876770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Stvsrbhr5CI/AAAAAAAAAgo/GXUnfj6R8LQ/s400/DSC_7288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394158824736412130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Stvm3yJz0eI/AAAAAAAAAgY/47QLLcEABn8/s400/DSC_7298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do not be fooled by his cute face.lol.He was the hardest kid to handle.kids...:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394160860043562770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StvouQQ2TxI/AAAAAAAAAgg/I41KgeDJSU4/s400/DSC_7292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394156842405110658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StvlEZZMo4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NXHPW3r21wI/s400/DSC_7300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393801821616337826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqiLd5L86I/AAAAAAAAAf4/8T3VoSIoXr4/s400/DSC_7295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Looks like he's saying, "I'm so gangster bro" haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393798427281903362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqfF5AyzwI/AAAAAAAAAfo/niytD5BMLNs/s400/DSC_7301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then we gave some prizes away. That's my coach there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394167238469988418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StvuhhwNsEI/AAAAAAAAAgw/GbWt2vcLjMI/s400/DSC_7306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here are the canditates to win the crazy haird day prize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Stqa6cRs32I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xxPD7pFXx18/s1600-h/DSC_7315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393793832543117154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Stqa6cRs32I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/xxPD7pFXx18/s400/DSC_7315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393792414699445810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqZn6ZbXjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/5_8s5ySEqMM/s400/DSC_7316.JPG" /&gt;We got some wigs too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqYSGh2jdI/AAAAAAAAAfA/f1CCdwYIPKs/s1600-h/DSC_7320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393790940487257554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqYSGh2jdI/AAAAAAAAAfA/f1CCdwYIPKs/s400/DSC_7320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And colouring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqWmCcRWuI/AAAAAAAAAe4/iaS3yRhvDOo/s1600-h/DSC_7319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393789083964234466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqWmCcRWuI/AAAAAAAAAe4/iaS3yRhvDOo/s400/DSC_7319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the winners.Couldn't decided on one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqVZylteAI/AAAAAAAAAew/5tbkTT1mNGE/s1600-h/DSC_7323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393787774038800386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqVZylteAI/AAAAAAAAAew/5tbkTT1mNGE/s400/DSC_7323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So what's nexts?Guess what they're raising they're hands for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqTz2Q46eI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1Ce3JS9GGXw/s1600-h/DSC_7326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393786022678555106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqTz2Q46eI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1Ce3JS9GGXw/s400/DSC_7326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;  Lolly scramble!lol.Yes we throw the sweets,they catch em. We do this every last day of the Holiday Program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqSbot2S9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/NB8S5A7m9jc/s1600-h/DSC_7329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393784507213433810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqSbot2S9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/NB8S5A7m9jc/s400/DSC_7329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Watch them go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394173379079565042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Stv0G9Tn7vI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Wez1uGw7oIQ/s400/DSC_7328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqRVS_t--I/AAAAAAAAAeY/EuOYEYkJao0/s1600-h/DSC_7327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393783298791963618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqRVS_t--I/AAAAAAAAAeY/EuOYEYkJao0/s400/DSC_7327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqOizQCrjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/trqTZDCXZ6o/s1600-h/DSC_7331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393780232253779506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqOizQCrjI/AAAAAAAAAeI/trqTZDCXZ6o/s400/DSC_7331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riaan again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqNM0ctyaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/MFLBd1DGios/s1600-h/DSC_7334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393778755106621858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StqNM0ctyaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/MFLBd1DGios/s400/DSC_7334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amazing what kids do for candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Stj7Ia2fqfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/p12ihHKq24k/s1600-h/DSC_7333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393336675841583602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Stj7Ia2fqfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/p12ihHKq24k/s400/DSC_7333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393335475461216338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Stj6CjFg2FI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GHEtEioBI7Y/s400/DSC_7335.JPG" /&gt;That's the end of the day.Ciao! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-5285196283198666642?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/5285196283198666642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-hair-day-at-tennis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5285196283198666642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5285196283198666642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-hair-day-at-tennis.html' title='Crazy Hair Day at Tennis'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Stj4iGlFPLI/AAAAAAAAAdI/AQOYgBYkvTI/s72-c/DSC_7286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-4430138813673456712</id><published>2009-10-12T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:37:26.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want It That Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey people, my second music vid. This is "I Want it That Way" by Backstreet Boys.lol.I just thought I play it for fun. It's the same tune over and over again so I only played the verse and chorus once.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2216743f96d4aff2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2216743f96d4aff2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329865586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79D5AF43FCC8B3E0B07611D3414B0EA8534FFCE7.3BE0A7815FD1B389D352EB02062520832C70E54E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2216743f96d4aff2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4KnJRy9bs6KP4EfXC3QHAdBdQXU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2216743f96d4aff2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329865586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D79D5AF43FCC8B3E0B07611D3414B0EA8534FFCE7.3BE0A7815FD1B389D352EB02062520832C70E54E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2216743f96d4aff2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4KnJRy9bs6KP4EfXC3QHAdBdQXU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-4430138813673456712?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/4430138813673456712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-it-that-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4430138813673456712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4430138813673456712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-it-that-way.html' title='I Want It That Way'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-375410005332032071</id><published>2009-10-09T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:40:51.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day With My Musician Mates</title><content type='html'>Last Tuesday I brought my camera for band practise and decided to take some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390729380391124178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss-3z2Z5fNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6TT6Z6yqj-Q/s400/DSC_7038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michelle on acoustics and vocals also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390731350925085250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss-5mjNzikI/AAAAAAAAAbA/GF8pFoaBk1s/s400/DSC_7045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hana on acoustics and electric. Jeanelle on Keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390733404538432674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss-7eFhYbKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UC0BQwkhtpI/s400/DSC_7127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeanelle is also on vocals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390736934516557922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss--rjtwCGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/FnmKviE6Psw/s400/DSC_7138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeremy on Electric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390734431561217650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss-8Z3esdnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/V0IgY_adwdo/s400/DSC_7099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me on acoustics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390732513435140978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss-6qN5zQ3I/AAAAAAAAAbI/u7Lg38jBoIk/s400/DSC_7052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Cheryl, she's playin the keys but i can't seem to find a pic of her playin it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390730398457554642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss-4vG_2ZtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BpYw0UJnWwQ/s400/DSC_7112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kristine on Electrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390737924783395506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss-_lMvw0rI/AAAAAAAAAbo/jLYOl62fNGc/s400/DSC_7090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the whole view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390739997183907298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss_Bd1CjFeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VjlhmjD0Awo/s400/DSC_7175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course what do you do when u have a camera?Take pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390738933330387122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss_Af54GoLI/AAAAAAAAAbw/lqsVeI0Fqtg/s400/DSC_7173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390741009693753458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss_CYw7tQHI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lP8uW40h6dk/s400/DSC_7176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390742149339554386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss_DbGccIlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IvwN6bfF3BU/s400/DSC_7205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to the play ground for fun..lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390743441182370082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss_EmS7xKSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0STtyJLmdGc/s400/DSC_7219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390745059048147586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss_GEd9ByoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_LuIXQDX6mU/s400/DSC_7248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss_HJxOT1lI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UKTFV7yeFmw/s1600-h/DSC_7268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390746249631880786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss_HJxOT1lI/AAAAAAAAAcg/UKTFV7yeFmw/s400/DSC_7268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; For all the pics, click the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?filter=app_2305272732#/album.php?aid=113639&amp;amp;id=715904961"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?filter=app_2305272732#/album.php?aid=113639&amp;amp;id=715904961&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My holidays are almost over sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-375410005332032071?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/375410005332032071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-with-my-musician-mates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/375410005332032071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/375410005332032071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-with-my-musician-mates.html' title='A Day With My Musician Mates'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Ss-3z2Z5fNI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6TT6Z6yqj-Q/s72-c/DSC_7038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-6227070138509577589</id><published>2009-09-25T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:56:52.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my Photography Class....</title><content type='html'>These are photos of my photography class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385543737152925202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sr1Lfr9UbhI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/29p8pK4OPWs/s400/DSC_6852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my closest friend in school,Renee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385548125136816898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sr1PfGeNCwI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cL2sH--qudM/s400/DSC_6857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what we do in class,that we take photos and stick them our portfolio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385549434996687954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sr1QrWFIhFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/KzP2NzrFMHQ/s400/DSC_6858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those pictures up there belong to this girl, Alexander (she's British..hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385544849001236594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sr1MgZ6nSHI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JzLaVmh8JAE/s400/DSC_6853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Tasmine and Daniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385552977058717554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sr1T5hSh33I/AAAAAAAAAao/0y9-3jetc7E/s400/DSC_6860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daniel again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385545790560462194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sr1NXNf05XI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bmQFnOvBSrI/s400/DSC_6856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This is Maria, she's Russian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sr1ScjLV0xI/AAAAAAAAAag/n_ckNa0GXb4/s1600-h/DSC_6859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385551379837604626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sr1ScjLV0xI/AAAAAAAAAag/n_ckNa0GXb4/s400/DSC_6859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes that's me on the left,and my teacher Mr.Bellham on the right (he looks a bit fat in this pic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, this is juz a random video of my chemistry classroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-96d47c4fd4b94a62" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-my-photography-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6227070138509577589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6227070138509577589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-my-photography-class.html' title='In my Photography Class....'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sr1Lfr9UbhI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/29p8pK4OPWs/s72-c/DSC_6852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-6647835742134389258</id><published>2009-09-02T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:07:37.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th finger longer than 2nd?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I got these text from BBC News and ABC Science:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold up your right hand and have a look at your second or index finger - the one that you point with. Then compare it to your fourth finger - the one next to the little finger. Here's the big question - which finger is longer, the fourth finger or the second finger?&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal for men. If the fourth finger of your right hand is longer than your second finger, then you are probably a super spunk, a stud-muffin, a testosterone tiger.&lt;br /&gt;On average, you (with the longer fourth finger) will have a higher sperm count, a higher level of testosterone, and a lower incidence of germ cell failure -where you have a zero or very low sperm count. You'll probably be good fatherhood material.&lt;br /&gt;But for women, it's the other way around. Women who had a fourth finger shorter than their second finger would have higher levels of various female hormones such as oestrogen, prolactin and luteinising hormone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A King's College London team found women whose ring finger is longer than their index finger are more likely to achieve higher levels in sport.The researchers found women with longer fourth fingers were significantly more likely to be among the top achievers in all the sports listed. In particular, they were likely to excel at running, and sports such as football and tennis, which require running prowess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess which of my fingers are longer.lol.When I read this i was like, so that's why...and i was lol-ing away.So basicly if you're a girl n your 4th finger is longer than your second finger, you've got a bit more testosterone than the average girl.hahaha.I guess maybe that why i'm such a tomboy!Just a thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-6647835742134389258?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/6647835742134389258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/09/4th-finger-longer-than-2nd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6647835742134389258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6647835742134389258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/09/4th-finger-longer-than-2nd.html' title='4th finger longer than 2nd?'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-3115117528153388082</id><published>2009-08-09T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:17:38.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CG Icebreaker</title><content type='html'>This is a video of an icebreaker we played the other day at my cell group.I decided to put it up for fun and it's a funny video. It's an improv ice breaker, so it's a bit random.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6361bb9a34424772" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6361bb9a34424772%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329865586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D101E2F5907760CC6572D208C63C3764353404644.4F652F2E234DAA412D68B1DBBCEA7FF618E16FEA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6361bb9a34424772%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8htNu2d3DV7ES3Jkb8_rY6xEWRE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6361bb9a34424772%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329865586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D101E2F5907760CC6572D208C63C3764353404644.4F652F2E234DAA412D68B1DBBCEA7FF618E16FEA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6361bb9a34424772%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8htNu2d3DV7ES3Jkb8_rY6xEWRE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-3115117528153388082?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6361bb9a34424772&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/3115117528153388082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/08/cg-icebreaker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3115117528153388082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3115117528153388082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/08/cg-icebreaker.html' title='CG Icebreaker'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-730292056831611520</id><published>2009-08-04T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:20:07.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Sing Sing</title><content type='html'>I wanted to copy the lyrics to the song here, but then i decided to play it on my guitar. 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-5226241130160542393</id><published>2009-07-29T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:00:17.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video of Band Practise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So these are juz 2 videos of my second band practise.I used my phone to record them so,the sound isn't that great.The first video is before practise and the second one is during practise :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f72adf80e187128" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-789761845546236526</id><published>2009-07-21T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T04:39:09.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Practise</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I haven't been bloggin and yes, I am back in school! Sobs....I'm am very sure these holidays passed faster than normal &gt;.