<?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-5393411710375300436</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:05:19.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I found myself though?</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm past my age of rebellion and have entered an extreme phase of soul searching. Someday, I shall be fully self-actualised.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2297189639389484977</id><published>2010-01-31T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:57:21.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY!!</title><content type='html'>I know I have not updated in like FOREVER, but I have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I promise the next post will have plenty pictures=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-2297189639389484977?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2297189639389484977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2297189639389484977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2297189639389484977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry.html' title='SORRY!!'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1825779747340735680</id><published>2010-01-28T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:58:06.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>B- replied my last nights msg a little snarkily.&lt;br /&gt;I read his blog (and there was nothing interesting).&lt;br /&gt;I did not wear makeup to work.&lt;br /&gt;I missed my bus.&lt;br /&gt;I was late, again, by about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;My pants has a hole in it at the crotch area.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tummy ache, and I wailed about it to my colleagues, who ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;No one texted me to say good morning.&lt;br /&gt;No one replied my FB or Twitter statuses although I thought they were pretty smart.&lt;br /&gt;No one FB'd or Twitter'd me.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about Ning and Mitchell's Esplanade gig, and I got jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Two pretty business ladies came in to talk about credit something-or-another and I said "Hï"but they ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;My slippers are no good for my flat feet.&lt;br /&gt;I had to take apart part of my model and rebuild it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably have to stay real late again.&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 porn robots added me on msn.&lt;br /&gt;I have an on and off headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ITS ALL OKAY because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking my medication regularly for the past three days. =)&lt;br /&gt;Christopher dedicated a kitty picture to me on his blog (okay maybe not dedicated since I asked).=)&lt;br /&gt;Faizzah Darling talked to me on MSN=)&lt;br /&gt;There is rehearsal in school tomorrow=)&lt;br /&gt;Mama said I lost weight=)&lt;br /&gt;My pillows are comfortable=)&lt;br /&gt;My room is clean=)&lt;br /&gt;Yoga is fun=)&lt;br /&gt;My family loves me=)&lt;br /&gt;I know deep down my colleagues care=)&lt;br /&gt;I know my friends would care if they knew me better=)&lt;br /&gt;I love my cats=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making progress in my life=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1825779747340735680?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1825779747340735680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1825779747340735680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1825779747340735680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-8127475711009765461</id><published>2010-01-25T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:38:17.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what was i saying again?</title><content type='html'>I have spent the bulk of my day spray painting and inhaling gaseous fumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, apart from that, I've been running back and forth across the road to the store to get spray paint. The aunties know me already haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things off the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineers (and Tansy) call me Ah Nia. I dont what that means, but the way they use it, I roughly understand it to be used like when I call someone, "Woman". Haha. I'm usually called Ah nia if I've made a mistake, which is quite often. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently poisoning my mind with RnB hits redone by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/hiphopRINROX"&gt;RinontheRox&lt;/a&gt; while I wait for the paint to dry and the dizziness to go away. This heavy, tired feeling is threatening me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RinontheRox is awesome. Which reminds me, I have to get some practice in sideways for rehearsal on friday. I have to think of a little monologue to fit my songs in. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not like I don't like what I'm currently doing, but here's a list of the things I'd rather be doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Practicing dance stretches and interperative dance in front of a huge mirror.&lt;br /&gt;- soaking in a warm lemon and lavender bath&lt;br /&gt;- getting a full body massage&lt;br /&gt;- a manicure, pedicure and hair treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wg5DThxeuw4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wg5DThxeuw4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-8127475711009765461?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8127475711009765461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-was-i-saying-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8127475711009765461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8127475711009765461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-was-i-saying-again.html' title='what was i saying again?'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-4203121992254365015</id><published>2010-01-25T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:32:28.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Anachronism</title><content type='html'>Dresden Dolls. FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the scars on my arms&lt;br /&gt;and cracks in my hips&lt;br /&gt;and the dents in my car&lt;br /&gt;and the blisters on my lips&lt;br /&gt;that i'm not the carefullest of girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the glass on the floor&lt;br /&gt;and the strings that're breaking&lt;br /&gt;and i keep on breaking more&lt;br /&gt;and it looks like i am shaking&lt;br /&gt;but it's just the temperature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it were any colder i could disengage&lt;br /&gt;if i were any older i could act my age&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think that youd believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just the way the operation made me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the state of my room&lt;br /&gt;that they let me out too soon&lt;br /&gt;and the pills that i ate&lt;br /&gt;came a couple years too late&lt;br /&gt;and ive got some issues to work through&lt;br /&gt;there i go again&lt;br /&gt;pretending to be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make-believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i have a soul beneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to convince you&lt;br /&gt;it was accidentally on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not so serious&lt;br /&gt;this passion is a plagiarism&lt;br /&gt;i might join your century&lt;br /&gt;but only on a rare occasion&lt;br /&gt;i was taken out&lt;br /&gt;before the labor pains set in and now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;behold the world's worst accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;girl anachronism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;by the red in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and the bruises on my thighs&lt;br /&gt;and the knots in my hair&lt;br /&gt;and the bathtub full of flies&lt;br /&gt;that i'm not right now at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretending that i'll fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't call the doctors&lt;br /&gt;cause they've seen it all before&lt;br /&gt;they'll say just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'll learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the attention just encourages her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the full-body cast&lt;br /&gt;that i'm sorry that i asked&lt;br /&gt;though you did everything you could&lt;br /&gt;(like any decent person would)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i might be catching so don't touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wet&lt;br /&gt;because the bandages will all come off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the smoke at the stake&lt;br /&gt;that the current state is critical&lt;br /&gt;well it is the little things, for instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this&lt;br /&gt;so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest&lt;br /&gt;i was too precarious removed as a caesarian&lt;br /&gt;behold the worlds worst accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-4203121992254365015?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4203121992254365015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/girl-anachronism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4203121992254365015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4203121992254365015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/girl-anachronism.html' title='The Girl Anachronism'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1901602067326298920</id><published>2010-01-25T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:35:13.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>must..</title><content type='html'>Alia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several things in life that you have to learn, the concepts of which you seem to not have grasped, even after two decades and 25 days of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot place these things in order of priority because different situations that you will live through requires different levels of attention to different things, so here they are for you to ponder over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must not expect people to be there at your beck and call anytime you want them to be. They have lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must not expect people to say hi all the time or just text you to tell you theyre thinking of you. Besides HQ who does it almost always, no one else is your bestest best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must not beat yourself up over eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must not overeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must not care so much if your friends go to a party or hang out and not invite you. They have other friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must stop comparing your physical assets with other girls. You are unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must stop expecting for God to materialize the perfect boyfriend in front of you. This kind of shit is for fairytales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must stop trying to use your voice to bait guys. It is aurat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must...go..to...sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1901602067326298920?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1901602067326298920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/must.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1901602067326298920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1901602067326298920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/must.html' title='must..'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-7489874536448470561</id><published>2010-01-24T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:04:29.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>questions..</title><content type='html'>why is it that almost everyone around me finds it necessary to have alcohol in their system to have fun an destress? is it necessary for me to club to look cool? is premarital sex necessary for me to have street-edge? must i get a tattoo or piercing to fit in with the rad people? must i booze out and swagga if i want t...o have a life? should i bust my bank buying things id only wear once, just so you'd say I looked awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i do things other people are doing to fit in? Or is it better to stand out? How can I dance to the beat of my own drum when im constantly being waylaid by the beats that other people drop? I dont want to be the proverbial sheep but i dont want to stick out like a sore thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its lunchtime now. Imma go eat then ill come back and maybe continue this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7489874536448470561?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7489874536448470561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7489874536448470561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7489874536448470561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/questions.html' title='questions..'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-7150154507623797348</id><published>2010-01-23T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:39:15.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>say</title><content type='html'>I know its been a while since I gave you something interesting to read.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I updated about my life, whats really in my head.&lt;br /&gt;But what is there to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot, actually. I just don't know if I should put it all here. I've written lots in my pink and green diary that I carry around with me everywhere. I just don't know if i should bother broadcasting my thoughts to the world on my blog and wether or not the world cares. And what does it matter anyways, if you know or not? What does it do for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I wish I could stop questioning myself and just said what I wanted to say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7150154507623797348?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7150154507623797348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7150154507623797348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7150154507623797348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/say.html' title='say'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-725929129163438562</id><published>2010-01-22T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:40:46.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Mornings</title><content type='html'>Today, little mewlings woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lookd at the foot of the bed and found a pair of huge yellow eyes staring up at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miaow," went the eyes. It jumped onto the bed and started pawing my comforter and rubbing itself all over my face. &lt;br /&gt;It was the Littlest Cat, Lyla. She'd somehow managed to get herself locked up in the room and was feeling hungreh (not that I speak Cat, I just Figured).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish every morning were be like that=) Id rather a cat sit on my chest than hear my mom screaming bloody murder at everyone who is taking their time to wake up and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-725929129163438562?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/725929129163438562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/725929129163438562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/725929129163438562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-mornings.html' title='Saturday Mornings'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-8877918053998458623</id><published>2010-01-21T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:35:58.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote from ye olde blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Lately, I've started thinking about WHY I do this whole blogging razz-ma-tazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there are bloggers like Wendy a.k.a Xiaxie and Mr Miyagi who make a living out of doing it, and then there are bloggers like (oh, I don't know....Mr Brown?), whose ultimate goal is to bring to light certain political and living issues that newspapers always talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are those info-tainment blogs, and blogs meant for JUST ADVERTISING, and those meant for groups and societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you get your average run-of-the-mill blogs where people blog just cause other people have blogs (which is a common incident in this world, isn't it?), or they blog about once a month in tiny running print, but change blog-skins every week or so. Its a question of vanity and pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do it?&lt;br /&gt;Whats MY motivation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes pondering about it over my CRS homework, I've decided on an answer to that burning question - Me.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Thats the whole reason I still keep a blog.&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I like it, and I like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a prelude to that?&lt;br /&gt;How did I end up enjoying whatever it is I enjoy about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer to that, my friends, would be YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you guys reading, I wouldn't have continued.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, maybe I would, regardless.)&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us back to one huge cycle of why's and what for's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you see, if I enjoy blogging because of YOU, I'm really nt blogging because of Me, its because of you. But then again, I'm blogging because of you, cause it makes ME happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get my point here?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaan~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-8877918053998458623?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8877918053998458623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-from-ye-olde-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8877918053998458623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8877918053998458623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-from-ye-olde-blog.html' title='Quote from ye olde blog'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1126520282661960011</id><published>2010-01-20T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:02:53.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIGGER you are, the smaller you feel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;'I look back at pictures of me when I was heavier and it's like being in your own prison. And it's true, and the bigger you are the smaller you feel. You become embarrassed about it. You're meant to look after yourself and I failed because I looked like that.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; This is what Gary Barlow (exmember of TAKE THAT) said in an interview with Britains OK! Magazine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1126520282661960011?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1126520282661960011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/bigger-you-are-smaller-you-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1126520282661960011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1126520282661960011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/bigger-you-are-smaller-you-feel.html' title='The BIGGER you are, the smaller you feel.'