&gt; lol.well at least it felt that way..haih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,you might be wondering what my title was all about.No, I'm not exactly in a band. My cell group is going to have a worship night and so we planned band practises for it. I'm of course playing the acoustic. We hav 2 electrics, 2 acoustics and keys..haha..how cool is that?The only thing missing is drums but that can also be played on the keyboard. So I had my first practise today which was cool and my finger muscles probably are dead now.lol. Maybe one of these practise I'l video and put it in my blog.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-789761845546236526?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/789761845546236526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/07/band-practise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/789761845546236526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/789761845546236526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/07/band-practise.html' title='Band Practise'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-4477456764729757371</id><published>2009-07-01T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:44:32.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are Around the Corner</title><content type='html'>Yup it's going to be the holidays again.WOOHOO!though I'm not very sure why I'm so happy,other than the fact I can sleep in.The holidays here can't be quite(very)boring but this time I plan to do something different.I shall walk to the library..LOL..no seriously I am.haha.I've got school work to do anyway,so I'll just walk down since I don't have a car.I probably go and hang out in browns bay for awhile and meet up with one of my friends.And also the usual,of more tennis playing but I definately have more work to do this holiday.So it's not all fun and games for me.Oh and I've been a reality tv junkie these few months,just finished watching all the seasons of ANTM(America's Next Top Model) and now I'm starting on Survivor and on my 5th season.lol.yup that's life for me i guess.I wish I could go back to Penang though,but it's only a 2 week break so not worth it.That's it for now guys,cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-4477456764729757371?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/4477456764729757371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/07/holidays-are-around-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4477456764729757371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4477456764729757371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/07/holidays-are-around-corner.html' title='Holidays are Around the Corner'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-3155167605787673553</id><published>2009-06-28T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:01:16.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Passed!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha just like Rachel Yeoh I passed my driving test!woohoo!! I was a nervous wreck,at one point of the test I was quite sure I failed but nope.I just soooo happy!!I haven't been that nervous since...i don't know when.A horrible feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've got my restricted which means,I can only drive between 5am and 10pm and I cannot take passengers unless there's a person with a full license(and holding it for at least for 2 years) beside me.ugh!And guess how long I need to hold my restricted for before I can take my full?1 and a half years!Is that long or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I'm juz glad I passed!cya!watch out for chloe on the road,cos i'm a wild driver :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-3155167605787673553?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/3155167605787673553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-passed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3155167605787673553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3155167605787673553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-passed.html' title='I Passed!!!'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-3845080547123825502</id><published>2009-06-25T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T04:28:42.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers 2:Revenge of the Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SkNZIrzMUhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OHa98aRSv_g/s1600-h/transformers2pos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351218787977548306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SkNZIrzMUhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OHa98aRSv_g/s400/transformers2pos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just let me start with, "Freaking Awesome!"..lol.well i watch transformers yesterday, the day it came out.My cuz and I were thinking of going to the premier at midnight but decided not too.oh well. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning spoiler ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is longer the first one about 2hr and 20 min.The graphics were as good as the first one, i mean come on, who can top transformers. I loved the comedy between the parents and the robots. I think this one is funnier than the first one. There are also bigger robots called the constructercon (i think this is how u spell it), where normal transformers join to together to make a huge as robot. Boys you can definately look forward to megan hot..oops i mean megan fox..lol.First scene was like her on a motorcycle, *whistles*. There's a new character, i guess he's suppose to be annoyin,cos he was.but all good. I actually expected Hot Rod(the Prime after Optimus) to appear because I thought Optimus was going to die in this movie. Oh and I  thought the Fallen was the decepticons that came back but wasn't.It was an older decepticon, which was Megatrons master. So ok.Shia Lebouf (forgot how to spell his name), is not bad lookin I guess, but definately Mr.Duhamel was.haha.But Shia was great,funny, and akward with the ladies.The character I hated the most was,the girl decepticon.The one that was trying to kill Sam.Ugh she is so annoyin.Our all so favourite autobots were back. Bumblebee was so cute,he's like a pet dog to the Whitwickys. Though in this show the aubots hardly had a role, the main autobots were Optimus and the 2 new crazy bots (the twins).Micheal Bay did say that this show is about the decepticons anyway.Like Revenge of the Sith, I'll laugh if the third movie is called Return of the Autobots cos that'll be jus sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which show do I prefer?I like them both equally, or maybe cos I watched the first one to many times.haha.But yeah the second one probably has better scenes but has more loopholes.I definately wanna watch again, cos half way through the show I needed to go pee.Which was annoyin.lol.Oh and there was this annoyin kids sittin like 2 one seat away from me,commeting the whole way.ugh!and he took of his smelly shoes.bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go watch it people!!!Though if you're reading this to the end I would expect you to already have watched it.ciao guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-3845080547123825502?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/3845080547123825502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-2revenge-of-fallen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3845080547123825502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3845080547123825502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-2revenge-of-fallen.html' title='Transformers 2:Revenge of the Fallen'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SkNZIrzMUhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OHa98aRSv_g/s72-c/transformers2pos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-5931637532016221271</id><published>2009-06-21T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T03:13:57.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of a Piece of Trash</title><content type='html'>I was walking down the road to do my photography project, when I suddenly was interested on the rubbish on the ground. So I began takin pictures of trash while walking back home and this is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350023373195673762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj8Z6YtdgKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FYBeIETA0H4/s400/DSC_6565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350027122963285826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj8dUpruh0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/JH3lTE5DQK4/s400/DSC_6570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350035920397126978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj8lUurZzUI/AAAAAAAAAXw/msjbThGvMeo/s400/DSC_6573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj9Wwqqg5RI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qa5_Fn5BM1Q/s1600-h/DSC_6576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350090276425753874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj9Wwqqg5RI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qa5_Fn5BM1Q/s400/DSC_6576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350088981183080818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj9VlRgmKXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/X63t5M2zlcM/s400/DSC_6600.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350038403945404466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj8nlSndGDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/LNQgovj89D0/s400/DSC_6574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350031012895134994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj8g3EzwFRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/x_IyIW_r_iM/s400/DSC_6572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350042923158318066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj8rsV_xq_I/AAAAAAAAAYA/hUw-iLxQLj4/s400/DSC_6582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350046475960193202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj8u7JNwELI/AAAAAAAAAYI/NouUWgpaGKU/s400/DSC_6585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350073270167672850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj9HSxaoGBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7Qp6Mqy_drw/s400/DSC_6591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350077251087883538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj9K6ff93RI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-Wxv49bs3o8/s400/DSC_6594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350081712087277986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj9O-KBGoaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Kf6JO7T5Tgw/s400/DSC_6595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350084807047762002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj9RyTpL0FI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vDtjWm98br4/s400/DSC_6596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350086061684232834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj9S7Vh1EoI/AAAAAAAAAYw/FKdMDq6ClVg/s400/DSC_6597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj9UQydWh7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/aIn2nlaFfls/s1600-h/DSC_6599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350087529738962866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj9UQydWh7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/aIn2nlaFfls/s400/DSC_6599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quite an interesting bunch of photos I must say. Especially since I was interested in taking it at the same level as the piece of trash, thus my title. I guess you could look at it this way, look how lonely the piece of trash is by itself. Pick it up and let it join its friends in the rubbish bin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might continue this project later on..cya&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/3695112946997926527-5931637532016221271?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/5931637532016221271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-of-piece-of-trash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5931637532016221271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5931637532016221271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-of-piece-of-trash.html' title='The Life of a Piece of Trash'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sj8Z6YtdgKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FYBeIETA0H4/s72-c/DSC_6565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-3981466165869333423</id><published>2009-06-19T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:13:59.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So the other day I woke up and guess what I saw?The car was covered in ice. I checked the temperature, 2 degrees celcius.phew cold as.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349255584132818850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SjxfnLkC56I/AAAAAAAAAWo/SqzrFwdB8HQ/s400/Image23.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349255581619314450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SjxfnCMx3xI/AAAAAAAAAWg/I7xaVpQYfF4/s400/Image22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349256310655166898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SjxgReEeKbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/N-SGNFv16p8/s400/Image24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;These are not water droplets, they are ice pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349254794277842434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sjxe5NH8bgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/2pkCKWcEmwo/s400/Image18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349255577183373010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SjxfmxrKxtI/AAAAAAAAAWY/sx-5N5oWljw/s400/Image15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cool ice patterns though.&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/3695112946997926527-3981466165869333423?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/3981466165869333423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3981466165869333423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3981466165869333423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/ice.html' title='Ice'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SjxfnLkC56I/AAAAAAAAAWo/SqzrFwdB8HQ/s72-c/Image23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-5559466892040623686</id><published>2009-06-18T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:56:54.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Von!</title><content type='html'>That's right, it's my other besties birthday!And she's officially 18!It's none other than Yvonne Yeoh! I was joking with her about what she was going to do for her 18th birthday, and i said drinking.LOL.i'm joking ok! *whistles* but she told me that she's going on a date with wilson and benice so I guess that's cool too.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this post is dedicated to you von.I've known her for like....forever.And she is such a great friend that words cannot describe it. There are so many things I admire about her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Her strong and confidant attitude. She's always determined and a perfectionist. I doubt anyone can break her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.She's creative. Put up your hand if you've receive a card or a bookmark from yvonne.I bet almost everyone can.She can constantly make stuff out of of scrap paper and for her birthday she always wants art materials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.She's thoughtful. She's one of the most sensitive girls I know, you can see her comforting others when they're down and not afraid to lend a shoulder or shed a tear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.She's strong in the Lord.Another person that keeps me in check, no fooling around her.hehe.but it's always for the best of that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.She also loves me for who I am. Just like Benice she puts up with me and my antics. So thankful for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the time when von and I were juniors in isca at the old church building.After ISCA we would walk to maxims (and not join the others at Fatty Lohs lol) and eat there.Just the two of us.We've done so many things together,camps,hiking,studyin(I think we did.lol),and of course hanging out.And even though we've been through some hardship in our relationship, we've have managed to get past through it.I'm so thankful for this gal, I'm so blessed to have a loyal friend that sometimes I don't think I deserve. Though I'm not the experessive type, she always knows that I love her.So von continue to rock for Jesus and Happy Birthday!Love you lots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348913114335818914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SjsoI0JqNKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CWJPE31boE0/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A note she gave to me before I left.Cool eh von.hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-5559466892040623686?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/5559466892040623686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-von.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5559466892040623686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5559466892040623686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-von.html' title='Happy Birthday Von!'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SjsoI0JqNKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CWJPE31boE0/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-4802047353425372915</id><published>2009-06-05T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:32:52.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Coaching</title><content type='html'>So these are a few pictures from tennis club while I was coaching.I know it's a bit late but I can only upload pictures when my cousins are not busy on the computer.hehe.anyway I'm not in any of these photos but these are the kids I coached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344003489965248850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sim23EHTkVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/RzVmRh0fFF4/s400/DSC_5690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344005764667368370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sim47eCjY7I/AAAAAAAAAVA/O8rAQ830gyQ/s400/DSC_5718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; My coach (the guy on the right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344004618742466898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sim34xIxCVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XI2vnUu1VPE/s400/DSC_5710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Line up&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344018652455447474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SinEpoyrK7I/AAAAAAAAAWA/oMQac1UFYl4/s400/DSC_5753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344009535123542754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sim8W8FW0uI/AAAAAAAAAVY/jwHHaM6eff0/s400/DSC_5736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Game of catch&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344014525021495746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SinA5Y5vIcI/AAAAAAAAAVw/mC-Dk-G4Uno/s400/DSC_5779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344011417072760146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sim-Ee5A9VI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Fk6dVAcpSrU/s400/DSC_5754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rackets&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344011409219240514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sim-EBolwkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Hck5PJgUeHo/s400/DSC_5746.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344008390350390066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sim7UTeKwzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4U6hJK3scYY/s400/DSC_5725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sim1uFZArUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IfDTTuayczY/s1600-h/DSC_5713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344002236177493314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sim1uFZArUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IfDTTuayczY/s400/DSC_5713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344002228786106578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sim1tp2xENI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lLH-hUpnky4/s400/DSC_5688.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344006841643806610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sim56KFvr5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/wxdFrujioQc/s400/DSC_5720.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344016379546040674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SinClVi1-WI/AAAAAAAAAV4/sBmGm1GdPcc/s400/DSC_5809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-4802047353425372915?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/4802047353425372915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/tennis-coaching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4802047353425372915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4802047353425372915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/tennis-coaching.html' title='Tennis Coaching'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sim23EHTkVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/RzVmRh0fFF4/s72-c/DSC_5690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-2277612076254340064</id><published>2009-06-03T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:43:13.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Girl, Benice!</title><content type='html'>Yes!!Guess who's birthday it is?It's my best friend's birthday!It's none other than Benice Malini. I used to think Benice's surname was Samarserena, a combination of her dad's and mum's name.LOL.Well at first glance it looked like that.