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-8903485037666478462</id><published>2010-01-19T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:02:33.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Positions (click the link)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.care2.com/greenliving/what-your-sleep-position-says-about-you.html?fbnew=2&amp;amp;&amp;amp;page=3"&gt;The Freefaller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sleep on your stomach with your hands around the pillow and your head turned to one side, you sleep in the freefall position. You are probably often&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; gregarious and brash&lt;/span&gt;, but can be nervy and thin-skinned underneath, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;don’t like criticism or extreme situations&lt;/span&gt;. Seven percent of sleepers assume this posture, which happens to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;good for digestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a Freefaller. I sleep with a couple of pillows propped up under me. I've tried sleeping in feotal and all those other positions just to see if I could do it but I've never been able to fall asleep better than when I'm freefalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS need extra pillows around me to sleep well AND THEY MUST BE SOFT PILLOWS. Oh and sometimes i sleep with my back propped against the wall. What does that position imply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-8903485037666478462?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8903485037666478462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleeping-positions-click-link.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8903485037666478462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8903485037666478462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleeping-positions-click-link.html' title='Sleeping Positions (click the link)'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-9130286448767000222</id><published>2010-01-18T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:28:26.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have to...</title><content type='html'>I have nothing better to do than watch the whole world crumble at my feet and die of shame from being too darn...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am having a migrane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to do Mamas poster thing during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Have to find a day when I could just go to the library and hang out, like the bookworm that I am.&lt;br /&gt;Have to find time to collect all my useless teenage and fashion magazines and pour through all the looks one by one, and adapt them to my style.&lt;br /&gt;Have to buy a box for the iceblast.&lt;br /&gt;Have to send in the rest of the application tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Have to buy bikini present and make smart-assed card for Kim.&lt;br /&gt;Have to pass Mad moneh for Jits present.&lt;br /&gt;Have to go to the beach again.&lt;br /&gt;Have to go ride a boat again. I miss being on the water.&lt;br /&gt;Have to go swimming again.&lt;br /&gt;Have to stop fantasising notty things about - .&lt;br /&gt;Have to stop thinking about Boy.&lt;br /&gt;Have to be nicer to Indian Boy.&lt;br /&gt;Have to stop habit of smsing everyone on impulse and then getting agitated when no one replies.&lt;br /&gt;Have to stop doing things on impulse in general, like shopping, withdrawing money, buying icecream.&lt;br /&gt;Have to start driving lessons again.&lt;br /&gt;Have to finish Quran.&lt;br /&gt;Have to start wearing tudung soon (after my 21st, please?)&lt;br /&gt;Have to go for a jog and practice yoga tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Have to raid Daiso food section again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Have to remember to take off badges and put them back.&lt;br /&gt;Have to do story write up about -.&lt;br /&gt;Have to plan party.&lt;br /&gt;Have to do up invites for performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to stop making lists and go do something about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaan~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-9130286448767000222?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/9130286448767000222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/9130286448767000222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/9130286448767000222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-to.html' title='Have to...'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-7855880586443755827</id><published>2010-01-17T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:01:43.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG hopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;i used to be an XS, sometimes XXS but now i’m an S! AHH my goodness.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This skinny chick be crayyyzee.&lt;br /&gt;She goes on for the rest of the post with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;need to lose weight i need to lose weight i need to lose weight i need to lose weight i need to lose weight i need to lose weight i need to lose weight i need to lose weight i need to lose weight i need to lose weight I REALLY NEED TO LOSE SOME WEIGHT!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneroxic much?&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go up to her soon and just casually ask her, "Hey, woman. Are you like, aneroxic?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if she asks, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just say, "Öh nothing. You look like it. You look like a fucking skinny beanpole ghost floating around with your bones sticking out and your clothes hanging off you...like a well, hanger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, imma be brutal about it. Wake up woman!!! You are worried about being an S??? IN SINGAPORE??? Gawrsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I like shopping, money, and air-cons. I love myself. Alot.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats why I love Jit. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;His blog title is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Ï'm So Full of Jit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaan~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7855880586443755827?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7855880586443755827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-hopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7855880586443755827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7855880586443755827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-hopping.html' title='BLOG hopping'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1893213599549953585</id><published>2010-01-17T20:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:24:02.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/S1PgVVYj30I/AAAAAAAAAR8/GVL4jk8OgkA/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/S1PgVVYj30I/AAAAAAAAAR8/GVL4jk8OgkA/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427928633033613122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my office desktop image. I know it looks kinda blur but thats coz i stole it off somones flickr by uhm...nevermind. Its is still very much kawaii neh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO sleepy. This is what late nights on the phone with people can do to you. Not that I don't enjoy the conversations; I do, really. Its like the highlight of my day. Its just that well, I dont get enough sleep after and now I'm in the office and I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain, however, never ceases to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;I am more fluent and thought provoking the sleepier I become. Its crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I am well known for being that xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaan~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1893213599549953585?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1893213599549953585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/colours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1893213599549953585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1893213599549953585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/colours.html' title='Colours'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/S1PgVVYj30I/AAAAAAAAAR8/GVL4jk8OgkA/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-4287958696551395434</id><published>2010-01-17T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:03:26.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian boy</title><content type='html'>Past weekend has been a very, very insightful weekend for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out Mitchell is a GR8 shopping companion, Ning ABHORS dresses in general (not that thats much of a suprise), The Pizza Place is edible by the likes of me, Mitchell will buy $1 apple juice, just coz theres more in it, Eli Chua looks WEIRD in those scrunched up low butt skinnies, Pansy's tastes in guys, Everettes tastes in guys, the iceblast/burst whatever is totally cool (literally), Everette shaves his balls (NOT THAT I ASKED!! HE TOLD ME!!!), Ever is bad at street language, Mitchells tastes in music is very very limited and Rem hates being called Indian (although he obviously looks like one=_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Imma just not explain everythig else..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I always thought that it only happened in my family coz my cousins absolutely HATE being called Indian Boys eventhough their IC clearly states that they are, and they LOOK indian for GAWHSSS SAKE!!! Its coz culturally, we were all brought up Malay-Muslim, you see. If I call them Indian Boy, theyll go "I'm not!!"&lt;br /&gt;"So whats on your ic then?"&lt;br /&gt;"You're fat."&lt;br /&gt;Äre you calling yourself fat?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, you are fat. Kaklong Gemuk."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes but I can slim down. Indian boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY GET VERY UPSET LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love them loads=)&lt;br /&gt;I am not being rascist here. I am after all part indian as well and i love my heritage. Its just very amusing sometimes...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaan minnasan!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-4287958696551395434?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4287958696551395434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/indian-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4287958696551395434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4287958696551395434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/indian-boy.html' title='Indian boy'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-4206424173229931795</id><published>2010-01-17T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T04:50:28.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/S1MCCrUrLQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gFkVNCr7_Xk/s1600-h/Photo+732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/S1MCCrUrLQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gFkVNCr7_Xk/s400/Photo+732.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427684220924013826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Asshole, how are you feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nono, i shouldn't be calling you asshole. What have you done to deserve this? Nothing much. Nothing much which is why I'd like to call you that but then again, it should be me with that name. Yes, I am angsty. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given the choice, I'd like to go out RIGHT NOW and get my eyebrow pierced. Three times, like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am generally a very impulsive person and if not for the fact that I'd prolly get HELL over AN eyebrow piercing (what more 3), I'd have gone and got one already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you noticed, how perceptive of you. I AM feeling rather rebellious, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of impulsive, the state of my room in all its shopping-bag-strewn glory would prove my point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found out today that another two of my boys are not straight and that really just messes up with my head. Its not so much that they are not straight you know, its the fact that...well i dont know how to put it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I admit, in general I'm a very liberal person. Its just, you know, sometimes I wish the lines were clearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever I want to stop thinking about this. It is no good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be hugged, cuddled and kissed right now=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jaan~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the moment: flyleaf - I'm So Sick&lt;br /&gt;Mood: F*$^%$ up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWIADZKU9dw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWIADZKU9dw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-4206424173229931795?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4206424173229931795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4206424173229931795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4206424173229931795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-right.html' title='Get right...'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/S1MCCrUrLQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gFkVNCr7_Xk/s72-c/Photo+732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1344902452267843440</id><published>2010-01-16T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T07:52:20.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MissHannahMinx</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am feeling rather angsty right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY MUST EVERYONE BE SO STUPID GAWD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean like, EVERYONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay anyways, I like MissHannahMinx on youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, its not coz of her boobs (I think she does that to get more viewers BUT SHE DOSENT HAVE TO!!!zomg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is funneh and MECCHAKAWAIIDESU!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hearts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following is a vid on BIKINI EDUCATION. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subscribe to her. She is worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAnTy_AT52U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAnTy_AT52U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1344902452267843440?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1344902452267843440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/misshannahminx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1344902452267843440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1344902452267843440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/misshannahminx.html' title='MissHannahMinx'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2269667361484703867</id><published>2010-01-16T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T07:07:52.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH ANGRY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, I found her blog. I have figured that she calls him Nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She put I &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know why that seriously pisses me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from that, shes a nerd, a geek, and dresses like one too, from what i gathered. She isn't fantastic. She isnt awesome. He seems to really love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is seriously pissing me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DONT FREAKING CARE IF HE READS THIS, because he wont anyways BECAUSE HE DOSENT CARE AND WONT READ THIS, so THERE go fuck off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aRGH i do not know WHY i am SO upset over someone who dosent care for me!! Am I doomed to be attracted to people who dont give a shit about me or my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I CUSS. I CUSS I CUSS I CUSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have a problem with that? GO SOMEWHERE ELSE LET ME CUSS AND RANT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why would you have a problem with that anyways? People hardly read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I firmly believe that my counter goes up coz i check back very often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? I AM SO STUPID gawd. Am I doing this subconsciously on purpose? Is this that literal metaphor where...wait i cant remember what it is. OH FUCK IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would totally write this in my diary EXCEPT I WANT TO WRITE IT HERE INSTEAD cause I want there to be the slight chance that he might read this and know that I am beating myself up over liking him and that I DONT WANT to like him but I DO anyways which is so incredibly stupid, as per mentioned in my previous paragraph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not like he is even DOING anything to make me like him!!! I JUST FREAKING DO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you unlike someone? You know, cause I really need to unlike someone, like, NOW, like so I can move on and obsess over someone else who might actually give two hoots about me and call me and check up on me and ask me hows my day and all that jazz and sends me msgs out of the blue JUST TO TELL ME HE MISSES ME and gets worried if i dont pick up his calls and will start calling my friends to check (but this will get annoying real quick, so you know...once in a while is ok though), who buys me things and treats ME instead of me treating him whod go out of his way to pick me up from work and who books my saturday afternoons till dinner and then send me home =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he dosent have to be my boyfriend? JUST COURT ME sheesh. I dont like doing the damn courting all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay TBH i have been courted before, but I didnt like them, which sucks dosent it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY MUST THINGS BE LIKE THIS?!??!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POOP WORLD POOP DAMMIT PROFANITIESPROFANITIES BIRDCAGEDAMMITPOOOOOP!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-2269667361484703867?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2269667361484703867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/argh-angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2269667361484703867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2269667361484703867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/argh-angry.html' title='ARGH ANGRY!!'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-5149503016663252333</id><published>2010-01-16T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:22:16.