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, she's 19 this year, you are still a teen dear (nine-teen)lol.This girl is like one of the greatest thing that has happened in my life. God is soooo good.Sometimes I feel like, do I deserve such a friend.Hopefully I'm as a good a friend as she is to me. Things I love about her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. She's funny!I mean everyone knows that.Benice is funny, that's why people like to be around her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.She knows me and what I don't like.Even though she does try to force me to do stuff i don't like. Like wearing a dress..etc..lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.She's understanding.I think that's why people love her, cos she's not judgemental. She knows when to talk and when to listen. And that's why I love to talk to her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.She's strong in the Lord. She is one of the few people that keep me in the right track and encourages me. It's great to have Christian besties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.She loves me for who I am.She knows how I'm like, and I'm surprise she can put up with me (though she is surprise i can put up with her).lol.She accepts me for who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been friends for like ages,since we were babies but not besties. That happened while we were growing up and is still going on. I'm so blessed to have her as my best friend. Of course we had our ups and downs but we manage to pull thru. She's the person I share personal stuff with and talk to when I'm feeling down. I feel free to tell her these things because she knows me.She's also like the only person that still calls me cute, though I'm quite sure she is refering to my personality not my looks.LOL. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BE!I hope u had a great day and I hope this post made you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343048961216814578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SiZSuLbZHfI/AAAAAAAAAUY/9jU98qFCrd0/s400/DSC_1537-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My 2 besties : Von and Be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-2277612076254340064?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/2277612076254340064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-girl-benice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2277612076254340064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2277612076254340064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-girl-benice.html' title='The Birthday Girl, Benice!'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SiZSuLbZHfI/AAAAAAAAAUY/9jU98qFCrd0/s72-c/DSC_1537-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-6993731425749799440</id><published>2009-05-31T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:02:43.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wall So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SiJEaN6qOUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lw_VniIOi_0/s1600-h/DSC_6045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341907325217814850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SiJEaN6qOUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lw_VniIOi_0/s400/DSC_6045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's how my wall looks now.hehe.cool eh!I'll take another one next time when I put more up.ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-6993731425749799440?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/6993731425749799440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-wall-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6993731425749799440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6993731425749799440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-wall-so-far.html' title='My Wall So Far'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SiJEaN6qOUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lw_VniIOi_0/s72-c/DSC_6045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-1934022399713942909</id><published>2009-05-27T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:09:21.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Good Looking Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post is about the top 10 good looking guys, that I think.lol.It consist of cute,hot,handsome and sexy guys.Of course there are other guys that might be better looking then these guys but these are just the current guys for me.So starting at number 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340437703398297778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sh0Ly-AokLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ahSzad6ZRtc/s400/ioan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ioan Gruffund&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone recognize him?He's Mr. Fantastic from the Fantastic Four and also Lancelots in King Arthur. I think he is one hot guy, but definately too old for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No.9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340439395363474754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sh0NVdEkTUI/AAAAAAAAATA/rvI3zWrbCSM/s400/stevenstraight.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Steven Straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw this guy from sky high and I was like "Wow". *whistles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No.8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340440215203082498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sh0OFLNj8QI/AAAAAAAAATI/gU7dvlLCbO4/s400/David-Archuleta-j01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;David Archuleta (Archie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget the very cute and very adorable David Archuleta!He's like the epitamy of cute and he is producing great songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340442100679169458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sh0Py7KF1bI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eV66s2gsUNc/s400/chadmichealmurray.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Chad Micheal Murray&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think many of you would recognize this guy. Most famous role would be from One Tree Hill I guess.I don't watch the show, but I know heaps of people do.He's got the boyish and oh so handsome good looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No.6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340444054640713634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sh0RkqO036I/AAAAAAAAATY/sJuKh6VgElc/s400/david_cook.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;David Cook (Cookie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, I prefer him over Archie.I guess I prefer the more manly looks then the cute boy.haha. But yeah man, just look at him!Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No.5&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340445944924670882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sh0TSsFpC6I/AAAAAAAAATg/3b-vsbwjPX4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha. Yes, I think Zac Efron is soooo hot.I think some people might disagree but hey he is one hot guy!phew. There's another guy that kinda stands at the same level at him and you'll see why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340447783651825730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sh0U9t4W2EI/AAAAAAAAATo/WtjR-Q_XpJs/s400/jesse-mccartney.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jesse McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See the resemblance?lol.But I still prefer Zac over him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No. 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340448753264508482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sh0V2J-CPkI/AAAAAAAAATw/su-9D1F4e7E/s400/PP0953~Orlando-Bloom-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He has been the longest celebrity I have had a crush on. Since I saw him on LOTR, I fell in love with this dreamy guy. I think he is flawless and drop dead gorgeous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No.3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340450723209128050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sh0Xo0lbqHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/NYcF0UX9QPE/s400/adam-levine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Levine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Swoon* It's none other the lead singer of Maroon 5! This guy wins on sexy out of the whole bunch. He is hot and sexy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No.2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340451674961651442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sh0YgOI6pvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/n0LVlaVe7ik/s400/taylor-lautner-jacob-black-from-twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes!It's the werewolf from Twilight. He is tall(not sure), dark and handsome! Definately eye candy.Phew-wheet!What a hottie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now for Numbah 1!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340453985943368674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sh0amvN5M-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/yoANTCajywM/s400/DSCF0276.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skandar Keyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess where this guys from. He's from Narnia and is the one King Edmund! He encompases everything, hot,sexy,handsome and cute. Everything in one guy. He is soooooooooooo *phew*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So that's my top 10 guys for now, it'll probably change next time. I'm not really sure about the sequence for some of them, I'm on the fence sometimes. But those are the top 10 guys for me!Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-1934022399713942909?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/1934022399713942909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/top-10-good-looking-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/1934022399713942909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/1934022399713942909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/top-10-good-looking-guys.html' title='Top 10 Good Looking Guys'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sh0Ly-AokLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ahSzad6ZRtc/s72-c/ioan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-3174687575817021843</id><published>2009-05-26T04:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:47:49.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could know your whole future...</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking the other, what if you could know your whole future?And I mean for this very moment to your last breath. Yeah I don't mind seeing my future, like 20 years from now. Who I'll be with or whether I'll be with anyone.What my job will be or will I be a bum.lol.What I'll look like and whether I'll suddenly become girly. If I do get married, who'll be my husband, what will my kids be like?Will be staying in NZ or back in Malaysia or same where halfway across the earth?I would like the know so many things, then maybe just maybe I wouldn't need to worry so much. But the one thing I would definately not want to know, is the day I die. I think that will be so horrible.When my time comes, let it come but I wouldn't never want to live with the knowledge of when i'll leave this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I would not like to know my whole future.Just far enough to make me happy.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.Just a random post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-3174687575817021843?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/3174687575817021843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-could-know-your-whole-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3174687575817021843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3174687575817021843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-could-know-your-whole-future.html' title='If you could know your whole future...'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-5477146906320367152</id><published>2009-05-23T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T05:51:13.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 am</title><content type='html'>It's 12 am now, bored at of my mind. I've got an exam on monday, which I think I'm goin to fail. I've got no motivation to do anything.Nothing.I'm almost going to be emo,oh wait I am emo.lol.jks. I've been sitting in my room watchin ANTM (America's Next Top Model), yeah I know almost wasting my life away. The most exciting thing in my room is my photo montage, which I'm pretty proud of.Like a piece of art. Past few nights I go to slp late, but don't feel like sleeping. I'm always hungry, but I'm going to grow fat. I just wanna lose weight and still eat. I need a holiday!I know I just had one, but I mean out of this house holiday. I am so over staying here, I rather live with my parents definately.People say get a life, I say what is life?I'm just drained in every way.I was taking pictures of my room just now, with my lamp to give that soft yellow light. It's for my project about my identity in New Zealand. So I took my space, my room especially. The absence of people and the yellow light emphasises solitude. Hopefully I can pull it of. I'm hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you guys who are reading must be getting depressed.But hey everyone has their down moments.This is mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-5477146906320367152?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/5477146906320367152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5477146906320367152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5477146906320367152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-am.html' title='12 am'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-6375696479291677622</id><published>2009-05-18T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:16:45.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>So, I actually finished this book like a week ago but i forgot to blog about it. Well better late then never, yeah, then again, it's just a book.lol.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337104700829381730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/ShE0cr4AtGI/AAAAAAAAASw/CMVH3NxZv1I/s400/41RXZZRtuXL__entertainment-reviews_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, first of all, I think it's better than New Moon. Bella gets back with Edward, so she isn't whiny anymore and Jacob is a bit more matured. 2nd, Edward appears more ofcourse!lol.Twilight is all about Edward and nobody else but Edward. There's also more action in this book, with the vampires and werewolves joining up to fight the newborn vampires.One thing I didn't like, is that Bella was quite insistant on "doing it" with Edward. I'm thankful Edward asked her to marry him first, teaches about abstinence.Not like anyone does this anymore anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now girls are talking about team Jacob and team Edward. Who do you root for?Personally, in the book, 100% team Edward!but in really life team Jacob, or should I say team Taylor man!haha.Way better lookin then Robert, I'm sure most girls will agree with me though I have to say that Robert is good looking to some extent.I can almost say he is an "acquired taste".lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm waiting for Breaking Dawn, which will tie up all the loose ends. Bella getting to married to Edward, Bella becoming pregnant,Jacob falling in love with their daughter (info from Connie :P), and what nots. We'll stay tuned for more the last book, after I read it.ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-6375696479291677622?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/6375696479291677622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/eclipses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6375696479291677622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6375696479291677622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/eclipses.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/ShE0cr4AtGI/AAAAAAAAASw/CMVH3NxZv1I/s72-c/41RXZZRtuXL__entertainment-reviews_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-3158552372569262878</id><published>2009-05-10T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:35:08.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>So it was mumsie day yesterday, unfortunately I couldn't celebreate it with my mum for obvious reasons. That sucked. Anyway I sent my mum a text, which of course she deserved something more than just a 50 cent text message for NZ. Of course people say it's the thought that counts, so it wouldn't matter if I thought about it on Christmas?lol.I'm just crappin' :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only realised how much my mum means to mean the past few years. You know, when you're younger you always wished that you had different parents or was borned in a different family. Me, definately GUILTY!haha.But then as you grow older, you realise a whole different bunch of things. It's like you're enlighted.so to speak. I definately would not want any other mother, or parents for that matter, in the world. Man, after you live away from your family, you'll know how much they mean to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially mums, and since I'm a girl, I can connect with her better.My mum is one of the most thoughtful, creative,caring, wise and beautiful person I've ever known. She's like my best friend and I look forward to talking to her online. I cannot express how much my mum means to me in words. Words fail me here. I always tell myself that if or whenever I become a mum, I wanna be just like her.Sure my kids might not like me while they're growing up but at least I know they'll appreciate me in the end, like me now.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end it by saying, "I LOVE YOU MUM!!".no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-3158552372569262878?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/3158552372569262878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3158552372569262878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/3158552372569262878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-2484165148486312171</id><published>2009-05-08T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:40:24.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much To Do, So Little Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wish this was the case for fun and games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt that you've got so much to do that you don't know where to start from?This is the case for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all I've got my photography, I need to finish task 1, that is analysing and exploring my chosen photographers. Almost there, just one more to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I've got my on going English assignment which I haven't started. My teacher wants to check where we're at this friday, so I have to fabricate something now.lol.I need to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also got an on going biology assignment which I have to write up at the end of this term. NOt really worried about this one but I've got to hand write all my notes and I've barely started. I've also got biology homework to do but I forgot to copy down the pages I need to do.ARGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calculus is something else too. I need to show my teacher that I've been doing work in my workbook which I haven't.GAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah that's pretty much it and Cell Group stuff too which I haven't looked at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait!I'll show you guys what I've also been up too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333385127666628914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SgP9hCDruTI/AAAAAAAAASo/2JFI5OMYYyE/s400/Picture+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a photo montage on my wall, I know the picture isn't really clear cause I used my web cam.I'll take a clearer version later. I thought my wall was getting a bit boring so I decided to paste pictures that I like or relate to me on it.hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok back to work....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-2484165148486312171?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/2484165148486312171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2484165148486312171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2484165148486312171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So Much To Do, So Little Time'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SgP9hCDruTI/AAAAAAAAASo/2JFI5OMYYyE/s72-c/Picture+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-6959025190720493365</id><published>2009-05-04T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:07:15.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Feeling Now</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm just blogging whatever comes to my mind for these few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super duper tired from tennis yesterday, was on the courts from 11am to 5 pm..eyes hurt like crap..but i had one of the best games ever and one of the worst..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate chocolate,cadbury to be precise and was it delicious!mmmm.....i want more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine today except that my chemistry partner was a bit of a klutz today.kept spilling chemicals everywhere and poisonous ones too!gah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Othello in English class.and today my teacher decided to be Othello and my girl friend was Desdemona.Man was it akward and funny.lol.my teacher couldn't get what we were laughing at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a calculus test on thurs.oh crap,i just remembered I have to study for it.And a stats rest on friday.yay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes doing homework is the most exciting part of my life.man I sound emo..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Eclipse is better than New Moon.Blog about that one later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm facinated about how objects are reflected of the surface of the water.Just look at a puddle to see whats above you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing Restaurant City on facebook where you own a restaurant and hire your friends to run it.lol.it's fun but i don't really see the point.but who cares it's my chill down time man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also doin photography work at the same time.Annotating and analysing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna talk to my parents now.and I wanna see my new house.I wish they were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends in school that I hang out with does drugs(oh wait tons of people do it T.T),yes and she's so open about it..gah but she's also like one of the friendliest persons in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand's Next Top Model isn't that great.I can only really see one or two having a chance at it.The rest suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind who wins American Idol.They're all good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tennis friend just broke up with her boyfriend.And now she's telling me not to get into a relationship unless you wanna get married.I told her that's why I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had an idea for my next photography assigments and my end of the year one.O.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really looking forward to leading word tomorrow in Cell Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating ice cream too now.lol.I want to eat everything any not grow fat.dream hard girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have nothing to blog about actually.lol.I think I should get some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-6959025190720493365?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-373798856508313462</id><published>2009-05-01T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:14:59.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning Behind Photos</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when we look at a photo and admire how beautiful it is. I know I've been doing this for like ages but then since I started learning photography here it has changed my view on a single photograph, especially famous photographers and their projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this term, I stumbled upon the work of Joel Sternfeld, I am familiar with his work but one of his projects struck me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330807957358288274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SfrVl-gqnZI/AAAAAAAAASg/cKQtxc2Z6SQ/s400/CentralPark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at this picture, what strikes you?The nice warm morning light striking the tree trunk, the calm feel of the photo or the beautiful scenery of part of a park?Everything that I mention does make this photo a beautiful photo but if did not know the purpose of this photo, we would be missing half of the meaning. The image is from one of his books titled "On This Site" and the text that follows this photo is about a lady who was strangled to death beneath that very tree. Now that changes our perspective of the photo entirely doesn't it. We suddenly see something that was never there before. The power of this photo only relates to those people,like Sternfeld, who are haunted by the death of Jennifer Levin. The once beautiful photo now stands as a memorial for this lady. Sternfeld quotes " It was bewildering to find a scene so beautiful to see the same sunlight pour down indifferently on the earth." This is only one of many photos that he took to remember national public crimes that happened. It speaks volumes but only if we knew the reason it was taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am grateful that in photography classes here, we not only learn how to take pictures but also to understand and gain knowledge of past photographer and their works. We're so used to see a photo and go "Oh here's a nice photo" and then turn the next page. Of course not all photographs have hidden meanings but for the more famous artist and their there normally is. I've studied Walker Evans and his documentary on the Great Depression. Through the lens of his camera we see the reality of the poverty at that time. The people in his photos became icons of the Depression Era. Photographs are not merely an art but also a tool, and what a powerful tool it can be. My photography teacher took chairs and place them in different locations and you think what kinda photo is this? And then he explains that he was exploring the locations in which meetings were held or court sessions in the past. He tooks pictures of forest and field with the chairs in them and then explained the scene that once happened there. Photography is not just about takin beautiful photos (of course this is necessary) but also to get a certain message across. Of course i've seen surreal(fantansy-like) photos and even then the photographer has a reason to shoot it like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once again, I realize at how photography is such a powerful tool. It is to inform, entertain and document things of the past and present. Never under estimate the power of photography. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-373798856508313462?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/373798856508313462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/meaning-behind-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/373798856508313462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/373798856508313462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/meaning-behind-photos.html' title='Meaning Behind Photos'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SfrVl-gqnZI/AAAAAAAAASg/cKQtxc2Z6SQ/s72-c/CentralPark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-6759590729255385134</id><published>2009-05-01T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T03:55:16.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SfrVAipr9xI/AAAAAAAAASY/BSROigHQXrA/s1600-h/new-moon-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330807314224772882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SfrVAipr9xI/AAAAAAAAASY/BSROigHQXrA/s400/new-moon-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I finished New Moon sometime ago but I only came to blog about it now.Oh well.Ok, I don't exactly fancy it because it's a bit draggy for me.Like Bella's over dramatic pain she feel after Edward left her and how Jacob came to fill that void but never matched up to Edward.I mean it's all about her suffering and the only exciting part for me was when they went to save Edward from the Volturri.Of course after that he comes back to her and then Jacob get jealous and bla bla bla....Jacob starts to annoy me now, I guess it's because of his childish attitude towards Bella and Edward but I guess he can't help it. Anyway I guess there is a bit of realism in the book, meaning that Bella can't please the both of them at the same time and thus the tension. You can't please everyone anyway. That's something that annoys me but it's true. Because of this realism, there really isn't a happy ending and therefore would frustrate some people.I'm beginning to think that we always look for the 'happily ever after" too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall,I prefer Twilight way better and I'll see what Eclipse will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-6759590729255385134?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/6759590729255385134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6759590729255385134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6759590729255385134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SfrVAipr9xI/AAAAAAAAASY/BSROigHQXrA/s72-c/new-moon-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-4577041014792908236</id><published>2009-04-28T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:19:44.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercings and Tattoos</title><content type='html'>Haha, I know what you guys must be thinking but no, I do NOT have any of them.Yes not even on my ears, I think it surprises some people that I don't even have the normal ear piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if I were to have a piercing, it would not be on the normal place on the ear but rather on the top.Like this one:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329699412879226722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SfblYMhGN2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/2QUQushHFNU/s400/Chris-topher-ear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol..My dad would probably kill me if I didn't die from the pain first.haha.Yeah I think it's one of the most painful parts to pierce, but if I did pierce it would be there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And same with the tattoos, if they didn't hurt I might have one already.So I'm kinda thankful they do hurt.lol.But if I were to get a tattoo, it would be the inside of my arm.hehe.Again my dad would kill me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway that's all I wanted to blog for today.Just thought I would blog about it.Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-4577041014792908236?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/4577041014792908236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/04/piercings-and-tattoos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4577041014792908236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4577041014792908236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/04/piercings-and-tattoos.html' title='Piercings and Tattoos'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SfblYMhGN2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/2QUQushHFNU/s72-c/Chris-topher-ear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-5948217571449316024</id><published>2009-04-27T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T03:12:42.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Holidays, Hello School...</title><content type='html'>Yes today was my first day back at good ol' school,or should I omit the good.Yeah I don't really mind school here,I just mind the assignments and research, but hey what's school without those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so what did I do during the hols.....Basicly summerised in 3 words: Computer,Tennis,Life Group.Just what I planned..lol.Anyway I did manage to make a few bucks from coaching the Tennis Holiday Porgrams,but I wish I could have earned more &gt;.&gt; I had a BBQ and a potluck for my cell group, which was great, we also had games night on both occasions. My computer life....well if you're online you would know...Oh and twlight too....oh n i remembered,a tiny incy weeny bit of studying.I did do all that I needed to do, but nothing more than that.Ain't I a good student, I know..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I already have homework from the first day of school, how cool is that!And you know what, when I had my English class today, we were suppose to pass up our holiday essay and when I went to pass up mine my teacher said "I knew you did yours!".Yes, I did feel like a nerd.I wonder what he would be thinking if I didn't pass it up.Probably go hysterical,"OH NO CHLOE DIDN'T DO HER HW!" Almost half the class didn't do it,uh huh...my teacher knows too well...I should become a rebel and see what happens.lol.I got to meet up with m friends again and eat from the tuck shop..which i know is not news worthy but I just though I tell.My photography made tea for us today(he's English) and like only 3 people drank and he was like "And I made the effoet to make some for u lot." haha..he's cool...oh just for your infomation, I don't drink tea or coffee.Give me coke any day, I'll settle for it.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus was fine, got my brain working again...Stats was just as boring as ever...Biology was ok i guess, I was hoping to get my topic test results back...Chemistry was relaxing, cause my teacher is lax anyway..just the way I like it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's it for now, no more com games back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-5948217571449316024?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/5948217571449316024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/04/bye-bye-holidays-hello-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5948217571449316024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5948217571449316024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/04/bye-bye-holidays-hello-school.html' title='Bye Bye Holidays, Hello School...'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-4710489250730363052</id><published>2009-04-24T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:49:24.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Club Champs</title><content type='html'>I've got a tennis competition but I can hear the howling wind outside.Doesn't sound like good weather for tomorrow.I really hope it'll be good weather, I really wanna play and meet up with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLS DON'T RAIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-4710489250730363052?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/4710489250730363052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/04/club-champs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4710489250730363052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4710489250730363052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/04/club-champs.html' title='Club Champs'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-6934211782605660134</id><published>2009-04-21T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:18:11.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Se6oU440z0I/AAAAAAAAASI/O9JXMiG18XU/s1600-h/twilight_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327380486047452994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Se6oU440z0I/AAAAAAAAASI/O9JXMiG18XU/s400/twilight_book_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Girls start to scream*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I read the international best seller Twilight.I know some girls who are crazy about the Twilight series so i decided to read it,also because I haven't read a book since who knows when.lol.Oh and like I mentioned in my previous post,this is probably the first romance novel I'm reading.To me romance novels are pretty much cliche,the relationship between the boy and the girl.Where else can it go,twilight on the other hand is a vampire love story,now that might be a bit more interestin.Also there's action in it too.hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway when i read the book I realized why girls fell head over heels for this book,Edward Cullen *girls start to go crazy,foam in the mouth then faint*.Yes I have to admit, he must be drop dead gorgeous.The way he is described he must have the face of an angle and a body of a super model.*whistles*.Not only that, he's a gentleman, a really handsome gentleman.Yes i also am falling for him but not as much as some people i know.ehem.I mean he is the DREAM GUY,who in the right mind would not like this out of this world person.What is I really like about Edward is his protectiveness and romaticness.lol.I'm no romantic person,but a romantic person like him,gah!super sweet!Oh one thing I don't like about Edward is that,he is cold,physically cold.I don't think I would want my boyfriend the hav the texture of a marble statue.Imagine hugging a cold and hard figure.bleh.All I can say Bella is one really lucky girl.But then that's why i don't really fancy romance novel,it's like a fairytale ending isn't it.More fiction than fiction.Every girls dream,but not real.Reading these kinda books make you realize that happy endings are somtimes not attainable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok now i shall comment on the movie.I didn't watch the whole movie,just the beginning and some of the interestin parts.Major let down for me I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all,the thing i hate the most about the movie, Bella Swan.GAH!Please help me, and change the girl.For goodness sake,I think children can act better than her.No emotions,no nothing.Second,Robert Pattinson,um not exactly the Edward Cullen I had imagine.Ok i can kinda see why he was casted.He looks like vampire,has an angular face,naturally pale,flawless skin and great body.I think he has a nice body but the face isn't exactly attractive.He isn't as romantic in the movie as in the book,which was a bit dissapointing.The relationship between Bella and Edward in the movie isn't really convicing I think.Doesn't do the book justice.The person I like the most in the movie is Alice!I think she looks really pretty and sweet at the same time.Kinda how i imagine her.My favourite character in the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,I have started reading the 2nd book,New Moon, which is depressing already in the beginning.Edward leaves her...how nice...so much for "they will live happily ever after".lol.but i know the ending so.hehe.When you read these kinda books, you wish so hard (especially a girl) to have your relationship just like that. I suppose it would be like that when u meet Mr. Right, until then I guess we just have to keep hoping for a guy like Edward Cullen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-6934211782605660134?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/6934211782605660134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/04/twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6934211782605660134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6934211782605660134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/04/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Se6oU440z0I/AAAAAAAAASI/O9JXMiG18XU/s72-c/twilight_book_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-713050603697236081</id><published>2009-04-16T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:46:56.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>As I was walking down to my tennis club I was thinking about, my parents at home moving house. I realized that the house at Pinhorn Road now belongs to someone else,it's empty waiting for it's next owner to occupy it.I'm really going to miss that house, it's probably the house I remember the most, cause the other houses I was to young to remember much.I'm going to miss my neighbour huey yuen,probably the best neighbour ever..hehe.All the memories I had in that house,the rabbits i used to have and also Cody my dog.I hate change, I really do,but change has to happen.change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is something that happens spontaneously, it happens when you expect it and sometimes when you wish it never happened.I realized coming here to NZ was a huge change,but i was looking forward to that change and I kinda wanna it to stay like this.I really do like my life in NZ now but I defiantely wish my parents were here.I don't really any changes now.Even the seasons, I wish it was summer or spring all year round,but everyone knows that winter will come and so will autumn. The trees will tell even if u didn't wanna admit it. It's something you can't control.change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought about growing older, i'll be 20 next year.yes i know quick eh.It freaks me out but again it's something you can't do anything about it. i wish I could stay 18 forever or never grow old.you think and wonder what you would be like in 20 years time and then you realize I might be married and have kids.yikes again.then you don't wanna think about it.i hate change.another change that has happen to me is that i'm reading twilight now.haha,yes i am.and guess what it is probably the first romance novel i'm reading ever.i've always been reading comedy,adventure and mystery.i guess i thought that romance stories only went one way, boy like girl,girl like boy.Also when I read these kinda things i realized that this doesn't happen in the real world,maybe that's why i don't fancy romance novels.it's more fiction than fiction.change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you grow up the guy that you had a crush on also probably changed.I mean unless you and with him now,you probably change crush.you wouldn't wanna crush on a guy until he's married and still have a crush on him.we probably start of going crazy about guys with cute faces,love at first sight, and then there's a phase where girls would fight over celebrities even though we know we'll never get them.but as you grow older you realized that there are guys around you that might be the one,maybe the one across your house or the one you sit next to in uni.it becomes more down to earth rather than puppy love.we all go through that phase but things change and this one for the better too.lol.change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my sister came, i wasn't very excited I can tell you that.i was shocked,what were my parents thinking, i thought it was just goin to be daryl and i forever.I can tell you the first year or more wasn't the greatest year.Erinn needed attention and that meant drop what your doing and go play with her.i told my mum maybe you had Erinn at the wrong time, I need to study to make sure I got into colllege and Erinn wasn't making it easy.But you ask me know, i guess i don't regret it :P.change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the major changes I see, are my friends.Do your friends change as you grow older and even more your best friends.You think about BFF(best friends forever),at that point you think that you got it,we're going to be tight for life. But moving to NZ made me realize that maybe just ,maybe things aren't going to be tight forever. I don't want my friendship to change, something you take ages to build and to give it up like that, i guess it's not worth it.But it's hard to keep in touch and sometimes I don't feel like putting in the effort.I don't want change but i also don't know what to do.When your young, you think the world revolves around you and then as you grow older you realizes life isn't going to be a bed of roses.people will do whatever they need to do to get to the top.You look around and you see how much the world change,little kids wearing designer clothes or talking about the lattest fashion,something that i don't change.lol.my clothes probably will stay the same forever.Kids using technology like they were born learning how to use in the their mom's womb.Technology gets smarter while we the people probably will get dumber (like in the show wall-e).change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like change, I wish time would stop but it wouldn't.change is necessary but doesn't mean I have to like it.you can keep wishing but nothing is going to happen.The road is long and arduous but there's a light at the end,it's whether or not we want to see it.Change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-713050603697236081?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/713050603697236081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/713050603697236081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/713050603697236081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-4211732335326361518</id><published>2009-04-08T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:10:49.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS!!!...but cold...