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MITCHELL THIS POST IS FOR YOU DOOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;SO, had lunch with Ningster and Mitchell today at Pizza Place and then SHOPPING and starbucks after with Mitchell. TOTALLY BLEW MONEY AT DP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have a good rapport with Mitchell, and everyone is sneakily thinking that I've moved on from The Grinch to good ol' Mitchell, but there are just some things that cannot be explained. He is awesome and all that, but you know, me and Mitchell? Oh, never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how DP links straight to TopShop at Raffles Place? They put the PETITE section immediately facing DP. I was all like, "You know what I think? They did that on purpose. PETITE BESIDE DP so all the fat girls can look at it and.." and here Mitch cuts in and goes "Okay okay lets move along." LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really had a fun time with him. I think I've found myself a new FWB coz I like being caught with him coz hes cute and has a sexy voice and all that and hes cool and I can totally talk crap with him and he'll intelligently reply, much like when I talk to Herms and Cal, but hes laughter creeps me out. Sometimes I say something that I dont really find THAT hilarious but the dude chokes up and donkey laughs like hes got athsma or somethin. SHEESH freaky much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I'd like to gush about what I am thinking in my head. I am thinking all the sales girls were like kinda jealous coz i got myself a cute guy to cling toooooo yaaaaaayyyy LOL. NO I STILL DO NOT LIKE HIM IN THAT WAY THANK YOU VEH MUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to River Island after that and he tried on shoes. Didnt buy any though =_=...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He likes those pointy kinda shoes?? Urgh, I dont urrrrggghhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay sorry I know I'm all like MITCHELLMITCHELLMITCHELL, but really, this is a new experience for me, hanging out and just TALKINGTALKINGTALKING with a cool idiot male that i like but have no particular feelings for who TOTALLY GETS ME &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. who dosent have a girlfriend (like Cal) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. who is not a princess (like my dear darling Jit and Ash) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. who looks up to me and treats me like a bigger sister (like Eugene)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. who is not an officer at school (like Alan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. who is not a geek (Herms)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and we spoke to the counterstaff at Starbucks in British AngMoh HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA and the girl serving me started to slang up too HAHAHAHAHAHAHA i like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most other people wouldnt play along but MItch totally did!!! HAHAHAHA it was fun=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooo, I was also taking slutty emo pictures of myself when i got home. Camwhoring, really. Imma photoshop and perhaps post it up somewhere xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried the iceburst today. IT WAS NICE MAAAYYYNNN. I wanna buy me some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay thats all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovelove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-5149503016663252333?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5149503016663252333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/mitchell-this-post-is-for-you-doood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5149503016663252333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5149503016663252333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/mitchell-this-post-is-for-you-doood.html' title='MITCHELL THIS POST IS FOR YOU DOOOD'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1399745061777751822</id><published>2010-01-14T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:34:56.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitterpated</title><content type='html'>Sorry I havent been updating much =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been Twitterpated =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/S1AL_Uh0y-I/AAAAAAAAARk/XBhiIO6Mw0w/s1600-h/twitterfritted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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I only remember that on Mon I spent the evening in the office scanning in my certificates. Oh and I had a botched eyebrow job. And helped sir do stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tues, I signed up for the dip thing that ive been wanting to do since I found out about it in year 2 I think. Which reminds me, I have not finished the thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and i realised that i didnt need everything, but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wed was...hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came to work late (as usual), did my routine mail and twitter check, then left the office for BRAS BASAH to go artfriends and buy material for model making. Really wanted to check out the music shops but had no time=( Miss visiting music shops with bandies and other music people and just going through all the sticks and stools and practice pads and electronic drumsets...and cymbal carriers. LOL there are some pretty cool looking cymbal carriers out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a couple of badges at Bugis though, on the way. By the way if youre wondering what I do with badges since I don't exactly pin them up anywhere, I collect them. Yes, I collect badges, along with bags, ideas and interesting phrases and sayings. I'd post them here, but I dont usually like posting images that directly relate to my life on my blog. I take this stand where "you can know me, read about my life and whatever that goes on in my head, but thats as far as it goes buddy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, i digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Bugis, Uncle Tong dropped me off at Harbourfront to go for lunch and search for white stockings for the model. Not the leggy types with flat chests; the kind you have to cut and assemble with glue and alot of patience. Met Angie again at Vivo=) Shes a really nice and smiley girl, I like her.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought black yoga mat at Guardian and meds for Gary. The have this cool speaker-mic-video system to communicate with the head pharmacist at another centre on the spot. =) SUPER COOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trudged round Vivo and Harbourfront a million times. In the end bought black stockings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... And maams not using em. -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, did not eat much during the week =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for Yoga at IMM and made new friend, Elswyth=) Cool name, right? She's 16 and waiting for her JAE results. Wants to take fashion in TP. She was easy to make friends with=D Class ended like half an hour early so we hung out at Daiso. I asked her "Is this like the first time youre hanging out with a person youve just met?" and she was like, "Yeah. Omg freaky." (or something like that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helped like, 3 pairs of foreigners on Wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of an imbalance in my exercise and food intake ration (over exercising, under eating), my brain failed to function as normal and i had a mental self-image issues on the way back in the bus. Exercise, food and image always makes me think of the lack of a "significant other" in my life and it gets worst when I actually am already liking someone who has a girlfriend. Makes me feel horrible. So, I called up my newest listening ear and just went on and on at him. He's an awesome listening ear coz he dosent lecture me and he understands me somewhat better than most my other listening ears and he sounds really sleepy on the phone (coz of the tone of his voice) and i think that calms me down abit=) Thank you Ear, you know who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't sleep well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurs, started on model. Made a couple of mistakes, but I havent exactly done model structures with mounting boards before. I thought it was a commendable effort, but maam and gary just thought i was too slow =/ OT'ed. Had random dream about meeting YQ. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fri, dressed up coz was thinking would be meeting Dongsaeng later on for dinner but had sneaky suspicion that it wouldn't happen. I was right. Texted me in the bus to tell me he was sick. Oh well. OT'ed again. Lynn was helping me out, but she made loads more mistakes than i did (even though originally she was rushing me too HAHAHA, in ur face. but i still &lt;3 you lynn=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took cab halfway back to Jurong MRT station, then changed to train back to CCK where I took 172 home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wore a crazy outfit of black overall dress beneath black SP hoodie with grey slacks and grey socks and colourful kicks on HOT DAY. Wore graduation teddy on white RP lanyard framed by big beaded necklace. People called me a traitor for wearing the RP lanyard LOL. Alex called me stupid for wearing a hoodie on a hot day LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: I'm wearing this so I can stand out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex: So you decided to be stupid instead luh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Alex, eventhough he can be kinda mean sometimes xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My original plan was to walk walk abit and hang out with Sharry at the booth and sell ribbons. Ended up socialising a fair bit though =p. Watched front part of enchanted on Sharrys lappie and then showed off my collection of Kpop boyidol vids to KC from SPARC.  Met FUNKY FIL FAB at FC 4 and uhmm(alamak 4got her name), met all the officers and quite a few lects i havent met in ages. Saw loadsa ppl I havent seen in ages too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-YQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Fil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Celeste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sharry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ev&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Bunnyman &lt;&lt;hes hawt but when he suddenly gave that cheeky smile and pulled down my cap, i remembered stuff i learnt abt him and well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont ask me what that list was about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got an impromptu invite to sing. Messed up my songs but had fun anyways. Ning says the only thing she can give me points for "is for having no shame". xD Well, it WAS fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched a dance battle between SDZ members. Cool shizz. There was this one hawt Bboy who could do all the slick bone-breaking moves. I was yelling "FLIP, FLIP, FLIP" coz I wanted to see someone do a backflip, and he did. At one point, he even took off his shirt and did some pretty hawt moves. But that wasnt all that was hawt about him ;D LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went over to chill with Mad, Celeste, Sharry and Ev to chill and hog the mic.=D Had fun there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YQ taught me fundamentals of the diff bodily waves and tried it out kinda funneh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Ya Kun Kaya toast dinner with ShiJia at The Cathay and BnJ after that for dessert.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shiJia is fun to talk to, seriously. I randomly met her on the bus a couple of months ago=)) And yesterday was my 2nd meeting with her LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went spotlight and artfriends in town today with HQ. saw 2 guys making scrapbook for vday. Awwss.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-8887777806265184240?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8887777806265184240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-spent-afternoon-in-town-with-hq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8887777806265184240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8887777806265184240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-spent-afternoon-in-town-with-hq.html' title=''/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2976835139306224007</id><published>2010-01-09T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:47:20.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So i had an awesome time today=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big events always make me feel awesome, ecspecially if I'm helping out xD Wasn't supposed to be involved today..just supposed to hang out with darling Sharry at the booth, but I cant help nudging through the crowd and dumping myself amongst all the buzz. I cant help it, thats just me =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-2976835139306224007?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2976835139306224007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-had-awesome-time-today-big-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2976835139306224007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2976835139306224007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-had-awesome-time-today-big-events.html' title=''/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2971003403706394151</id><published>2010-01-06T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:53:09.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the things i could do...part1</title><content type='html'>but&lt;br /&gt;i need to lose weight&lt;br /&gt;to look pretty&lt;br /&gt;to find husband&lt;br /&gt;to suceed in life&lt;br /&gt;to be healthy so i can travel&lt;br /&gt;to be able to wear all the harnesses for extreme sports&lt;br /&gt;to be able to go hiking and white water rafter&lt;br /&gt;to be able to sit on the bus without squashing my leg and arm into the person beside me&lt;br /&gt;to be able to fit through small gaps&lt;br /&gt;to be able to wear high heels&lt;br /&gt;to be able to fit into t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;without my tummy bulging&lt;br /&gt;to be able to finish climbing stairs&lt;br /&gt;without&lt;br /&gt;panting&lt;br /&gt;to be able to do those yoga poses forward without belly and boobs in the way&lt;br /&gt;to not be mistaken for an older person by people older than me&lt;br /&gt;to not be mistaken for a guy&lt;br /&gt;to be able to do formal events because now i just look informal&lt;br /&gt;to be able to snag jobs much easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-2971003403706394151?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2971003403706394151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-things-i-could-dopart1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2971003403706394151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2971003403706394151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-things-i-could-dopart1.html' title='all the things i could do...part1'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-8457937996243720303</id><published>2010-01-06T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:25:29.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He just dosent want me cause im fat, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh.duh duh duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidbigfatgirltryingtodisillusionyourselfintothinkingtheystilllikeyouforwhoyouarethanforwhatyouare-fatfreak.ihateihateihate!!amsoverynothappyatthismoment.amonthevergeoftears.dontyousmallerthanmepeopletrytofuckingcheermeup.dontanyfatpersonwithabforgftrytocheermeup.DOTNYOUFUCKINGDARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-8457937996243720303?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8457937996243720303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-just-dosent-want-me-cause-im-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8457937996243720303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8457937996243720303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-just-dosent-want-me-cause-im-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1314689721923118586</id><published>2010-01-06T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:17:15.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed of fat fucking hippo</title><content type='html'>I fucking hate diets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH its pissing me off. I cannot eat anything i want to but at the same time I HAVE NO MOOD TO EAT ANYTHING AT ALL and when i do eat anything, i feel like throwing up coz my mind is constantly telling me YOU HAVE TO LOSE WEIGHT YOU FAT ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone around me is just being supportive and they want whats best for me ie. a slim, svelte or at least slightly smaller figure so i can fit into nicer clothes/ catch a nice boy/ be more presentable at meetings and presentations/ be able to do formal events/ not complain about my feet hurting all the time/ be able to wear nice higheels/ not complain so much when we go shopping/ be healthy when im older so i can go travelling instead of sitting in a hospital rotting away/ save money in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im fucking serious this is what i get from other people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again when you think about it, im gonna die anyways wether or not im fucking healthy or skinny.&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its fucking with my mood, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go punch or break something right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1314689721923118586?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1314689721923118586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/pissed-of-fat-fucking-hippo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1314689721923118586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1314689721923118586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/pissed-of-fat-fucking-hippo.html' title='pissed of fat fucking hippo'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-7634848990848979400</id><published>2010-01-04T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:18:30.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG SO CUTE I WANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Guys love girls who are lady-like, even if they insist that they hate it when girls squeal “OMG SO CUTE, I WANT!!” at the sight of something pink, fluffy and useless. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from MSN. Nice to know=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7634848990848979400?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7634848990848979400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-so-cute-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7634848990848979400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7634848990848979400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-so-cute-i-want.html' title='OMG SO CUTE I WANT'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-5186501233702596973</id><published>2010-01-03T20:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:15:23.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little girls</title><content type='html'>I know of two, very foolish, selfish little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil incarnates, I'd like to call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have not made a mess of my life per se, but they have meddled with those of my friends and of others, in their very foolish, selfish little ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to them, I dedicate my version of that classic "Where have all the flowers gone"by Peter Seeger.&lt;br /&gt;=========================================================&lt;br /&gt;Where has all the decorum gone?&lt;br /&gt;Long time passing&lt;br /&gt;Where has all the decorum gone?&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Where has all the decorum gone?&lt;br /&gt;Stored in young girls shoeboxes every one&lt;br /&gt;When will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;When will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the young girls gone?&lt;br /&gt;Long time passing&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the young girls gone?&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the young girls gone?&lt;br /&gt;Shopping and bitching every one&lt;br /&gt;When will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;When will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has all that financial waste gone?&lt;br /&gt;Long time passing&lt;br /&gt;Where has all that financial waste gone?&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Where has all that financial waste gone?&lt;br /&gt;Gone to infect seemingly innocent minds every one&lt;br /&gt;When will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;When will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the innocent minds gone?&lt;br /&gt;Long time passing&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the innocent minds gone?&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the innocent minds gone?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows every one&lt;br /&gt;When will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;When will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has all this nonsense gone?&lt;br /&gt;Long time passing&lt;br /&gt;Where has all this nonsense gone?&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Where has all this nonsense gone?&lt;br /&gt;Back to little girls every one&lt;br /&gt;When will we ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;When will we ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;==============================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, youre right, it dosent make much sense. But I had fun writing it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I have been told not to worry myself over little girls that wont affect my life directly if they were in or out of it, but I really hope these little girls would grow up. Oh and not just you know, get older. But hopefully wiser too. Unlike those nyonyas or makciks who still bitch and bicker like theyre still 15. Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 16 my BIG FAT ARSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-5186501233702596973?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5186501233702596973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5186501233702596973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5186501233702596973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-girls.html' title='Little girls'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2740056801637928931</id><published>2010-01-03T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:14:25.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry in Motion</title><content type='html'>I ripped this off Uppityshirts. I'm not sure who wrote it, but I like.=D&lt;br /&gt;==================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TELL ME THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes, will it come without warning&lt;br /&gt;Just as I am picking my nose?&lt;br /&gt;Will it knowck on my door in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Or tread in the bus on my toes?&lt;br /&gt;Will it come like a change in the weather?&lt;br /&gt;Will its greeting be courteous or rough?&lt;br /&gt;Will it alter my life altogether?&lt;br /&gt;O tell me the truth about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I take myself as Bosses P.A., even if that isnt my post. HAHAHA. I do lotsa little things for Boss, more than for Maam!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, SMILE MY DEAR SHARRY-LOVE=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My Maams nephew in Ghana is starting abank. Any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-2740056801637928931?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2740056801637928931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/poetry-in-motion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2740056801637928931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2740056801637928931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/poetry-in-motion.html' title='Poetry in Motion'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-380553264459615805</id><published>2010-01-02T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:47:20.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I just changed some stuff up on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like? I like.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-380553264459615805?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/380553264459615805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-just-changed-some-stuff-up-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/380553264459615805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/380553264459615805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-just-changed-some-stuff-up-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-6265977178603398224</id><published>2010-01-01T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:23:08.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye olde blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I wish I had a friend who'd always be there.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Not like I don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;Its just wishful thinking, to have someone there for you, like, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Like, THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'd understand and just let me be me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'd help me make my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'd comfort me, tell me what I did won't necessarily kill me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who just knows what to say, all the kind words and all.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'd just call me to check on me, just because they can sense somethings not quite right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote taken from an old post from my old blog=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-6265977178603398224?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6265977178603398224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/ye-olde-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/6265977178603398224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/6265977178603398224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/ye-olde-blog.html' title='Ye olde blog'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-7919672531801006138</id><published>2010-01-01T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:22:15.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last week of the year ~~ RECAP</title><content type='html'>AHA!! SO hes back from msia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello YOU!! (if you read this=D)&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO since its like, only the second day of the New Year and there is practically NOTHING for me to do at th office except slack away my time, I shall write about the happy things that has happened in the past week. I think this has been the best LAST WEEK OF THE YEAR I have ever had=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start a new decade=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay instead of typing out a whole new post, ill just paste here what i typed in my livejournal. I typed it there initially coz I wanted it to be kind of private, seen only by chosen eyes, but now I think of it, it dosent really matter=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can think what they want, as long as I'm happy=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AHHH, I'm happy=)&lt;br /&gt;Two days of hanging around camp made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;2 Days of SP made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;2 Days of awesome friends and silly bitching, made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;2 Days of my favourite dish - Boys a la carte, ranging from 1984 to 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right? An awesome 8 year selection. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me record the little incidents that made me happy=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Mitchell and Bry..Our bus ride together and meeting Deborah and the other 2 Hybrids (Fauziah? and Caster)&lt;br /&gt;Bang Bus and all those other indecent jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Getting carried down the sports steps by Dave...and then jumping and tripping and hurting myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ridzuan helping me wash my cuts and gently rubbing away the dirt =D&lt;br /&gt;Singing with Ely and Maddy and the others over dinner and all those other random singing moments.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to and harmonising with Mitchell over that Aerosmith song.&lt;br /&gt;Getting that lap-dance from Sab.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting so many new people and then subsequently forgetting their names almost immediately after.&lt;br /&gt;Those many hugs=)&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know my comperes alot better (or at least those who turned up)&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Sharry and Jonny after sooooo long and just hanging out with them and lounging around, squashed on the leather couch at moberly&lt;br /&gt;Saying Merry Xmas and Happy Early new year to the nice receptionist at SAC who smiled alot and called me "Sweetie"&lt;br /&gt;Meeting whathisname again and hes cheerful smile asking me random silly questions&lt;br /&gt;Chasing after the sillies from Alpha and then giving up to go back to school with Bry and Mitch..&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Maddys Monkey=D&lt;br /&gt;Listening to them complain but knowing they like being there, deep inside xD&lt;br /&gt;Seeing YQ again after sooo long. Yes i love YQ loads=)&lt;br /&gt;Hanging around with Ely at Nings office watching part one of Gigolo Wannabe and realising why I love Shun SO MUCH in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Michelles bored face when I tell her something silly and her confused face when I shout "MICH!!" but I'm really calling Mitchell xD&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him in his dark green AC tank top, which I think might be my favourite look on him.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Jas's sleepy face.&lt;br /&gt;Making friends with Eldwin and hitting of right away.&lt;br /&gt;Eldwin guessing that I'm a Designer just from the way I dress.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with Jonathan at that same squashy couch at Moberly and teasing him.&lt;br /&gt;Entering my name into his phone with my signature (^-^)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the nonsense, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;AHH, just came back from New Years Lunch Party at the office. I got another cake=D A choco covered cheese cake. I think thats my 3rd cake HAHA or something. Had Black pepper chicken chop with some shephards pie and am tapao-ing a packet of carrotcake. My Maam overestimates my eating capacity. She bought me 2 lunches xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay XM is in the office with me=D&lt;br /&gt;I log off now.&lt;br /&gt;CIAO~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELOVE&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of the year, I went out for shopping and dinner with XM, Faizzah and PeiLing. What an interesting change of lifestyle, really. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I've gone shopping and had dinner dates a thousand more times in the past 3 months than I have ever had in my entire life xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to LaSenza, Gap, Forever21, TopShop, MNGO, and some other shops. XMand Faizzah bought stuff. We hung around Gap FOREVER going round and round looking for THE THIRD ITEM so XM can get a further discount coz I didnt want to buy the matching sweatshirt she picked out for us xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 3 pairs of cool graphic studs from this random shop at Harbourfront. Ones like a pair of cameras, a pair of grenades and another one I forgot xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire time circling Vivo and Harbourfront, XM kept pointing out young-looking guys and calling them cute and saying "Ëh, your type". HAHA silly. I HAVE TASTES OKAY!! I dont go for a guy just coz hes younger. HAHA. AH speaking of which, I think I scared the waiter at The Coffee Club where we went to have tea. When he came to our table, I was like, "How old are you?"Like the Mamasan that I am. xD Hes 16 by the way. Peiling and XM kept insisting he was cute. What did they expect me to do? Pick him up?LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the whole shopping escapade, we had dinner at Breeks, my favouritest makan place at Harbourfront (because I like cafes in general, and Breeks happens to be Halal and sells nice food). XM read all our palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear what mine says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay from what I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go through 20 loves before I find THE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;I will be addicted to sex.&lt;br /&gt;I will be financially well off in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I will change career paths at least 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;I shall live a long life, but with many health complications.&lt;br /&gt;My 20-or-so loves will not end in heartbreaks, but rather, fond memories. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I am generally a happy person who will be leading a happy life=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much all that I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERESTING RIGHT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XM was like "ADDICTED TO SEX??? DONT START OR YOU WONT STOP!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and Faizzah kept repeating that to me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they joked about me having like a mansion with 20 rooms and a boy in each room, like the PlayBoy mansion xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWWWWSHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very SEX IN THE CITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so thats all I have for now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update when the inspiration hits.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao mien~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I AM MISSING MY HQ LOADS!!!&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS CURRENTLY ON CRUISE.&lt;br /&gt;COME BACK HQ!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7919672531801006138?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7919672531801006138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-last-week-of-year-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7919672531801006138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7919672531801006138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-last-week-of-year-recap.html' title='My last week of the year ~~ RECAP'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-5527327471387245889</id><published>2010-01-01T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T05:44:34.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNLIKING</title><content type='html'>Friends Exposed on Facebook is asking me, "If you could use two words to describe -----, what would they be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just 2? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant say I'm not allowed since I am currently in the process of unliking him so I cant say or think about anything nice about him until I have fully unliked him but not as a friend of course, since hes too nice for me to unlike in that way (omg thats a nice thought about him!! be gone be gone!!!)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-5527327471387245889?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5527327471387245889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/unliking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5527327471387245889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5527327471387245889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2010/01/unliking.html' title='UNLIKING'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-3133130226500665807</id><published>2010-01-01T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:11:00.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d544d314d4459324d54633d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Click to play this Smilebox invite: MyEarly NY greeting" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d544d314d4459324d54633d0d0a.jpg" width="386" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Create your own invite - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" height="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/Invite" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox invite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-3133130226500665807?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3133130226500665807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3133130226500665807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3133130226500665807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-4765302197759898793</id><published>2009-12-30T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:27:14.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FARK CAMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I honestly love my comperes to bits, and i really think they are all awesome, seriously misunderstood/misinterpreted, superficial, bitchy but loving people, and Iove them lots more for that=) People who cannot get along with them need to take a step back and maybe get to know them abit more. If you say we have no comeraderie, I don't think so. I think we have lots of that. I just think maybe people should stop expecting other people to come find them and be friends, but should just join in anyways. I'm more than sure theyd accept you with open arms. Unless of course you turn out to be some weird-assed ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe not everyone will agree with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, but I still love them=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, today is the last night of camp. Just got back from a crazy pajama party. Witnessed a pole dance, a lap dance, and got stuck being the object of another lap dance with Sab shimmying and doing cute tribal bollywood poses around me. He even twirled my hair and played with my hoodie. SHEESH!! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHH!! Midnight fast approach-eth!! 40 min to Mitchells birthday. I'm actually excited for him LOL. funny funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywayyyysssssss....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made loadsa new friends at camp=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They is all nice people, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know lotsa campers might not agree with me, but I think we should have another sparc/comperes/photog camp or outing or something=D Its much more fun with 3 cca's rather than just 2=D We should maybe even include deejays or something HAHAHA xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY ANYWAYS I SHOULD PROLLY SIGN OFF NOW COZ IM REALLY SLEEPY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CIAO MIEN~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovelove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S i think he looks really cute in all his sleeveless tanksxD Okay honestly this could be biased coz I like him and I'd think he's cute anyways. LOL=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I LIKE YOU EVEN IF YOU HAVE THAT GF OF YOURS!!! ARRRGGGHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-4765302197759898793?