</title><content type='html'>Yes you said it,it's the long awaited holidays!sry i haven't been blogging but now i'm a bit more free yeah!but yes it's freakin cold,it was so cold today i thought it was snowing while i was showerin.lol.so cold that i can't feel my racket when i play tennis at night.hate that the most.what do u need when you play tennis?your hands!but they're frozen!..so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to my hols...first things first.tmr,don't wake me up till 12pm not sure about sleepin late tonight but definately not waking up early!no way!that's the first thing i will do.then i'll think about what i'll do next lol..well i definately will be tryin to play loads of tennis but in the MORNING!hehehe..i also hope to help out in the tennis holiday program like i did last year,but it kinda looks bleak this year.not alot of students so maybe my teacher won't need my help after all..sigh..looks like no money this holiday..hahah..eh i'm not doing it for the money ahh...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably be online alot too,not like i'm not on a school day..lol..but of course i've got work lah.not all fun and games.i have science,english,and photography research.an english essay, a little bit of calculus homework...bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that's all for now..i'll cya ya around.WOOHOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-4211732335326361518?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/4211732335326361518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/04/holidaysbut-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4211732335326361518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4211732335326361518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/04/holidaysbut-cold.html' title='HOLIDAYS!!!...but 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The first 3 pics are a little tiny not sure if you can see the writing,so then i decided to take pictures of the screen.silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sc7LelrnozI/AAAAAAAAANY/V1w9iIWoreo/s1600-h/DSC_5826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318411936342713138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sc7LelrnozI/AAAAAAAAANY/V1w9iIWoreo/s400/DSC_5826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sc7LeUUVElI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VFqF4RJGvbM/s1600-h/DSC_5825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318411931681624658" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sc8eV6kAKbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/hIksL6zqLMU/s400/DSC_5852.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318506450674657890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sc8hcDAWKmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/g7FHLphRA_o/s400/DSC_5853.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318506454583006786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sc8hcRkK1kI/AAAAAAAAAQo/2snrk9kk6R0/s400/DSC_5854.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318515098576245986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sc8pTa8wVOI/AAAAAAAAARA/E8GCCWaEbEc/s400/DSC_5855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318509650592866226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sc8kWToTH7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ukPsqmTR81I/s400/DSC_5856.JPG" border="0" /&gt; To God Be The Glory!Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-8762234227180704252?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/8762234227180704252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/cardboard-testimonies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/8762234227180704252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/8762234227180704252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/cardboard-testimonies.html' title='Cardboard Testimonies'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sc7LelrnozI/AAAAAAAAANY/V1w9iIWoreo/s72-c/DSC_5826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-8854902994063678829</id><published>2009-03-23T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:35:37.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Lines &amp; Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found some lines and quotes from the book Fight Club, which is also a movie now which was released some time ago. The author of this book is Chuck Palahniuk,so all the quotes are from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING!THE NEXT FEW LINES WILL BE DEPRESSING, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A moment was the most you could ever expect from prefection."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's not enough to be numbered with the grains of sand on the beach and the stars in the sky"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Tyler Durden said after holding a guy at gun point but lets him scot free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Raymond K.K. Hessel, your dinner is going to taste better than any meal you've ever eaten, and tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of your entire life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Only in death do we have a name since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"....a house full of condiments but no real food."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;don't."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I just don't want to die without a few scars."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.... Maybe self-destruction is the answer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The gyms you go to are crowded with guys trying to look like men, as if being a man means looking the way a sculptor or an art director says. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nothing was solved when the fight was over, but nothing mattered."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's only after you've lost everything," Tyler says, "that you're free to do anything." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...you're not how much money you've got in the bank. You're not your job. You're not your family, and you're not who you tell yourself.... You're not your name.... You're not your problems.... You're not your age.... You are not your hopes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, and show them courage by frightening them."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How everything your ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One day you're thinking and hauling yourself around, and the next, you're cold fertilizer, worm buffet."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm breaking my attachment to physical power and possessions, because only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sticking feathers up your butt [...] does not make you a chicken."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Disaster is a natural part of my evolution, toward tragedy and dissolution." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The liberator who destroys my property, is fighting to save my spirit. The teacher who clears all possessions from my path will set me free."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next few lines are from the movie.Screenplay by Jim Uhls, directed by David Fincher, novel by Chuck Palahniuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep, and you're never really awake."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The things you own end up owning you. It's only after you lose everything that you're free to do anything."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve. Let the chips fall where they may."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We're the middle children of history.... no purpose or place."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy … of a copy … of a copy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, is that she didn't."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"First you have to give up, first you have to know – not fear – know that someday you're gonna die."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes, like the first monkey shot into space. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The rules of Fight Club:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st Rule: You do not talk about FIGHT CLUB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd Rule: You DO NOT talk about FIGHT CLUB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3rd Rule: If someone says "stop" or goes limp, taps out the fight is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4th Rule: Only two guys to a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5th Rule: One fight at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6th Rule: No shirts, no shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7th Rule: Fights will go on as long as they have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8th Rule: If this is your first night at FIGHT CLUB, you HAVE to fight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;If you wanna know how I got to read this book.Just know it's an English thing.Have a nice day! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-8854902994063678829?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/8854902994063678829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/emo-lines-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/8854902994063678829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/8854902994063678829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/emo-lines-quotes.html' title='Emo Lines &amp; Quotes'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-8717123312511032832</id><published>2009-03-17T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:59:58.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sb-IrL9hG1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/h4cr1FvK7X4/s1600-h/DSC_5417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314116360847039314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sb-IrL9hG1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/h4cr1FvK7X4/s400/DSC_5417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/ScCNhBsxR5I/AAAAAAAAANI/72EBc5sGNqk/s400/DSC_5495-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-8717123312511032832?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/8717123312511032832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/8717123312511032832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/8717123312511032832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-pics.html' title='Random Pics'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sb-IrL9hG1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/h4cr1FvK7X4/s72-c/DSC_5417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-505086898276178686</id><published>2009-03-15T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:21:10.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In NZ</title><content type='html'>Ahhh..the nice warm bed and the fresh cool air. I've settled down in NZ now, I must say I'm loving it. No doubt I miss my friends back home, everytime i go to church I realize that this isn't the church that I have always been too. I don't really have close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, get dressed and step out to the cool air for school. Of course at this stage, I just want to crawl back under the warm covers. I roll down the car windows and feel the strong cold wind in my hair and face.Ahhh..this is NZ. I get down from the car to the throngs of students in their striped uniform slowing making their way to class. I head for mine. During lunch you sit outside under the warm sun but yet feeling the nippy cool air. You hang out with friends at your favourite spot, whether be it the math block, the english block, the tech block and especially the field. School life is bursting with life. The teachers are cool and funny, willing to help anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish school and wait to go home. On most occasions I go out and play tennis with my friends or hav training. I have to play tennis once a week, or i'll grow really fat. Chilling out with my tennis mate in the clear NZ weather :) I like my coach too, he's fun, cool and great. I help him coach on saturdays for now and i get paid.sweet. I coach from little kids to some kids my age.hehe.At night I come how and do my home work, with my windows open to let the cool brezee in. Once in a while i play Fred the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been to NZ, you would know that the shops close by 5-6pm.yes, they close at that time.So there isn't much to do after that. I think Kiwis would normally go to the club or something..lol..(i think some of u know how it went wif my first drink). Kiwis are known to walk barefooted, cos it's clean here!lol. I think New Zealander live a pretty simple life, no worries. I like this kinda life but i think sometimes it's better to worry about something than be bored.lol. I enjoy play thursday night social tennis and even though it's with people older than me, I still have loads of fun. I probably see my tennis mate more than i see my church friends. Oh yes i hav my life group (cell group), a pretty fun bunch but haven't really gotten close to them yet. We meet every tuesday and hav loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be boring in NZ, but only if you want it to be. I have to say I really like it here, but i definately miss the Malaysian food. I don't have school tmr,yay!it's teacher's only day, which means on the teachers go to school.so i am going to enjoy waking up late tmr.but come to think of it, it's the calm before the storm. I have a photography presentation on wed, chem test on thurs, and bio test on thurs n fri. so looks like i still have to study tmr..lol.but hey life isn't a bed of roses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-505086898276178686?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/505086898276178686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-in-nz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/505086898276178686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/505086898276178686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-in-nz.html' title='Life In NZ'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-2689590069670129342</id><published>2009-03-10T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:17:08.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol: Top 13</title><content type='html'>Yes it's back!American Idol Mania,Season 8!woohoo!For the first time it is the top 13instead of 12.The reason, because the judges couldn't make up their mind as to who to put through.There's a wide range of talent and voice this year and here are the contestants: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adam Lambert.(one of my favs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311819992017869522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SbdgI7cLGtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/z_aGggI7YXA/s400/40118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Alexis Grace.(Another one of my favs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311819994656820050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SbdgJFRWS1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TSaW7PloAXI/s400/40120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allison Iraheta.(love her)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311819993648658594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SbdgJBg--KI/AAAAAAAAAJg/gz-AoJ0XsVU/s400/40121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anoop Desai.(also known as Anoop Dog,cool as guy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311820001709407058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SbdgJfi0O1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/jzrNl6uBenw/s400/40123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danny Gokey.(I think the favourite to win)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311820002612148930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SbdgJi6C-sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dJFmGJPiY34/s400/40127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jamine Murray.(might be the weakest girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311821569193020514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sbdhku4CDGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/mzD5C62whFo/s400/40130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jorge Nunez.(the guy from Puerto Rico)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311821572220858322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sbdhk6J7L9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/fseRBrXKoGA/s400/40133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kris Allen.(I think he has an average voice only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311821572036068562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sbdhk5d3hNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mOHcqhrpMWc/s400/40137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lil Rounds.(like any afro american singer,i think)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311821577122510578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SbdhlMakdvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9ZsDts6xoAk/s400/40139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matt Giraud.(interestin voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311821577361494706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SbdhlNTjErI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CDmzbeo8n6U/s400/40141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Megan Joy.(Joel's fav.lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311823079132868226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sbdi8n1vroI/AAAAAAAAAKg/4B0u0Sx41D4/s400/40142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Micheal Sarver.(might be the first one to go out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311823084622420354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sbdi88SjmYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eMaPz7BC54o/s400/40143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Scott Maclntyre.(the visually impaired guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311823082231956370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sbdi8zYoA5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/Vj5W1s8uWIE/s400/40148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's the top 13 for Season 8!Will be quite an interestin year i hope eh.ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-2689590069670129342?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/2689590069670129342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-idol-top-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2689590069670129342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2689590069670129342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-idol-top-13.html' title='American Idol: Top 13'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SbdgI7cLGtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/z_aGggI7YXA/s72-c/40118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-2785258116965852043</id><published>2009-03-06T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:40:29.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road</title><content type='html'>Today I had my first driving lesson!!WOOHOO!!And over here they don't hav a secluded area for you to learn.You learn on the road.I had a great experience,nicked the curb about 3 times..haha.but it's all the process of learning.My instructor first told me everything I needed to know and then we headed of onto the open road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I drove around my area, and then back home.Which was pretty cool.At the end my instructor said I drove pretty well for a person who has never driven before.well lets see how it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-2785258116965852043?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/2785258116965852043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2785258116965852043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2785258116965852043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-road.html' title='On the Road'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-2107868189062862177</id><published>2009-03-04T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:15:28.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Fred</title><content type='html'>So who is this Fred??Don't worry it's not a guy..lol..OMG!It's not a guy,then what is it.It's my one and only guitar.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sa96rFD128I/AAAAAAAAAJI/fr5ef0h4-fM/s1600-h/DSC_5071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sa96rFD128I/AAAAAAAAAJI/fr5ef0h4-fM/s400/DSC_5071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309597366204357570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that's good ol' Fred.Had him since last year Dec,yeah it's not that long but I started playing the guitar since March of last year.So this month will be officially one year I've been playing guitar,though not Fred ofcourse.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I played the guitar, I played the piano. I played it since kindergarten till 16, yes that long.But I never really fancied it.In fact I made a few teacher cry before.lol.Quite scary actually.Well I stopped when I went to NZ and then while I was here my cousin had 3 guitars,which he hardly ever played.And since I had so much time last year i decided to pick up the guitar.I asked my cuz to teach me,but he learned classical so it was mainly pluckin.I became more interested in strumming because of the Christian Music influence.So after that I decided to turn to Mr.You tueb.lol.So yes I learned online.You can learn almost anything online now,so take advantage of it.At the beginning,changing chords was a pain stakingly slow.Really annoying when you really want to do something but you can't.My fingers burned but thankfully it wasn't that bad.I know some girl see my fingers and said guitar is not going to be their thing.hehe.but hey no pain no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now playing the guitar for a year,no regrets.I can change to certain with ease,loving it.Played in ISCA and cg once which was good i guess.I really do wanna get better but this year I can't play as much cause of my studies but I'm going to keep on goin.Oh and how Fred got his name,was because of Benice.Not sure why Fred but I think it was sorta of a random thing that just came uo eh Be.lol.So now my guitar is known as Fred.Go Loud PPL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-2107868189062862177?