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4765302197759898793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/fark-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4765302197759898793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4765302197759898793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/fark-camp.html' title='FARK CAMP'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-5575904718781155176</id><published>2009-12-28T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T07:55:44.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And what better way to celebrate a 100 posts than a good ol' haiku/poem/lyrical/composition thingamawhatevaaaahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;===============================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we sat facing each other on the boardwalk under the waning moon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he looked up and said "Its an almost full moon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gibbous," I said, correcting him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gibbous," he repeated, playing around with the word; letting it roll off his tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"G-i-b.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...b-o-u-s".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help staring at him and thinking how nerdy he looked in his preppy-street get up, and yet how awfully cute he was, acne and mop-hair aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=====================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay I dont know what else to write. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I have to say is that it went well. He took it well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took it almost as if hes known all along. HAHA which Im guessing he might have with all those hints. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun and comfortabe being around him. Would have loved to be able to link arms more though but i had my bag and he had my laptop LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH WELLS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, he has a girlfriend, lucky her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I want him to be my boyfriend either. Im just glad I was able to tell him and he was cool about it. It wasnt as hard as I thought it would be LOL no matter how many times ive done it, you never get used to something like that you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay thats all for now. Gotta rush off tmrw morning and meet Andy at Defu befor 9 to discuss the stuff and get him to test print. UGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see what happens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CIAO MIEN!!~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovelove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-5575904718781155176?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5575904718781155176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-100th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5575904718781155176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5575904718781155176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th post'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2960029610841755554</id><published>2009-12-27T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:13:08.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>She sings of Sundays,&lt;br /&gt;He sang of Saturday&lt;br /&gt;But I'll still love the day&lt;br /&gt;I get to be with you&lt;br /&gt;And walk with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;No secrets left to hide&lt;br /&gt;Like how I like you&lt;br /&gt;And the way you give that awkward smile&lt;br /&gt;And snicker&lt;br /&gt;But its all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Ona Monday&lt;br /&gt;Not like the other days you sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-2960029610841755554?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2960029610841755554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2960029610841755554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2960029610841755554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-244257790285673159</id><published>2009-12-25T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:44:38.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody told me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFa1YF6egKA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFa1YF6egKA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me life would be easy &lt;br /&gt;If I found the one&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me everything will be alrigt&lt;br /&gt;If I found the one&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said&lt;br /&gt;If I made my bed and prayed really hard everynight&lt;br /&gt;That somebody will come&lt;br /&gt;And change my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know the truth&lt;br /&gt;And now I know that its not always the case&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get up&lt;br /&gt;Get my head out of the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Cause somebodys not coming&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me everything would be alright &lt;br /&gt;When i found the one&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me everything would fall in place&lt;br /&gt;If i found the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know&lt;br /&gt;Now ive learnt my lesson&lt;br /&gt;ive packed my bags and left&lt;br /&gt;Coz nobodys comin &lt;br /&gt;To my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be alright&lt;br /&gt;When I found the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me &lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me&lt;br /&gt;But its not alright&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don’t have anyone&lt;br /&gt;With me tonight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No its not alright&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don’t have you in my life..)x2&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Have you in my life&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Its not alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps made only one edition, edited the wideness of the recoding but thats pretty much it. What ur hearing is RAW people. Comment please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-244257790285673159?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/244257790285673159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/somebody-told-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/244257790285673159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/244257790285673159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/somebody-told-me.html' title='Somebody told me'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-3658380477322780688</id><published>2009-12-24T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:49:57.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Littlest Cat</title><content type='html'>Lyla HATES little boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se absolutely hates them. She hisses at them without even sniffing them first.&lt;br /&gt;My little cousin Jeffri is here and he tried being nice to her but she HISSSSSSED the moment she got a look at him. She didn't even get to know him first!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA she hisses at my other little boy cousins too. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna bring Jeffy (or Efi, as he calls himself) to the carnival=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take Adil and Adnan tomorrow!! I'm not allowed to call them Dilly and Nani any more though I forget sometimes and call them that anyways xD Their mom says its girly names xD Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffri still calls himself Efi, and his parents call him that too so..xD Weird family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet DAVEYKINS later for some heart to heart and FLEAMARKET RAIDING!!!=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the Electric Organ tomorrow!! WOOTS~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-3658380477322780688?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3658380477322780688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-littlest-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3658380477322780688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3658380477322780688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-littlest-cat.html' title='My Littlest Cat'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-4963787282454966430</id><published>2009-12-24T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:30:40.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 17. Oh yeah I forgot.</title><content type='html'>"Why didn't you join them? (clubbing)"&lt;br /&gt;"I can't"&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm 17"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm...You drink? Whats the diff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to type that down. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry dude! A few more days till you can go shaking and writhing in semi-dark rooms with banging music. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-4963787282454966430?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4963787282454966430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-17-oh-yeah-i-forgot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4963787282454966430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4963787282454966430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-17-oh-yeah-i-forgot.html' title='I&apos;m 17. Oh yeah I forgot.'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-6833074330658632267</id><published>2009-12-24T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:50:42.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Moanin'</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its xmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no need to be afraid at xmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Day of gift exchange and parties everyone=)&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I had trouble sleeping, just like the past few nights. There wasn't anything bothering me in particular. I just couldn't sleep, you know? Anyways, Watched 2 movies yesterday - MAMMA MIA! and My Girlfriend is an Agent. Both funny and worth watching in their own rights.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMMA MIA inspired me tp have my very own ABBA dance party, so I did=) After dinner and a dive with Mama, I turned on youtube and played ABBA hits and danced danced danced!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH. Have not had that much fun alone since...well...a while xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with a few night owls and then decided to call up The Itch.=D I'm glad I did. I liked talking to Itchy. He analysed and tried to help without overly doing so in his slightly philosophical, slightly practical way=) He didn't throw RELIGION at me which is a relief ecspecially since our beliefs differ slightly, but it was nice talking to him all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think with his highly sexy, highly sleepy voice, I'd be lulled to sleep. Au contraire, his understanding made me want to talk more. A good thing about th whole thing is, I HAVE NO FEELINGS WHATSOEVER FOR HIM. Like OMG right? esides the fact that I think I'd like to have him as a good friend, I realise that this may probably have been one of my really truly long honest conversations with a guy without having secret thoughts at the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itchy, you should be a psychologist for real=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to know that there are people  out there who think like me in some ways. I feel less freak and less alone =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm hungry. Time for Aliff Seafood Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning Xmastime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-6833074330658632267?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6833074330658632267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-moanin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/6833074330658632267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/6833074330658632267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-moanin.html' title='Xmas Moanin&apos;'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1781482906508864945</id><published>2009-12-24T03:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:51:23.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a chance on me? (That's all I ask of you honey)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/62hOF6mIWsc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/62hOF6mIWsc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honey I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me&lt;br /&gt;If you need me, let me know, gonna be around&lt;br /&gt;If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On ANOTHER note, 9 more posts till I reach the big 100th post!!!=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1781482906508864945?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1781482906508864945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-chance-on-me-thats-all-i-ask-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1781482906508864945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1781482906508864945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-chance-on-me-thats-all-i-ask-of.html' title='Take a chance on me? (That&apos;s all I ask of you honey)'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-7233592380615217742</id><published>2009-12-24T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:31:59.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Association</title><content type='html'>The 25 words test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#333333" border="0" width="183" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#666666"&gt; &lt;font color="#CCCCCC" &gt; &lt;b&gt;I have issues with...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#999999"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;misfortune&lt;br&gt; broken&lt;br&gt; memory&lt;br&gt; trauma &lt;br&gt;theft&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;Take Word Association Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 50 words Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#333333" border="0" width="183" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#666666"&gt; &lt;font color="#CCCCCC" &gt; &lt;b&gt;I have issues with...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#999999"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;immortality&lt;br&gt; past&lt;br&gt; broken&lt;br&gt; hate &lt;br&gt;envy&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;Take Word Association Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 100 word test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#333333" border="0" width="183" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#666666"&gt; &lt;font color="#CCCCCC" &gt; &lt;b&gt;I have issues with...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#999999"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;memory&lt;br&gt; sadness&lt;br&gt; hinder&lt;br&gt; drugs &lt;br&gt;temporary&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;Take Word Association Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which is the truest then?&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have a problem with broken and memory...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7233592380615217742?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7233592380615217742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/word-association.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7233592380615217742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7233592380615217742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/word-association.html' title='Word Association'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1271501244649861656</id><published>2009-12-23T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:09:10.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jungian personality  test results..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; 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Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/embti.html"&gt;Take Free Jung Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!-- 2.86 / 4.79 --&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="240"bgcolor="#e7e4e4"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Main type&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Variant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/sxsosp.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com/embti.html"&gt;Take Free Enneagram Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Enneagram Test Results &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 1 &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Perfectionism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 30% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Helpfulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 86% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 3&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Image Awareness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 76% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 4&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 50% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 5&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Detachment&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 16% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 6&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anxiety&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 56% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 7&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 56% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 8&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Aggressiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 63% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 9&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Calmness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 56% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; Your main type is &lt;b&gt; 2&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt; Your variant is &lt;b&gt; sexual&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com/embti.html"&gt;Take Free Enneagram Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-952550032510704381?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/952550032510704381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/mungkin-saja-rasa-itu-telah-pergi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/952550032510704381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/952550032510704381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/mungkin-saja-rasa-itu-telah-pergi.html' title='Mungkin saja rasa itu telah pergi...'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-3376515719214038810</id><published>2009-12-22T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:22:05.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Maam says my work has NO STANDARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how DISHEARTENING that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-3376515719214038810?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3376515719214038810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-maam-says-my-work-has-no-standard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3376515719214038810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3376515719214038810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-maam-says-my-work-has-no-standard.html' title=''/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2413288420742684496</id><published>2009-12-22T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:21:21.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a veh MEH MEH xmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bN77Mz71ZNI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bN77Mz71ZNI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-2413288420742684496?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2413288420742684496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-veh-meh-meh-xmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2413288420742684496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2413288420742684496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-veh-meh-meh-xmas.html' title='Have a veh MEH MEH xmas!!!'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1118746795804506355</id><published>2009-12-22T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:33:30.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dates</title><content type='html'>Today: 7pm, WestMall - XM and HN&lt;br /&gt;Friday 251209: Lunch - Jack Danial and Elly, 2pm - DAVE&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 261209: 4pm, Orchard - Farah, 8pm - Malay peeps&lt;br /&gt;Monday 281209: Dinner, Leroy&lt;br /&gt;29/30: Combined camp =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 74px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1118746795804506355?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1118746795804506355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1118746795804506355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1118746795804506355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dates.html' title='My Dates'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-152177895949413767</id><published>2009-12-21T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:26:03.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you feel better?</title><content type='html'>So its a tuesday, its 12pm and 12 hours ago, I got my first wishes=D&lt;div&gt;Well no, I got my first wishes earlier on this month already and some in the middle of the year when people mistook my happy happiness for being happy that Ive grown a year older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose Ive come round to the idea that I no longer am a wistful teen. I am now a wistful semi-adult. Its like that Britney song, I'm not a girl, not yet a woman, even though lots of people call me WOMAN, my neighbours kids call me Aunty. Some people still call me girl though. Don't ask me why this is very important to me. My age, my milestones, my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if many people read this. I do see my counter go higher higher higher everytime I go in, but I never take note of the exact numbers and assume that its climbing because I check back ever so often. I have reached an epic 111 today though when i checked back at 12. =) Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, I'm listening to Regina Spektor and her crazy music that eats into your brain and messes with your emotions. I know not many people agree with this, but boo you. I don't care. Regina is my DOPE. She is my version of your hallucinogens and booze. Cat Empire and Fiona Apple also. My life is based on the  music i listen to. I get high on tunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know he dosen't like Regina. He told me so. He said her voice is nasally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I am very brave i think. Typing about him when I know he might read it, but I don't care. I like him, but if he dosen't like me, that is his prerogative. I'd like to remain in my little bubble, pretending all is okay, knowing that all is not really when it comes to the boy-front. I can't feel the tingly, stomach-churning feelings anymore. Does that mean i don't really LIKE like him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is wrong with me? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I had birthday dinner and yoghurt with HQ darling. She is and will always be my number one bestest friend ever, yes? Friend dosent even cover how much love and gratefulness I have for having her in my life=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sat was dinner with the compys. Yes i lurve them loads loads. I feel veh accepted with them for reasons beyond me.  I like each individual for being themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regina, i &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEocg4EU_dc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEocg4EU_dc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;You're getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand, and I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;But if I kiss you where it's sore&lt;br /&gt;If I kiss you where it's sore&lt;br /&gt;Will you feel better, better, better&lt;br /&gt;Will you feel anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-152177895949413767?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/152177895949413767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/would-you-feel-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/152177895949413767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/152177895949413767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/would-you-feel-better.html' title='Would you feel better?'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-3234071077479081318</id><published>2009-12-20T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:37:56.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats the way the Cookie Crumbles</title><content type='html'>So, thats the way the cookie crumbles huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s1600-h/AFD+SIG.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s400/AFD+SIG.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417590185384778834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-3234071077479081318?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3234071077479081318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-way-cookie-crumbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3234071077479081318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3234071077479081318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-way-cookie-crumbles.html' title='Thats the way the Cookie Crumbles'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/Sy8lkeqAnFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YPfXVyhdLo4/s72-c/AFD+SIG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2000681023152818285</id><published>2009-12-20T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:22:03.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cub and my Bus People count =D</title><content type='html'>Okay so since I know for sure The Cub has been to my blog at least once today and he might prolly not come back here until I link him up again so I'm gonna talk about him=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ANYWAYS, for those of you in the know about this not-so-but-almost secret identity of THE CUB - he said okay=D&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes WIN but its only just as friends. Frankly speaking, I am also afraid of getting romantic with anyone TBH hahahahaha and I doubt he thinks of us in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other day, Mell Belle asked me if I want him to be my boyfriend, and I kind of freaked out a little on the inside. I am veh afriad of this thing called BFGF relationships. I somehow, can never think of the person as my boyfriend. Mell started asking me about you know, like what about when we get married and stuff. GIRRRRRLLLL!! I HAVENT THOUGHT THAT FAR YET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in THE NATURAL COURSE OF THINGS but I also firmly believe that for fate to work its magic, you gotta nudge it in the right direction, yes? So prolly thats what I'm doing. If its not meant, he wont ever ask, we wont ever be. I suppose it wont be that simple, but for now, thats how I see things.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyways, this is not the first time I'm asking guys to hang out or go for dinner or lunch or coffee or whatever, one on one. Its a normal friend thing. Don't get too excited okays people? Mad specially. Haha. The person I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, it is also not the first time I'm hanging out with him one on one so, YEAAAAHHH. It just so happens that I like him more now HAHAHAHAHAHA but not enough to get my heart broke, I hope. Its like, I put a stopper there. If he lets me in, I'll take the stopper away. If not, I'll let it ease first, then maybe I'll take that stopper away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, me and my expressions... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH SO ANYWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bus People count has reached an epic 7 people!! (7 is a good number)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A British Angmoh couple on the way to Labrador Nature Reserve today=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st Bus Person was a Burmese girl who goes to NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd Bus Person was a British Angmoh girl on the way to Haw Par Villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3rd Bus Person was SHI JIA who also goes to NUS. We had ice cream after too!! LOL And are now friends on FB=D We also share a friend. Thats how small the world is. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4th Bus Person was a chinese girl who stays at  Woodlands Ring Road and goes to RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5th Bus Person is NICKY from Holland who works nearby my office and lives at the condo near my house=DD Again, small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay JFYI, I don't take the bus just to prey on Bus People. I talk to them when I get the inspiration, so its not like everytime I take the bus, I'm looking for people to talk to, okay?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats all for now. I'm trying to download this 3DGraphics software that my Norman Anti-virus is picking up as SEX.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight - HQ, yoghurt&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - SHEENA, vivo&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - HN and XM, dinner&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - FARAH. MALAY PEEPS, Marina Seoul Garden&lt;br /&gt;Next Mon - , dinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-2000681023152818285?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2000681023152818285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/cub-and-my-bus-people-count-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2000681023152818285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2000681023152818285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/cub-and-my-bus-people-count-d.html' title='The Cub and my Bus People count =D'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-7148964394653038293</id><published>2009-12-20T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:36:11.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Grinch - Leroy, this is for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwHqhTr2URI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwHqhTr2URI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;You really are a heel.&lt;br /&gt;You're as cuddly as a cactus,&lt;br /&gt;You're as charming as an eel.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bad banana&lt;br /&gt;With a greasy black peel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart's an empty hole.&lt;br /&gt;Your brain is full of spiders,&lt;br /&gt;You've got garlic in your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't touch you, with a &lt;br /&gt;thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;You have termites in your smile.&lt;br /&gt;You have all the tender sweetness&lt;br /&gt;Of a seasick crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the choice between the two of you&lt;br /&gt;I'd take the seasick crockodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;You're a nasty, wasty skunk.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is full of unwashed socks&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is full of gunk.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three words that best describe you,&lt;br /&gt;are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;You're the king of sinful sots.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart's a dead tomato splot&lt;br /&gt;With moldy purple spots,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing&lt;br /&gt;with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable&lt;br /&gt;rubbish imaginable,&lt;br /&gt;Mangled up in tangled up knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;With a nauseaus super-naus.&lt;br /&gt;You're a crooked jerky jockey&lt;br /&gt;And you drive a crooked horse.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool&lt;br /&gt;sandwich&lt;br /&gt;With arsenic sauce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7148964394653038293?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7148964394653038293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/mr-grinch-leroy-this-is-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7148964394653038293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7148964394653038293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/mr-grinch-leroy-this-is-for-you.html' title='Mr Grinch - Leroy, this is for you.'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-3496094680617343591</id><published>2009-12-20T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:26:33.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangin' Long Post =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jEnTSQStGE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jEnTSQStGE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Young&lt;br /&gt;It's Christmas time, there's no need to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;At christmas time, we let in light and we banish shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy George&lt;br /&gt;And in our world of plenty, we can spread a smile of joy!&lt;br /&gt;Throw your arms around the world at christmas time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Phil Collins on the drums)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Micheal&lt;br /&gt;But say a prayer - pray for the other ones&lt;br /&gt;At christmas time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Le Bon&lt;br /&gt;it's hard, but when you're having fun&lt;br /&gt;There's a world outside your window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sting and Simon Le Bon&lt;br /&gt;And it's a world of dreaded fear&lt;br /&gt;Where the only water flowing is a bitter sting of tears&lt;br /&gt;And the christmas bells that ring there are the clanging chimes of doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bono&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there won't be snow in Africa this christmas time&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift they'll get this year is life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing ever grows&lt;br /&gt;No rain or rivers flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they know it's christmas time at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you&lt;br /&gt;Raise your glass for everyone&lt;br /&gt;Here's to them&lt;br /&gt;Underneath that burning sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they know it's christmas time at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world&lt;br /&gt;Let them know it's christmas time and&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world&lt;br /&gt;Let them know it's christmas time and&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world&lt;br /&gt;Let them know it's christmas time and&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world&lt;br /&gt;Let them know it's christmas time and&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world&lt;br /&gt;Let them know it's christmas time and&lt;br /&gt;Feed the world&lt;br /&gt;Let them know it's christmas time&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like this song even though its not christmas!&lt;br /&gt;===========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres more to this post than that. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Hangon I'm having a headache for some odd reason. BRB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-3496094680617343591?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3496094680617343591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/bangin-long-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3496094680617343591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3496094680617343591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/bangin-long-post.html' title='Bangin&apos; Long Post =)'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-8335967518431055010</id><published>2009-12-18T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:05:45.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stand Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1h52vnsQ00&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1h52vnsQ00&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ust Stand Up Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL:&lt;br /&gt;Every thing will be alright&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:yeah&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce:&lt;br /&gt;The heart is stronger&lt;br /&gt;Than you think&lt;br /&gt;It's like it can go&lt;br /&gt;Through anything&lt;br /&gt;And even when you think&lt;br /&gt;It can't it finds a way&lt;br /&gt;To still push on&lt;br /&gt;Though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You want to run away&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got the patience&lt;br /&gt;For the pain&lt;br /&gt;And if you&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Look into&lt;br /&gt;Your heart&lt;br /&gt;The beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;Dust it off&lt;br /&gt;Don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow:&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;You can go&lt;br /&gt;Be your own miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce:&lt;br /&gt;You need to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (Sheryl Crow):&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow/Beyoncé:&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie:&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;We all have better days&lt;br /&gt;Problems getting all up&lt;br /&gt;In your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis:&lt;br /&gt;Just because&lt;br /&gt;You go through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie:&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean it got&lt;br /&gt;To take control, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis:&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gotta find&lt;br /&gt;No hiding place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyshia Cole:&lt;br /&gt;Because the heart&lt;br /&gt;Can beat the hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis:&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;Let your mind&lt;br /&gt;Keep playin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyshia Cole:&lt;br /&gt;And sayin' you&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;Dust if off&lt;br /&gt;Don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn Rimes:&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfield:&lt;br /&gt;Can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn Rimes:&lt;br /&gt;Be your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfield:&lt;br /&gt;Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood:&lt;br /&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus-All]&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige:&lt;br /&gt;You don't gotta be&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner&lt;br /&gt;In your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciara:&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;Dust it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige:&lt;br /&gt;You can live your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna/Carrie Underwood:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige:&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart&lt;br /&gt;Be your guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna/Carrie:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey:&lt;br /&gt;And you will know&lt;br /&gt;That you're good&lt;br /&gt;If you trust in the good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashanti:&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Will be alright, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;If you follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige:&lt;br /&gt;And it will get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey:&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus-All]&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie:&lt;br /&gt;You got it in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in ya&lt;br /&gt;Find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in ya&lt;br /&gt;Find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got it in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;Find it within you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through It All, Just Stand Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this song is AWESOME SHIZZ coz like its all those DIVAS on one stage FOR A GOOD CAUSE now how FREAKING AWESOME COOL IS THAT???