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/2107868189062862177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/tribute-to-fred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2107868189062862177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2107868189062862177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/tribute-to-fred.html' title='Tribute to Fred'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/Sa96rFD128I/AAAAAAAAAJI/fr5ef0h4-fM/s72-c/DSC_5071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-16156183877894963</id><published>2009-03-02T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:45:56.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stats Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Last night I dreamt that I accidently killed my brother.ok ok.Don't freak out.I dreamt that I was hunting down a criminal,and when I was shooting him down my brother walked across the line of fire.Three shots right across his chest.Drop dead.I ran down and I couldn't believe what just happened.I ran from the scene going to a machine which could manipulate time.I've dreamt many dreams with this machine and every time i pressed it I went back in time.This time I pressed it.Nothing happened.I pressed again.Nothing.I didn't what was wrong.I could always go back but not this time.Well after that I'm not sure what happened after that but my bro didn't die and I saw him with my parents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you guys must be thinkin, "Chloe has gone psycho yeah." Well dreams are wacked yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I woke up the next morning and went to school. When i reach to my first class my calculus teacher asked me why I didn't turn up for my stats exam.I asked her, "Isn't it today?" Well apparently not.Oh shit.Now I'm screwed.Anyway what's done is done.I could change time and wished that I went yesterday.I was gloomy and moody the whole day that my photography teacher was worried about me.I just told him I missed my stats exam.I was so angry with myself.My friends told it's only three credits,not attempting is better than fail.But I knew I could have gotten at least merit.could be,would been,should have, all past tense.well yeah I sound emo but then hey what's done is done.learn from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-16156183877894963?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/16156183877894963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-stats-exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/16156183877894963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/16156183877894963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-stats-exam.html' title='My Stats Exam'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-6441418056803632383</id><published>2009-02-26T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:16:28.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wassup?</title><content type='html'>So what's been going on Chloe's life?lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what else..school lo..hehe..but i'm no longer sitting by myself anymore!yipee!lol i sound pathetic don't I.Year 13 is killing me,compared to last year i would say last year was a breeze.I'm already stressed with the workload even though it's only the first few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got Photography research.&lt;br /&gt;I've got English research.&lt;br /&gt;I've got Biology workbook and a progress test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I've got Calculus assignment to do.&lt;br /&gt;I've got Stats workbook and an assessment next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only subjsct i don't have homework for now is chemistry but even then it's hard as. I don't take study so I have to do hw at home and I play tennis every other day(yes i know,slow down on tennis...NO!). I also have to lead cg next week, which i'm quite nervous, haven't actually got time to see the word.breath chloe breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In english we're reading this novel titled "Fight Club".There's like heaps of sexual references in there, and quite graphic too.gosh.talk about studying text. I'm thinking of taking scholarship photography and maybe chem but lookin at my situation I think i'll reconsider.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm into "The Script"!They totally rock man!I love their songs.AND OH!AMERICAN IDOL!LOL.yes it's back and yes i'm followin it.It's like the only show I follow and I do it online.hmm i shud blog about it one of these days.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else having I been doing?Well with school,tennis,cell group and think that's enough for now.lol.I can't wait for the weekend!sleep!ok back to hw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-6441418056803632383?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/6441418056803632383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/wassup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6441418056803632383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6441418056803632383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/wassup.html' title='Wassup?'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-2538063624907647583</id><published>2009-02-22T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:30:02.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Writing</title><content type='html'>Well I just had to produce a piece of creative writing recently. The theme was called "Chapter 1", that means we had to write a chapter one of a book. You could choose your story to be of any genre, sci-fi,western,crime,romance,fantasy,etc...Well I think mine is the most random of the lot.lol. I just wrote while I thought and this is what came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Keys were always known to be impulsive, crazy, adventurous and sometimes even weird. The family consisted of a middle-aged dad who used to be a hippie, a mum who was in a rock band, two boys, a little girl, their grandmother who was always on the rocking chair sleeping and their long floppy eared dog who had a thing for ties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You should have seen their house, it looked like a wreck. Some say lightning struck it more than once. No doubt they were poor but neither did they care, their famous line, “What’s not broken can’t be fixed.” Sometimes it would seem that Mrs. Keys was reliving her teenage days with the amount of noise coming out of the house and sometimes it would seem that Mr. Keys was giving his kids meditation classes from his hippie days. You could never tell what would happen next in that household. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mr. Keys worked as a real estate agent and didn’t earn as much as the average Joe. He was six feet tall, had long blonde hair, a little chubbier than what he used to be and a piercing on his left ear. Sometimes he sounded like a beauty pageant, the way he talked about world peace and how he wanted to help the world. Mrs. Keys was almost the opposite, she had short black hair, both ears pierced including the nose, maintained her slim figure and loved metal. She has mellowed down a little since she met Mr. Keys and became a mother, but she was still a rocker at heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Their oldest son Falcon, named after Mrs. Keys’ band, was a bit like both of his parents. He was wild, but not too wild to put it simply. He was 13 years old, well built from the tennis he played, pierced ears and a long blonde fringe that almost covered his left eye. He loved to read, write, play his electric guitar and his hobby was collecting guitar picks. Daryl was the second oldest, named after Mr. Keys favourite baseball player and probably the wildest of the lot. He was 10 years old, had spiky black hair, a piercing on his right ear and the rebel of the house. He played the drums and had a great interest in tattoos. If you were to ask him what he wanted to be when he grows up, he would answer, “I want to be like the guy at the tattoo parlour!” He got his first tattoo on his 9th birthday and it wrote “KEYS”. Sometimes he was a bit of a zoosadist, he would take bugs and pull of their antennas and wings just for the fun of it. His dad would have gone ballistic if he ever found out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last but not least was little Viv, short for Vivian. She was like her dad, usually quiet, a nature lover and loved bright coloured dresses. Her family nicknamed her “Miss Sunshine” as there was hardly a frown on her face. At just 7 years old, she was as matured as a 15 year old girl. Sometimes she would tell people how to live their life and not know what she was saying. Daryl just thinks she reads too much. All three of them were homeschooled, as Mr. and Mrs. Keys believed that it was their responsibility for their children’s education. Since they were poor, they could not afford to send grandma to an Old Folks Home, so she had to stay with them. Mr. Dibs, their dog, came to be in their household when he was hit by a car and they cared for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A normal day at the Keys’ house started of with Mr. Dibs barking his head off, waking the entire household like a rooster in the morning. Well it wasn’t early in the morning, more like early afternoon. Mr. Keys would be rushing down the stair, sometimes even roll down, trying to get his tie from playful Mr. Dibs. He was always late for work; it’s a wonder why he isn’t fired. Mrs. Keys would be frantically making breakfast and screaming for the kids to wake up. Falcon as usual would be taking his time to wake up, dragging his feet with his eyelids half closed and then dunking his head into the basin. Ignoring his mum’s screaming and Mr. Dibs barking, Daryl would continue sleeping, dreaming of drums and tattoos. Little Viv would be already awake since Mr. Dibs’ alarm call. She would go to the bathroom, freshen up and change into one of her bright coloured frocks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;After they were done with breakfast, Mrs. Keys would assign them school work to do, even though half the time it never gets done. During any break time, the kids would be running around the house or doing something really crazy. Sometimes they were quietly plotting an evil scheme or sometimes they would dress up like red Indians and make heaps of noise in the garden. When do they make the most noise you wonder? Band practice. Mrs. Keys would gather her kids, turn on the amps and they would have a jamming session. You could imagine the scene, Falcon on his electric, Daryl on the drums, Mrs. Keys on either the keyboard or another electric and little Viv on the vocals. You could see the house vibrate and music resonating out from the house. It was probably the highlight of the day, with the neighbours not approving of it too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;By the time Mr. Keys came home, the house would be twice the mess as when he left. Mrs. Keys would be cooking dinner while the kids would do whatever they wanted. They would sometimes go to the playground and take Mr. Dibs for a walk or play in the fields with their friends. Yes, they did have friends. When it came dinner time, Mr. Keys would gather them, say a short prayer and they would eat as one big happy family. Jokes, laughter, exchange of news and definitely noise were brought to the dinner table. At nightfall, the kids would be in their room doing work or gathered around the family TV watching their favourite sitcom. By 10 o’clock Mrs. Keys would ask the kids to go to bed, but of course with a bit of fuss from them. When they were in bed finally, Mr. and Mrs. Keys would snuggle together and enjoy each others company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It looked like everything was going fine. Though the family had quirks, they loved each other and had a strong family bond. But everything was about to change and it started with Mr. Keys becoming very ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-2538063624907647583?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/2538063624907647583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/creative-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2538063624907647583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2538063624907647583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/creative-writing.html' title='Creative Writing'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-6965335152570993779</id><published>2009-02-21T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T03:06:12.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadow of the Day</title><content type='html'>Well I posted this on my Facebook but I decided to try again on my blog just for the fun of it.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Better Than Life-Hillsong (lol yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Inconsolable-Backstreet Boys (Heartbroken again!gosh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Lips of An Angel-Hinder (WHOAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Five Minutes to Midnight-Boys Like Girls (OMG it seriously is 5 min to midnight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Damaged-Danity Kane (um not very sure about this..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo-Jordin Sparks (ooooooooo..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday-Click 5 (thank u! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Easy-Paula Deanda (yeah i was an easy child)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Face Down-Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Never Too Late-Three Days Grace (random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Superman-Five for Fighting (hahah so they r,superwomen to b precise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Elevator-Timbaland (yes it has been an elevator ride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;It Ends Tonight-All American Rejects (lol looks like it ends here,so there's no growing up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm Gone-Simple Plan (what is he thinking when i'm gone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL/DID YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;The Motivation Proclamation-Good Charlotte (hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Glorified-Parachute Band (sounds self indulgent lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Be Somebody-Nickleback (i love to impersonate ppl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Signal Fire-Snow Patrol (no idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Someday-Nickleback (yes someday i'll tell u :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;It's Not Over-Jesse McCartney (i don't want it to be over!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Smack That-Akon (LOLOLOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Shadow of the Day-Linkin Park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-6965335152570993779?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/6965335152570993779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/shadow-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6965335152570993779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6965335152570993779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/shadow-of-day.html' title='Shadow of the Day'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-2249773959499286903</id><published>2009-02-19T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:49:19.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking In Memphis-Marc Cohn</title><content type='html'>I love this song!A classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Put on my blue suede shoes and I boarded the plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Touched down in the land of the Delta Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the middle of the pouring rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;W &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch9" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Handy, won't you look down over me?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yeah, I got a first class ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But I'm as blue as a boy can be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then I'm walking in Memphis,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was walking with my feet ten feet off Beale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Walking in Memphis,   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But do I really feel the way I feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saw the ghost of Elvis on Union avenue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Followed him up to the gates of Graceland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then I watched him walk right through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now, security they did not see him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They just hovered around his tomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But there's a pretty little thing waiting for the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Down in the jungle room     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They've got gospel in the air  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And Reverend Green be glad to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you haven't got a prayer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But boy you got a prayer in Memphis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now, Muriel plays piano every friday at the Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And they brought me down to see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And they asked me if I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ch" onmousemove="'showAcc(" id="ch25" onclick="return false" onmouseout="tc('tip') " href=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; little number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I sang with all my might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;She said "Tell me, are you a Christian, child?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I said "Ma'am, I am tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Put on my blue suede shoes and I boarded the plane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the middle of the pouring rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the middle of the pouring rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-2249773959499286903?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/2249773959499286903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/walking-in-memphis-marc-cohn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2249773959499286903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2249773959499286903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/walking-in-memphis-marc-cohn.html' title='Walking In Memphis-Marc Cohn'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-1248310961126806789</id><published>2009-02-17T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:30:30.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last sunday I went to Motat .What is that you ask?Well is an airplane and train museum.But before we went there we had a stroll in Auckland city.And of course I had my camera.lol&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303967005619272866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZt549ZUPKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9bsXkEbk6eo/s400/DSC_5118.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Auckland's famous landmark.Sky Tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303977111454818098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuDFMkRHzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/thepQlS8G58/s400/DSC_5128.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Tourist taking pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303973907629963042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuAKtY5dyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FSfxlvHq3-c/s400/DSC_5130.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303973913967262690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuALE_0--I/AAAAAAAAAGw/IjtwqP53B1c/s400/DSC_5135.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303976045413293698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuCHJQKXoI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Cay5wvpvQJM/s400/DSC_5138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;While we walking down the street, we saw some shooting goin on.Film shootin i mean.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303976049019852946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuCHWsCGJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b1NFWPhDvrs/s400/DSC_5153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303978158291167090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuECIVgJ3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/A5IdSnfHXsU/s400/DSC_5162.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Anyway we finally went to the museum.And of course what did you expect,but lots of planes and trains n vehicles.I won't post all the pics here but u can go to my facebook and check them all out.&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?v=feed&amp;amp;id=715904961#/photos.php?id=715904961"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?v=feed&amp;amp;id=715904961#/photos.php?id=715904961&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303980636841399890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuGSZp7VlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QKt1PGkIxYQ/s400/DSC_5169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303980633426205634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuGSM7rm8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/DYGB93jqlwc/s400/DSC_5168.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303984196908957506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuJhn8LP0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/SgwjXb-Qu1o/s400/DSC_5180.JPG" border="0" /&gt; One of the many airplanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303984199381404258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuJhxJpymI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9RGHOBdBRWQ/s400/DSC_5188.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Fake soldiers.