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of them are really good singers excpet perhaps MILEY CYRUS. I was like, excuse me WHUT IS SHE DOING THERE. Well no, not at first but when she started singing "things get better..whatever", I was completely shell shocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT BOMBED THE SONG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG FANS OF MILEY I AM SO SORRY BUT GO LISTEN TO IT AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=======================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, meeting the CompyPeeps for celebratory dinnuh and gift exchange at Far East later. I loves xmas time, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, Bruce Springsteen in the 80s is like TOTALLY HAWT, honestly. Go look for his 80s pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAWTHAWTHAWT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovelove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alia&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/5393411710375300436-8335967518431055010?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8335967518431055010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-stand-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8335967518431055010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8335967518431055010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-stand-up.html' title='Just Stand Up'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-5844048114292024264</id><published>2009-12-18T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:44:12.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Love KJW is my newest MUSE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Even if everything will disappear,&lt;br /&gt;as the season falls into depth&lt;br /&gt;You're still breathing inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing well? Give me a reply&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if you can remember&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my tender mind is calling for your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can love do this to me,&lt;br /&gt;It was a love that was like my life&lt;br /&gt;But it changed like an blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not right, I will try to understand&lt;br /&gt;That's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youthful days was not all that important&lt;br /&gt;Because I couldn't protect you&lt;br /&gt;I made you cry so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our two hearts reached into a love&lt;br /&gt;I drew your eyes aiming towards me alone&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that person by your side is taking good care of you,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing he doesn't have, So you must be smiling happily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can love do this to me,&lt;br /&gt;It was a love that was like my life&lt;br /&gt;But it changed like an blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not right, I will try to understand&lt;br /&gt;That's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing much I had in my youthful times&lt;br /&gt;Because I couldn't protect you&lt;br /&gt;I made you cry so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youthful days was not all that important&lt;br /&gt;Because I couldn't protect you&lt;br /&gt;Either the cruelity of my self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;Can't forgive itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-5844048114292024264?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5844048114292024264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/poor-love-kjw-is-my-newest-muse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5844048114292024264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5844048114292024264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/poor-love-kjw-is-my-newest-muse.html' title='Poor Love KJW is my newest MUSE.'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-7620150166236651335</id><published>2009-12-18T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:34:20.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one else can speak the words on your lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oAO7BDZ37Bo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oAO7BDZ37Bo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unwritten"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined&lt;br /&gt;I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines&lt;br /&gt;We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7620150166236651335?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7620150166236651335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-one-else-can-speak-words-on-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7620150166236651335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7620150166236651335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-one-else-can-speak-words-on-your.html' title='No one else can speak the words on your lips'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1996767084658045313</id><published>2009-12-18T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:03:44.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me count the ways..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; line-height: 21px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?&lt;br /&gt;Thou art more lovely and more temperate:&lt;br /&gt;Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,&lt;br /&gt;And summer's lease hath all too short a date:&lt;br /&gt;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,&lt;br /&gt;And often is his gold complexion dimmed,&lt;br /&gt;And every fair from fair sometime declines,&lt;br /&gt;By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:&lt;br /&gt;But thy eternal summer shall not fade,&lt;br /&gt;Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,&lt;br /&gt;Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,&lt;br /&gt;When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,&lt;br /&gt;So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,&lt;br /&gt;So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I give to be told this? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't it be awesome if teh guy you loved said this to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1996767084658045313?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1996767084658045313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-me-count-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1996767084658045313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1996767084658045313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-me-count-ways.html' title='Let me count the ways..'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2165680195454189775</id><published>2009-12-17T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:52:48.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fash-Forward Diva</title><content type='html'>I is very happy with what Im wearing today=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is veh fash-forward, methinks, while at the same time being veh veh me=D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it is way too bad that I cannot take a picture of myself and post it up, but WHAT EVS, I shall just explain to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my basics!!! Navy-blue, veh good support and grey at the bottom. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing a navy-blue M&amp;amp;M graphic print tshirt bought at TESCO Johore, paired with grey Old Navy slacks and an oversized navy-blue Oscar De La Renta business jacket with the collar turned up and the sleeves rolled in to show the pewter grey of the inside of the jacket. I bought this at SALVATION ARMY Bukit Timah at a huge steal cause no one wants to wear such a huge jacket cept me (and XM last time in school xD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im wearing my colourful sneaks which are a Malaysian street brand bought at IOI plaza, Johor, which compliments the colours on my M&amp;amp;M tee (red, yellow, blue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add more colour and some FUN, I'm wearing two Button hairclips (a yellow one in my hair, and the white one clipped to my jacket pocket) and a pair of hot pink Peace-sign earrings I got from the Tammy Girl Collection at Diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So POP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, to top it all off, I lined my eyes with Kohl and im wearing my red Kansai Yamamoto glasses, which is basically my staple look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can carry off the strong colours coz I'm basically very broad, so I become like this huge walking canvas of Blue and Grey but with splashes of colour. Idk thats just what I think.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have to go find work to do now... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-2165680195454189775?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2165680195454189775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/fash-forward-diva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2165680195454189775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2165680195454189775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/fash-forward-diva.html' title='Fash-Forward Diva'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1161056245114120624</id><published>2009-12-17T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:06:33.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQHHWM7W5rg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQHHWM7W5rg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1161056245114120624?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1161056245114120624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/poor-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1161056245114120624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1161056245114120624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/poor-love.html' title='Poor Love'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-8011029484109695294</id><published>2009-12-17T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:24:16.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>===TAKEN OFF MSN NEWS====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhealthy Santa should walk, give up brandy: study&lt;br /&gt;Santa should get off his sleigh and walk, and lay off the brandy and mince pies, says an Australian study published Thursday that criticises Father Christmas for being a bad role model for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current image of Santa Claus promotes obesity, drink-driving, speeding and an unhealthy lifestyle, says a study from Australia's Monash University published in the British Medical Journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Epidemiologically there is a correlation between countries that venerate Santa Claus and those that have high levels of childhood obesity," says the research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While a clear link has not been established, there "is a possibility that Santa promotes a message that obesity is synonymous with cheerfulness and joviality," it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa should go on diet and the tradition of leaving him cookies, mince pies, milk, brandy or sherry should cease, it says. Instead, he could share the carrots and celery sticks often left for his reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Santa might also be encouraged to adopt a more active method to deliver toys -- swapping his reindeer for a bike or simply walking or jogging," the study says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also questions his drinking saying the brandies often left for him would mean that with a few billion houses to visit, he would soon be driving his sleigh over the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa impersonators also have potential to spread infectious diseases: if they sneeze or cough around 10 times a day, all the children who sit on their laps may end up with swine flu, the researchers say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although Santa is banned from smoking in public, images of him enjoying a pipe or cigar can still be found on Christmas cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study also accuses Santa of promoting speeding, disregard for road rules, and extreme sports such as roof surfing and chimney jumping -- although he is never shown wearing a seatbelt or a helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa is one of the most famous fictional characters in the world and is even more recognised in the United States than Ronald McDonald while also gaining popularity in the developing world, the study says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His popularity should be used to promote health living, says the study, offering a new image for Santa in slimmed-down form and on a treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to be aware that Santa has an ability to influence people, and especially children, towards unhealthy behaviour," the researchers say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============MY RESPONSE====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;santa claus is allowed to act and behave as such because he is FICTIONAL and thus the woes of daily life does not affect him like how it would affect normal people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overeating, speeding, heavy drinking...you would expect the old man to get cardiac arrest and DIE if you insist that he is still alive and kicking. This goes to show that this dosent affect him like how it would affect us. He is like, HUNDREDS of years old!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in conclusion, LAY YOUR HANDS OFF SANTA YOU CONFUSED FREAKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-8011029484109695294?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8011029484109695294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-claus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8011029484109695294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8011029484109695294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-claus.html' title='Santa Claus'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-7320633320930700940</id><published>2009-12-17T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:49:01.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Kiss Kiss by Buono!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;((Song can be found in side bar=D))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't think that the answers exist somewhere&lt;br /&gt;The answers only exist inside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cool&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are, with your honest feelings and everything&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely love&lt;br /&gt;Right now, with these overflowing feelings and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try facing the sun and bumping into it with all your might&lt;br /&gt;Face forward, and lift your head up, there's no time for crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss of passion! A kiss to this "youth"!&lt;br /&gt;I love you, working so hard&lt;br /&gt;The best kiss! A kiss to all "your power"!&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you all these feelings in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I l.o.v.e y.o.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OK if you can't find the reasons anywhere&lt;br /&gt;By the time you realize it, you'll already be running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's now&lt;br /&gt;Break through while you're barefoot, forever&lt;br /&gt;And it's love&lt;br /&gt;Go trough, and don't give up, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OK if you eat until you're full on a day when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;If you're down occasionally, it's OK to sleep until noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss of deep emotions! A kiss in this "moment"!&lt;br /&gt;I want to give it to you, working so hard&lt;br /&gt;A kiss to say "It's OK"! A kiss to your "mischievousness"!&lt;br /&gt;I want you to feel all the feelings in my heart&lt;br /&gt;H.o.l.d m.e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OK if you eat until you're full on a day when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;If you're down occasionally, it's OK to sleep until noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss of passion! A kiss to this "youth"!&lt;br /&gt;I love you, working so hard&lt;br /&gt;The best kiss! A kiss to all "your power"!&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you all these feelings in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I l.o.v.e y.o.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7320633320930700940?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7320633320930700940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/kiss-kiss-kiss-by-buono.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7320633320930700940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7320633320930700940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/kiss-kiss-kiss-by-buono.html' title='Kiss Kiss Kiss by Buono!'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-3064042158242707795</id><published>2009-12-16T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:32:23.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Party in the USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M11SvDtPBhA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M11SvDtPBhA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;So I put my hands up&lt;br /&gt;They’re playing my song,&lt;br /&gt;And the butterflys fly away&lt;br /&gt;Noddin’ my head like yeah&lt;br /&gt;Moving my hips like yeah,&lt;br /&gt;And I got my hands up,&lt;br /&gt;They’re playin my song&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gonna be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC isnt really that pretty. Se relies on her sex appeal lot in this vid, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in this world, if you have a great bod, anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-3064042158242707795?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3064042158242707795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-party-in-usa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3064042158242707795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3064042158242707795'/><link 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qw8KB3tGjPQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku impikan bintang jatuh ke bumi&lt;br /&gt;menyinari awan yang berat hujan&lt;br /&gt;dalam kegelapan malam bintang membawa harapan&lt;br /&gt;sinaran cinta kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belai lah daku dalam dakapan mu&lt;br /&gt;semaikan ku dalam mimpi-mimpi mu&lt;br /&gt;http://www.free-lyrics.