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303987218815132354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuMRhawIsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IKwO9ligUtQ/s400/DSC_5200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the rides they had there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304049299955278898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZvEvHr-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IhQsfvGrlNQ/s400/DSC_5251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303987223593888434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuMRzOGKrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Yq1MRLwIH6I/s400/DSC_5246.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We sat on a steam train too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304022366805143490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZusPZ4lr8I/AAAAAAAAAIY/FBKHKCfs30s/s400/DSC_5320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They had a "mini village"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304022362662628002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZusPKc76qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wxKmo9eTsJw/s400/DSC_5294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat on a tramp too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304022358097641234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZusO5cjvxI/AAAAAAAAAII/1FpeutYPMTk/s400/DSC_5229.JPG" border="0" /&gt; That was the conductor I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304029607659184146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuy04KuIBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/f99JbL8AERI/s400/DSC_5357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They had some random stuff too.Like this mirror maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304029611640871506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZuy1HAB2lI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6Jjmrs-2Znk/s400/DSC_5368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This mirror distorts your reflection.Honestly I can't tell the diff.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304046791286818018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZvCdGKzhOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WcjXTVjeLXc/s400/DSC_5197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The group that went plus a few soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304050655319895602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZvF-A0FLjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HU7tdMjcqPo/s400/DSC_5381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Peace!Motat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember you can view all the pic on my facebook.ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-1248310961126806789?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/1248310961126806789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/motat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/1248310961126806789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/1248310961126806789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/motat.html' title='Motat'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZt549ZUPKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9bsXkEbk6eo/s72-c/DSC_5118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-939746450851290546</id><published>2009-02-13T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:42:25.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Days in my School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was sitting next 2 girls the other and then I heard one of the say, "I hate Valentines day!" and the friend asked her why. She said, " It only reminds me of how single I am!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well it Valentines Day does remind me of how single I am but I'm not complaining. Of course everyone wants to be loved and love some in the same way but at my age, I've still got time.Anyway Valentines Day falls on a weekend so our school celebrated it today. We had the usual selling and giving away of roses, till almost half the school was holding a rose. A person holding a rose didn't mean they had a boyfriend but sometimes it was just from their best friend. I don't think boys give their best friends roses.lol.Not exactly the guy thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But this year they had something different, the head boy,head girl and the prefects decided to have a cupids pen. The head boy,head girl and some of the prefects dressed up as cupids and stood in there. The boys wore a sheet and were half-naked with wings!gosh.well the girls wore white short dresses with wings.Their job, serenade your loved ones.lol.You had to pay $2 and then your loved one (and you) would go inside and they would sing for you. It was so funny and ridiculous.One teacher even paid them to serenade his wife.He's a sporting teaching I have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302210741024865394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZU8k58MPHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bAHpiXE0Qvs/s400/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302210739175316114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZU8kzDOWpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zBU6sihk3-E/s400/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; This is the teacher and his wife being serenaded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next picture is one of the cupids singing to his girlfriend.After that they kissed for so long!with the whole school watching.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302210740353927314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZU8k3cOiJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0_Aab6fHIv4/s400/Image0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; This is juz a random one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302210741958380354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZU8k9awi0I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GCcI0vH2z-k/s400/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bdcdc4fe1a3c3c03" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbdcdc4fe1a3c3c03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329865586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BED24B7781D294C2233AABDC3FE2A5BA31FB42A.1E39A5E6099836FB970CB770E60F6B1FCEC5EF8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdcdc4fe1a3c3c03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsiMopHFB62sNtK-TEtmy2RHFaig&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbdcdc4fe1a3c3c03%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329865586%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BED24B7781D294C2233AABDC3FE2A5BA31FB42A.1E39A5E6099836FB970CB770E60F6B1FCEC5EF8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdcdc4fe1a3c3c03%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsiMopHFB62sNtK-TEtmy2RHFaig&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol.so yeah it's quite crazy sometimes in my school but I have to say it puts some excitment in it.Seeing this I'm sure most of you would know that PDA(public display of affection) is not uncommon.From 14 to 18 ,from kissing to holding hands, that's what you get over here in the Western world.sry that the pics are blur took it with my camera phone and had to zoom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyways HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-939746450851290546?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bdcdc4fe1a3c3c03&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/939746450851290546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-days-in-my-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/939746450851290546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/939746450851290546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-days-in-my-school.html' title='Valentines Days in my School'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SZU8k58MPHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bAHpiXE0Qvs/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-2977087522022905708</id><published>2009-02-12T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:27:54.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliques</title><content type='html'>I realize that it's harder to fit into a girls' group then a guys' group sometimes, even though i'm a girl. I think girls can be more judgemental than guys. They can be meaner like in the movie "Mean Girls" and those popular girl groups like the "Plastics"lol.I suppose that's how you get the word "bitch"(excuse my language). Guys are more flexible I guess, more accepting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls normally have best friends and have a tighter clique than guys. Girls probably always want to have the same people for the rest of their lives and don't want people to butt into their group."So not cool."lol.They're like a team but i think closer than that. I guess that's where our weakness lies too.There such a strong trust that once it's broken, it takes ages to fix it  or maybe even never.Boys are more lenient, probably get over fights faster or forget about it.Girls can be worse, some might act like "bitches" to the ones they don't like(even though the were best friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From experience I can understand.We grew up together, we formed this bond since young. You just don't want another stranger in your group. It makes things akward.But somtimes you have to move out of your comfort zones to make people feel accepted,especially we as Christians.It's not only hard for us but also for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-2977087522022905708?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/2977087522022905708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/cliques.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2977087522022905708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2977087522022905708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/cliques.html' title='Cliques'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-4868200189226652604</id><published>2009-02-08T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:14:49.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken</title><content type='html'>So what did I do during my first weekend back here(it was also a 3 day weekend)?Well i mainly watched TV,play gin rummy(a card game),online and played my guitar.I also went out with my 2 of my Malaysian friends on Sunday to the movies which was practically deserted.We watched bride wars which was quite a boring show.I expected more from it,but what am I saying,it's a chick flick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway I mainly spent my time watching this TV series called 'Taken'.My cousins had the whole series and it only consist of 10 episodes each about 45 to an hr long.It was done in 2002.It is about being abducted by aliens(a movie i'm sure Tom Cruise would love).It's a sci-fi romance movie.Here's a summary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken spans five decades and four generations, centering on three families: the Keys, Crawfords, and Clarkes. World War II veteran Russell Keys is plagued by nightmares of his abduction by aliens during the war; the Roswell incident transforms Owen Crawford from ambitious Air Force captain to evil shadow government conspirator; the unhappily married Sally Clarke is impregnated by an alien visitor. As the decades go by, the heirs of each are affected by the machinations of the aliens, culminating with the birth of Allie Keys, who is the final product of the aliens' experimentation and holds the key to their future.&lt;/em&gt; ~Internet Movie Database&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300734125406869778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SY_9mkGq2RI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Z4iIVGjacdQ/s400/41Z5N4J92YL__SL500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Keys,the family which the aliens are most interested in because if their strong physical and mental traits.Being abducted seems to be hereditary as the aliens abduct both the parent and child(always the father and son,for a reason).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Crawfords,the family which are from the government and their job is to try and understand what the aliens are doing.They don't get abducted but have seen them themselves,so now they are trying to hunt down the Keys and Clarkes.They have to do this all in secret as the government requires them to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Clarkes,the family in which carries the alien gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The movie starts of with these 3 families not conscious of one another but slowly these families' lives were intertwined.Sally Clarkes gives birth to a half alien son(Jacob) which has special power of the alien race.He could see into the future,he could levitate stuff and he could bring back memories of people.But he was weak physicaly.He got bullied in school and soon got sent to a special school.Along the way he gets kidnapped by Owen Crawford but instead Owen got a shock of his life after Jacob showed him one of his powers.This is when the Clarkes meet the Crawfords.His daughter(Lisa) didn't seem to have these traits,she was just a carrier.She had a daughter Ally but she didn't know who the father was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Owen Crawford was an ambitious man that would do anything to get what he wanted.He married his wife because he just wanted her dad's job.He was a womanizer and was willing anybody.He ended up killing his wife and one of his assistance.While on his job he met Jacob Clarke and was shaken from that meeting as Jacob let him see the future,that includes his death.He has 2 kids Eric the older boy and the Sam younger.Owen loved Sam more than Eric,so in the end Eric was always trying to get his father's attention and became jealous of his brother.Also making him hate his father.Eric became like his dad,lust for power,but Sam grew up as the exact opposite.During the movie Sam had to save a hybrid(half human,half alien) in a burning house,Eric tried to stop him but he didn't actually care.He saw the building burn down with his brother.When he told his dad about his brother's death,the dad had a shock n a stroke which killed him.It was then that Eric knew why his father didn't like him,as a kid he loved to scare his dad but what Owen saw in Jacob's was him dying from shock n a stroke eventually.Eric saw his dad die right in front of him but didn't do anything.Soon he had a child of his own,a baby girl and he named her Mary.We jump ahead a little and Mary is grown up,her idol was her grandfather.She wanted to be like her grandfather and like her father she wanted her father's praise.She grew up to be the most evil Crawford,killing anyone who came in her way.She killed her father and boyfriend in cold blood because they were interfering with her work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Russel Keys an airpilot during WW2.While he was flying he was abducted by the alien,him and his whole team.When he got back to earth,he couldn't remember anything but he began to hav nightmares of aliens taking him.Soon he became so scared that he needed to find out what was happening.He went to look for his team and found out that they all had died,all except his co-pilot,so he went to see him.His co-pilot was in a hospital,weak and fragile,and didn't have long to live.He explained to Russel what happened and that he had fought back with the aliens and save the whole crew.He wonder why he hadn't died and then he realize why they kept taking him.He was stronger then others thats why the aliens took interest in him.When someone was abducted by the aliens,the aliens would put something into their brain,a tracking devise.Soon the aliens became more interested in his son Jesse and he would be taken frequently.The father and soon couldn't stand being taken anymore so they went to the government and met Owen Crawford there.They took interest and especially the tracking device.Russel sacrificed himself to them but told Owen that he had to let his son go.They did surgery on him n took out the devise but it in turned made everyone in the room crazy and they all killed each other.Owen wasn't in the room but he watched from a far.Being the man that he is,he locked Jesse in a bomb shelter and left him there.From then on Jesse hated the aliens,he always thought of them as guardian angels but now they let his dad die.The aliens did come n save him but he wasn't grateful.After he was back on earth,he started on drugs and tried to kill himself a few times by goin to war in Vietnam.Each time he got saved.Soon his body couldn't take it and he went to the hospital whre he met his wife and changed his life.He too had a son,Charlie,which was also an abductee.With the government and alien after he became crazy and no longer could be around his wife and son.Knowing that the government was after her son,they had to move around often.Charlie hated the aliens too after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charlie and Lisa met at a meeting where people who were abducted talked about their experience.Actually this is not the first time they met,the first time they met was in an alien spaceship where Lisa was inpregnated by Charlie but they can't remember.Ally was the product of this.This was the intention of the aliens to bring a child with their power and was strong enough to live until a certain age.That was why the Clarkes and the Keys were chosen.John(the great grandfather of Ally) came back at almost the end of the show.He told them why the aliens did all this,the aliens were an evolution of humans but along the way lost the abillity to have emotions and feelings.They wanted to understand humans and get our traits back.In the end the aliens realized what they did and regrtted for making the Clarkes and Keys life difficult.Ally had to go back with them or else she would be constantly hunted down on earth.She knew one day she would come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall i think the movie was great,it wasn't just bout being abducted by aliens but it showed the love for one another the Clarkes had for each other, the strength in the Keys and the sins of the father goin down to their children in the Crawford.I would have to say it was quite a sad story,with the Keys being tormented,the Clarkes seperated, and the Crawfords killing each other.One more reason to watch some of the actors n actresses are eye candy.lol.check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300729393937521762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SY_5TKAeHGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PM5Fag_UiSE/s400/Dakota+Fanning.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dakoto Fanning as Ally Keys(the little girl on the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300730459508584770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SY_6RLkaMUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4YgwB7hhurc/s400/Emily+Bergl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emily Burgl as Lisa Clarke(Ally's mum)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300731189823985810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SY_67sNK2JI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LxouErnzw-c/s400/Adan+Kaufman.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Adam Kaufman as Charlie Keys(Ally's dad)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300732107443821906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SY_7xGmyXVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KR_8HLY7dv8/s400/Anton+Yelchin.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anton Yelchin as Jacob Clarke(Jacob as a young boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300732628329525906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SY_8PbDncpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/txgC_61CFLo/s400/Desmond+Harrington.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Desmond Herrington as Jesse Clarke(Father of Charlie Clarke)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300733694424553938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SY_9NekemdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nJxRuf-BEe4/s400/Eric+Close.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Eric Close as John(the alien who falls in love with Sally Clarke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not too bad eh.haha.Way better than Bride Wars.I don't know if you can still can get this series but it's something worth watching.cya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-4868200189226652604?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/4868200189226652604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/taken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4868200189226652604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/4868200189226652604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/taken.html' title='Taken'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SY_9mkGq2RI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Z4iIVGjacdQ/s72-c/41Z5N4J92YL__SL500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-5393294741465881153</id><published>2009-02-05T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:53:32.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Food In Vietnam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Back to Vietnam.I shall speak a little about the food here,but first of all,the food rocks!lol.I have to say I really do like the food.Well on the first night I was there I ate the famous beef noodles.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299249740457530162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYq3j_QNUzI/AAAAAAAAADw/adRt9d3Lpx0/s400/Vietnam+Trip+112+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok so the bowl is empty.lol.i forgot to take a picture before i ate it.but oh well,all u guys need to know is that is was delicious.hehe.The Vietnamese like to drink tea and eat raw vege.Their tea is different from our here,i didn't really like.well in the 1st place i don't like tea or coffee.lol.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299250673876463554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYq4aUgn78I/AAAAAAAAAD4/i7_fxpE69tg/s400/Vietnam+Trip+113+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt; The next night a friend brought us out to eat banh xeo(i think it's pronounced ban xiong).It's something like a friend pancake with lots of prawns,beansprout and oil.lol.It was really crunchy and tasty.You have to cut it up and then put it into a lettuce(or a lettuce like vege)and then wrap it up and eat it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299252057233740386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYq5q16s0mI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lGeH7RtLiSk/s400/Vietnam+Trip+279+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Looks good eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam is also special for their spring rolls(someting like our poh piah),they have 2 kinds to fried and the raw.I prefer the fried one.hehe.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299253757997483266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYq7N1wYBQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xdDamnY4Eco/s400/Vietnam+Trip+278+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299253996915817298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYq7bvy8e1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-PEteC8NtC8/s400/Vietnam+Trip+277+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another thing they like here is fish oil.They almost have it all the time.I must say it taste good but i doubt it's very healthy.lol. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299254711960030146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYq8FXixS8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6ocgx-sKGWw/s400/Vietnam+Trip+276+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;For dessert I had jelly,which was superb too.They had coconut,coffee and pandan flavour I think.Loved it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299255275831628242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYq8mMIPEdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/e-O-RnRxgdw/s400/Vietnam+Trip+291+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something else you must also try in Vietnam is there fruit shakes.They're like fantastic.It's like a shake with milk.Really nice to drink on a hot day. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299256237362471458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYq9eKHDYiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DcCmXKVk7wI/s400/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Vietnam's famous tea.Not sure why it's famous.lol.But they serve you the tea in a cup but with a strainer on top.I guess thats why it's special.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299556897658755906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYvO64_r20I/AAAAAAAAAE4/EJTsHWu-1YA/s400/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the last night I ate rice with dishes,you know like the normal chinese dinner.The dishes were goooooood.Very nice.Unfortunately i don't have any pics of it cause my camera ran out of battery.lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway overall the food was awesome.I really liked it,that was my second favourite thing out of the whole trip.Riding the bike was my most favourite part.haha.I blog about the people n the place more next time yeah.cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-5393294741465881153?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/5393294741465881153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/food-in-vietnam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5393294741465881153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5393294741465881153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/food-in-vietnam.html' title='The Food In Vietnam'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYq3j_QNUzI/AAAAAAAAADw/adRt9d3Lpx0/s72-c/Vietnam+Trip+112+(Large).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-7076615584698746159</id><published>2009-02-04T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:49:37.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was the 1st day of school.the excitement in me...not that i hate school or anything, it's just that i went to school at an age where everyone has their own clicks already.So during breaks you'll see this lonely asian girl walking the corridors of Long Bay College..lol..until i meet someone i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,first day,i started on a Tuedays but i thought it was a Monday(cos u know after the hols u get a lil mixed up),so i went to my Monday period one class and it was empty except for the teacher.I looked at her,she looked at me and then so she said "Don't worry you're not the 1st one."lol.the teachers are cool there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I headed to my Tuesday 1st period class which was math but it was lower math which i shouldn't be in anymore cause i was shifted to higher math.i also got back the same teacher as i had last year,so when he saw me he was like "Chloe?".And i was like "Yeah i know I have to go see the dean to change my timetable."But he told me to sit in first anyway.I happily sat down(i wish i still had him as my math teacher not that the one i have are bad or anytin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the period ended,I headed straight down to the auditorium(all the deans were there) to change my timetable.I told the dean that I already was allowed last year to change class and I got all the required signatured.Unfortunately they must have lost it.ugh.So the dean ask me to get the signature of the Head of the Math Departments signature again.I went to his class and the were a bunch of teenagers around him for the same reason.He said "Come to me during 6th period,I'm free then".I was like "WHAT!" Thats the last period if u didn't know.Anyway what could I do so I went back to the auditorium and waited for the morning tea bell to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was English,I got back the same teacher too which I don't mind.He smiled broadly when he saw me and then i managed to get back the same spot I sat last year.My teacher said to me "Old habits die hard aye."lol nice guy.He's quite a buff guy cause he coaches rugby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went down to the tech block for photography.And guess what, he wasn't there,he was sick.So we sat there the whole period waiting for lunch break.Fun....he was back today anyway,happy as ever..lol.fun guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period 5 was Chemistry.I was hoping so badly to get the same teacher I had last year.She was a very good teacher strict but i like her sarcastic humour(guess reminds me of myself..lol).But instead I got a Scottish guy for my teacher.Not that he's bad or anything but i'm used to her teaching style and I like it.The first time he spoke I was like "What??" OMG it's going to be a long year.I could really understand him with his accent but i'm getting used to it.He also has sarcastic humor.I'm beginning to think all science teachers have it.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i can't say that cause period 6 was Biology.And I think this the only teacher I prefer over my last year's one.And she's not sarcastic.lol.Anyway she's a very sweet teacher.Oh wait I didn't attend this class.haha.I went to see the Head of Department.but i know she's like that cause I joined the last few minutes of her class.Anyway I went to see him,and of course I wasn't the only one.Everyone had to sit down and wait for their turn.I was like the third in there but I only went up as the 6th or 7th person cause some people don't really care.They take advantage of asians sometimes.Back to point,I managed to get his signature went back to the dean n settled everything for the year.phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was practically my first day.Boring but hectic.The teachers in Long Bay are cool.Some look really strict but once you get to know them.They fun and cool.I think the only students that don't like these teachers are those who don't study of pay attention and get on their nervous.oh well i'll end it here for now.happy reading this long one.lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-7076615584698746159?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/7076615584698746159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/7076615584698746159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/7076615584698746159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-2151859655224781035</id><published>2009-02-02T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:18:31.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYgLjuH-HqI/AAAAAAAAADo/Dr1n7PN2vU0/s1600-h/DSCN1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298497669906177698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYgLjuH-HqI/AAAAAAAAADo/Dr1n7PN2vU0/s400/DSCN1983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken at Church camp.The girls room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298422781876769682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYfHcqeaE5I/AAAAAAAAABw/7vCVVEmx8VM/s400/n1072560887_262930_6470.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Camp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298422348974297282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYfHDdyakMI/AAAAAAAAABo/FryYU7FMz-A/s400/n1072560887_255945_8188.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taken during the first few days I was here.Hung out with my besties at Gurney.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298424981453548162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYfJcsiYKoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_5hOp1oe_rA/s400/_DSC1703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CLEY Bbq at Thern's house with gift exchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298430200922630546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYfOMgkx6ZI/AAAAAAAAACI/keYhEwpBzss/s400/DSC_1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ISCA Awards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298435083810962274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYfSouwE-2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-o0mHnYaXeI/s400/DSC_1537-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The 3 of us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298437802067605682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYfVG9C9uLI/AAAAAAAAACY/lefPdPWt_Wo/s400/DSC_1381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Christmas Party at my house with my cousins from KL and the Leongs.mmm...Marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298441530233617042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYfYf9jAepI/AAAAAAAAACg/XrPJKOEAeQc/s400/_DSC4797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thern's Farewell Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298444949539235730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYfbm_c_p5I/AAAAAAAAACo/cCmJO7B7foY/s400/DSC_2092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thern's last CG in our house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298458300127575890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYfnwGRS_1I/AAAAAAAAACw/k5k9gO9iidY/s400/DSC_1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christmas Eve:Carolling By Candlelight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298460128056116450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYfpaf1bBOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mV8rvnvr5cw/s400/DSC_1087.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This was after we went for the MPO(Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestre).They played the soundtrack from Lord of the Rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298477274933884850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYf5Ak7p97I/AAAAAAAAADA/_K8ClefjqfI/s400/DSC_3213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CNY!!Yee sang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298485370083876258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYgAXxt0HaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kLO5quMYH-Y/s400/DSC_3360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Traditional gambling after reunion.lol.sshhhh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298486658593145570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYgBixyXQuI/AAAAAAAAADY/Sw5sgbYLXT4/s400/IMG_7710.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Bowling with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298489847377754210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYgEcY72-GI/AAAAAAAAADg/gGru6lQQxos/s400/IMG_7290.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And of course spending time with my lil sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-2151859655224781035?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/2151859655224781035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-holiday-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2151859655224781035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/2151859655224781035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-holiday-pics.html' title='My Holiday Pics'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SYgLjuH-HqI/AAAAAAAAADo/Dr1n7PN2vU0/s72-c/DSCN1983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-6104243211022574884</id><published>2009-01-31T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:20:23.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Must Come To An End</title><content type='html'>So i'm back,back to boot camp,back to eatin less,back to school,and back to clean air.I just arrived a few hours ago,unpacked my bag,wanted to kill my laptop n wireless,sick and now blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i had a great 2 months holiday(of course i wanted to stay forever),went for camps,ate all the food i love,shopped for new clothes but most of all got to hang out with my family and friends(missing u guys already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i arived at Malaysia,i was almost immediately invovled in the church.I helped with church Christmas decor(i helped paint the scrolls),church camp and then with Ah Mings choice(make up).Man was i busy, but i loved it better than stayin in the house on the computer.There was the Isca Awards too(where i wore a dress).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that it was Christmas, not forgetting the Carolling by Candlelight on Christmas Eve.My cousins came down to Penang and had Christmas dinner.Then it was the new year,with watchnight and the next day Worship Camp.It was awesome,had loads of fun(wish it was longer) and of course noise with our instruments.Was a great camp.There was Thern's farewell n his sending off somewhere along the way.Had a few CG gatherings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a one week break from event,so i went shoppin wif my mum.Then off to Vietnam with my dad(which i'll blog about it more later).Straight after that we headed of to KL for CNY.When for visitations,reunion dinners and hanging out wif my cuzs.loved every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back 2 days before my flight off.Went for lunch wif my family and had a stayover the night before i left.and now i'm here back in NZ.I miss everyone back home so much.I guess the like the saying goes, you never know how much something means to you until it's gone.so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start school tmr.joy.lol.i'll upload some pics of my holiday back home next time.cya guys online!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-6104243211022574884?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/6104243211022574884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-things-must-come-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6104243211022574884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/6104243211022574884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-things-must-come-to-end.html' title='All Things Must Come To An End'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-5573050034559685012</id><published>2009-01-29T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:42:47.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On hold</title><content type='html'>ok..blogging has to be put on hold now.why?cause i was busy with CNY and now i have to pack to go back to the land of the sheep.ARGH!juz the thought of it...gah!i don't wanna go but i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,when i settle back down over there,i 'll blog about my CNY and more about the Vietnam trip(if i remember.lol.).i'll miss u guys alot!thanks for fellowship!!cya online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-5573050034559685012?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/5573050034559685012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/5573050034559685012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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mind.The drivers here are beyond suicidal,not do they wanna die, they wanna kill ya.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think bikes outnumber cars like 200 to 1.I mean they're like ants,in a good and bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SXbCmOaZEDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yRo569ebVUc/s1600-h/Vietnam+Trip+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293632373980205106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SXbCmOaZEDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yRo569ebVUc/s320/Vietnam+Trip+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SXbFs1O1x9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/LchSflPs8TA/s1600-h/Vietnam+Trip+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293635786014836690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SXbFs1O1x9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/LchSflPs8TA/s320/Vietnam+Trip+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293639246615950482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SXbI2Q-cNJI/AAAAAAAAABA/vtMJCe0lKMM/s320/Vietnam+Trip+302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I sat on one the other day, and OMG it's scary!They barely have any traffic rules, anyone does as they please.N crossing the road here is like a death wish!cross at your own risk.They say that over here they are responsible for anything in front of them.That means they are pros at avoiding you.I closed my eyes a few times n hoped for the best.Thankfully i was in the hands of an experienced driver.phew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293652763119979010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SXbVJB4ICgI/AAAAAAAAABI/v_9Rl_44-og/s320/Vietnam+Trip+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yes i know it's a pink helmet..but i had no choice k...:P &lt;p&gt;But definately if you do go to Vietnam,i highly recommend going on the bike ride.It may scary but i was awesome!(unless u have a heart attack)It's a great experience which is thrilling and you get to see the landmarks of Vietnam.So far i've had a great time in Vietnam.I'll post more stuff on Vietnam later.(eg.food,places n people).cya ppl!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293653522882141346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SXbV1QNinKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MjxCfDQ2Sjw/s320/Vietnam+Trip+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Motorbikes'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/SXbCmOaZEDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yRo569ebVUc/s72-c/Vietnam+Trip+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-1911917298579540097</id><published>2009-01-18T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:47:40.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing....</title><content type='html'>No,it's not what you think it it.I'm not packing to go back to NZ just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to Vietnam tomorrow with my dad and pastor Lydia.It's not exactly a mission trip but more like a leadership training kinda thing.They'll be teaching the leaders over there Character First so that they can teach it to their members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do?i think i'm their secretary..lol..some secretary i am.i'll probably like help out.not sure how though,but somehow i will.lol.n also shopping n holiday-ing of course.anyway i'll b there for about 4 days.it'll b my first time going there and i think it'll b an interesting trip.hopefully i can post some pics and write a bit about it when i come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-1911917298579540097?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/feeds/1911917298579540097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/01/packing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/1911917298579540097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3695112946997926527/posts/default/1911917298579540097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arsenalcp.blogspot.com/2009/01/packing.html' title='Packing....'/><author><name>ArSeNaLcP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058758748770516649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gjaMpj9UgLY/StLosgmtGgI/AAAAAAAAAco/waLNhT2pwd4/S220/DSC_7050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3695112946997926527.post-1954344315911907660</id><published>2009-01-17T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:41:04.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Connected To Electricity</title><content type='html'>Rachel:Can you play for me this sat?&lt;br /&gt;Me:R u crazy..lol..i've never played in a band before.n i don't think i'm qualified.r u that deperate?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel:it's time you played for a band.haha.come for practise k?i can practise with you earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats the sms conversation I had with her a few days back(well it was longer but that's not needed).at the end i agreed,but i was nervous no doubt.i practised till my fingers burned and they still do.lol.so anyway for the first time i played a guitar that was connected to electricity.Rach asked if i was excited, i said no.lol.cause every could hear me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm thankful that i played.i got to learn a lot and gained a new experience.so thanks Rach!and thank you Daniel for helping and guiding me!so far i've been getting good feedbacks though i couldn't hear what i was playing.but at least i know i'm on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing Fred(lol.named by me bestie) the guitar for about 10 months now.i'm happy with my progress from unable to change chords to playing certain chords quite fluently now.Praise God.i guess everyone has to start from somewhere and this is a new step for me.so again i thank the Lord for seeing me through.WOOHOO!!(my fingers still hurt..lol.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3695112946997926527-1954344315911907660?l=arsenalcp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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