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;bila berdua indah segala &lt;br /&gt;seakan kita di syurga&lt;br /&gt;ku berdoa agar cinta kita&lt;br /&gt;seperti bintang yang menyinar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyata bintang takkan jatuh ke bumi&lt;br /&gt;namun kita kan jatuh cinta&lt;br /&gt;(semestinya kan jatuh cinta...cinta...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ulang *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-3782134024978135814?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3782134024978135814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wish-falling-star-could-fall-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3782134024978135814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3782134024978135814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wish-falling-star-could-fall-from.html' title='I wish a falling star could fall from heaven..'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-229987019606363677</id><published>2009-12-15T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:36:02.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1UQBqtry34&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1UQBqtry34&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in the arms of imaginary friends&lt;br /&gt;free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been&lt;br /&gt;then you come crashing in, like the realest thing&lt;br /&gt;trying my best to understand all that your love can bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, half of my heart's got a grip on the situation&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart takes time&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you&lt;br /&gt;that I can't keep loving you (can't keep loving you)&lt;br /&gt;oh with half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was made to believe I'd never love somebody else&lt;br /&gt;made a plan, stay the man who can only love himself&lt;br /&gt;lonely was the song I sang, 'til the day you came&lt;br /&gt;showing me another way and all that my love can bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, half of my heart's got a grip on the situation&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart takes time&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you&lt;br /&gt;that I can't keep loving you (can't keep loving you)&lt;br /&gt;oh with half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;with half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your faith is strong&lt;br /&gt;but I can only fall short for so long&lt;br /&gt;down the road, later on&lt;br /&gt;you will hate that I never gave more to you than half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;but I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;with half of my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;oh half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart's got a real good imagination&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart's got you&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you&lt;br /&gt;that half of my heart won't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart is a shot gun wedding to a bride with a paper ring&lt;br /&gt;and half of my heart is the part of a man who's never truly loved anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart, oh half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart, oh half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart, oh half of my heart&lt;br /&gt;half of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered to try and explain what this song means to me. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;It will take ages and no time at all which would be ridiculous to waste on so, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to LEROY for introducing me the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love John Mayers groove-type voice. Its the kind of song you close your eyes and listen to on your iPod as you sit on a lounge chair, basking in the sun while the sea breeze lulls you off to the kind of sleep that dosen't really engulfs you, but its there all the same, and thoughts run through your head and you half listen to the song and half feel it in your bones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-229987019606363677?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/229987019606363677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/half-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/229987019606363677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/229987019606363677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/half-of-my-heart.html' title='Half of my heart'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-5222375259965343431</id><published>2009-12-15T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:55:47.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endlessly (Marian Pascasl)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfQiWZfn_6o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfQiWZfn_6o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENDLESSLY&lt;br /&gt;(verse 1)&lt;br /&gt;she's holdin' you tight&lt;br /&gt;never wanting to let you go&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know how i feel&lt;br /&gt;when i just can't love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feelings were given off&lt;br /&gt;to you and always put aside&lt;br /&gt;im always wonderin&lt;br /&gt;baby whats on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm givin you everything&lt;br /&gt;that she will never devote to you&lt;br /&gt;but you ignored me&lt;br /&gt;and yet my love for you is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;oh baby look in your heart&lt;br /&gt;and find the one where it settles most&lt;br /&gt;but i can guarantee you&lt;br /&gt;my heart stays with you oh so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;i see you everyday&lt;br /&gt;but it's never the same&lt;br /&gt;to see you eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;and never wanting to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;oh baby can't you tell&lt;br /&gt;i'm not feelin all so well&lt;br /&gt;it hurts relentlessly&lt;br /&gt;and my feelings for you are endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;im always thinkin about you &lt;br /&gt;all day and night&lt;br /&gt;and having to replay &lt;br /&gt;moments when im by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im doin everything&lt;br /&gt;that you insisted me to do&lt;br /&gt;but i keep questioning&lt;br /&gt;if you love me like i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me know&lt;br /&gt;if you're more than just a friend&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;farther more than any love's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me know if you're more than just a friend&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;farther more than any loves end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;oh baby look in your heart&lt;br /&gt;and find the one where it settles most&lt;br /&gt;but i can guarantee you&lt;br /&gt;my heart stays with you oh so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;i see you everyday&lt;br /&gt;but it's never the same&lt;br /&gt;to see you eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;and never wanting to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;oh baby can't you tell&lt;br /&gt;i'm not feelin all so well&lt;br /&gt;it hurts relentlessly&lt;br /&gt;and my feelings for you are endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-5222375259965343431?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5222375259965343431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/endlessly-marian-pascasl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5222375259965343431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5222375259965343431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/endlessly-marian-pascasl.html' title='Endlessly (Marian Pascasl)'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-873703510874479347</id><published>2009-12-15T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:09:03.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girls</title><content type='html'>Have you not noticed that big girls are becoming POPULAR nowsadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true. Everywhere you turn, you'll find a MISS PLUMP. (Miss Fluffy or DAYUM GIRL WHAT DID YOU EAT?!??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny girls are SO NOT IN ANYMORE. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GUYS, if you wanna be &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;C O O L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;WHATEVERRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;D A T E  A  B I G  G I R L&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes yes im trying to dig for potential boyfriends from whoever that reads this. I am THAT desperate, I know which is very MAJOR loser for me, but I'm not desperate enough to put out, hear me?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-873703510874479347?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/873703510874479347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/873703510874479347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/873703510874479347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-girls.html' title='Big Girls'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-6158532673730956789</id><published>2009-12-15T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:37:20.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passive-Agressive Sign</title><content type='html'>Passive = &lt;em&gt;Thank you for not smoking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agressive = &lt;em&gt;NO SMOKIING. FINE $500&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passive-Agressive = &lt;em&gt;Thank you for not smoking and saving us the need to fine you $500. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And breaking your fingers so you can't hold your cigarette.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-6158532673730956789?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6158532673730956789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/passive-agressive-sign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/6158532673730956789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/6158532673730956789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/passive-agressive-sign.html' title='Passive-Agressive Sign'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-5573756501561204536</id><published>2009-12-14T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:00:05.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHINEE RDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SycjCSdwFmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PkhYHVLP5lU/s1600-h/shineerdd+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 589px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 413px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415335599159645794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SycjCSdwFmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PkhYHVLP5lU/s400/shineerdd+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ShINEE -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonghyun (鐘鉉)&lt;br /&gt;Real name: Kim Jong Hyun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday : 1990. 4. 8&lt;br /&gt;Group : SHINee&lt;br /&gt;Company : SM Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Height : 173.0cm&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies : Watching movies, singing&lt;br /&gt;Expertise : Writing lyrics, Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Experience : Zhang Liyin - 'Wrongly Given Love' Featuring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONEW (溫流) ( leader )&lt;br /&gt;Real name:Lee JinKi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday : 1989. 12. 14&lt;br /&gt;Group : SHINee&lt;br /&gt;Company : SM Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Height : 177.0cm&lt;br /&gt;Expertise : Piano, Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taemin (泰民)&lt;br /&gt;Real name:Lee Tae Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday : 1993. 7. 18&lt;br /&gt;Group : SHINee&lt;br /&gt;Company : SM Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Height : 175.0cm&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies : Listening to music, Poppin dance&lt;br /&gt;Expertise : Piano, Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEY&lt;br /&gt;Real name :Kim Ki Bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday : 1991. 9. 23&lt;br /&gt;Group : SHINee&lt;br /&gt;Company : SM Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Height : 177.0cm&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies : Rap, Dance, Waterski&lt;br /&gt;Expertise : English, Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Minho (珉豪)&lt;br /&gt;Real name:Choi Min Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday : 1991. 12. 9&lt;br /&gt;Group : SHINee&lt;br /&gt;Company : SM Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Height : 181.0cm&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies : Soccer, Basketball&lt;br /&gt;Expertise : Acting, English, Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Experience : Hasangbek '2008/09 F/W Pret-a-Porter Busan', 'Seoul Collection F/W 08-09' Model &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the awfully blurry image.&lt;br /&gt;Its an edited printscreen using photoshop .5 thus the lousy quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay MINHO and TAEMIN happen to be my favs =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first watched RDD, my first impression was that JONGHYUN was the leader coz he has lotsa parts and does lead for this vid and ONEW has like the least parts and appearances which is kinda weird seeing as how hes the leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ONEW also has the most recognisable voice? Its kinda nasaly flat xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINHO has the most pretty boy parts. LOL he appears alot in the vid just gazing around and looking pretty xD Second with the most looking pretty parts would be TAEMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAEMIN is without a doubt the best dancer there? I also really love his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEY has this LOOK. SMOULDERING. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNGHYUN also has his mouth open alot so I didnt get many good screenshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all of SHINEE for now.&lt;br /&gt;Check out my FB of uploaded screenshots=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;Alia Fluffy Darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-5573756501561204536?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5573756501561204536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/shinee-rdd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5573756501561204536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5573756501561204536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/shinee-rdd.html' title='SHINEE RDD'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SycjCSdwFmI/AAAAAAAAAQk/PkhYHVLP5lU/s72-c/shineerdd+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-8046386016969302451</id><published>2009-12-14T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:31:39.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Cooking - SuJu H =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7eNyNDcMWA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7eNyNDcMWA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» “Yoriwang (COOKING? COOKING!)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLFRIEND] Jagiya manhi muhguh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SHINDONG] Uga uga! Uga uga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SUNGMIN] Nae yuhjachinguneun ([SHINDONG] Nomu yeppuhyuh) Nae yuhjachinguneun ([EUNHYUK] Mameun duh yeppuhyuh)&lt;br /&gt;Hajiman geunyuhegedo danhangaji danjuhm – naboda mothan yorisomsshi&lt;br /&gt;[EUNHYUK] Bapdo mothae gukdo mothae&lt;br /&gt;[SHINDONG] Iguht juhguht amuguhtdo mothae!&lt;br /&gt;[EUNHYUK] Ramyuhne muldo mot matchugo&lt;br /&gt;[SHINDONG] Ganjanginji colanjido gubyuhl mothae&lt;br /&gt;[EUNHYUK] Nuhreul nomu johahajiman…&lt;br /&gt;[SHINDONG] Nuhreul nomu saranghajiman…&lt;br /&gt;[EUNHYUK] Jongmal idaeroramyuhn&lt;br /&gt;[SHINDONG] Gyuhlhoneun jom…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LEETEUK] Waenirinji uhneunal juhnyuhk chodae handamyuh&lt;br /&gt;Nuhui jibeuro nareul boolluhjji naneun gidaehaessuhjji&lt;br /&gt;[YESUNG] Gulmgo gulmgo ddo gulmuh niga haejul mashinneun juhnyuk gidaehamyuh&lt;br /&gt;Sangsanghamyuh sutgarageul deun geu sungan ([EUNHYUK] Iruhke matuhbsuhdo dwenayo?!)&lt;br /&gt;[KANG♡IN] Iruhke matuhbsuhdo dwenayo? Dodaeche mu uhlnuheun guhngayo? ([YESUNG] Oh ew nomu matuhbsuh)&lt;br /&gt;Charari naega nuneul gamgo mandeunge duh na eulguhtman gatayo&lt;br /&gt;[LEETEUK] Mashi uttuhnya naege mudneyo ([EUNHYUK] Mwoyaaa!)&lt;br /&gt;Ddo naege museun himi innayo ([SUNGMIN] Ooh, ooh mashiddaaa)&lt;br /&gt;Juhngmal mashiddarago haedduhni geunyuh useumyuh hangeureut duh juneyo… nal sallyuhjwo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EUNHYUK] Myuhchil dongan geunyuh amu yuhnlak obgo&lt;br /&gt;[SHINDONG] Geunyuh chingu tonghae ahn geunyuhui soshik&lt;br /&gt;[HYUK+DONG] Yuhnguh ([LEETEUK] I’m full) Iruh ([SUNGMIN] Anou) Jungkuguh ([SHINDONG] Lai lai~) Hakwuhneul danineura shiganuhbda haneyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YESUNG] Geuruhn geunyuh gapjagi naege yuhnlak haewajjyo dashi hanbuhn duh juhnyuhk chodaereul hageddaneyo&lt;br /&gt;[LEETEUK] Nan gwaenchanhda baebureuda mareul haejjiman hokshina haneun geuruhn maeumeuro nuhege dallyuh ganneunde&lt;br /&gt;[KANGIN] Iruhke mashissuhdo dwenayo? ([SUNGMIN] Iruhke mashissuhdo dwenayo?) Ige sarami mandeun guhngayo? ([YESUNG] Ooh mashissuh!)&lt;br /&gt;[SUNGMIN] Iruhnge iddaneun somundo naneun deuruh bonjuhkdo obneunde&lt;br /&gt;[LEETEUK] Mashi uhttuhnya naege mudneyo ([SUNGMIN] Joha joha! Nomu johaaa!) Nunmul heullimyuh nan marhaejjyo ([LEETEUK] Michigessuuuh!)&lt;br /&gt;[YESUNG] Muhrie tuhlnago iruhke mashinneun yorineun nan chuheumiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SUNGMIN] Algoboni geunyuhneun nareul wihaesuh&lt;br /&gt;[YESUNG] Yorihakwuhneul danyuhdduhn guhjyo ([ALL] Oooh mashijjyo!) Naneun geuguhtdo moreunchae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LEETEUK] Iruhke matuhbsuhdo— ([SHINDONG] Aniji!)&lt;br /&gt;[KANGIN] Iruhke mashissuhdo dwenayo? ([SHINDONG] Geuruhji!) Ige sarami mandeun guhngayo? ([SUNGMIN] Jagiya!)&lt;br /&gt;[SUNGMIN] Iruhnge iddaneun somundo naneun deuruh bonjuhkdo obneunde ([YESUNG] Ooh mashissuh uhttuhkae!) ([LEETEUK] Nomu joha nomu joha!)&lt;br /&gt;[LEETEUK] Mashi uhttuhnya naege mudneyo ([YESUNG] Choigo!!) Nunmul heullimyuh nan marhaejjyo&lt;br /&gt;[YESUNG] Muhrie tuhlnago iruhke mashinneun yorineun nan chuheumiya&lt;br /&gt;([SHINDONG] Hahahaha!) ([KANGIN] Aah mashissuhyo!) ([SUNGMIN] Eheheh) ([EUNHYUK] Duhwoyo~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLFRIEND] Jagiya baebulluh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSLATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» “Cook King (COOKING? COOKING!)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLFRIEND] Hey honey, eat a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SHINDONG] Uga uga! Uga uga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SUNGMIN] My girlfriend ([SHINDONG] is too pretty) My girlfriend ([EUNHYUK] her heart is prettier)&lt;br /&gt;But she also has only one weak point – she’s a more incapable cook than me&lt;br /&gt;[EUNHYUK] Can’t cook rice either Can’t cook soup either&lt;br /&gt;[SHINDONG] This and that She can’t cook anything!&lt;br /&gt;[EUNHYUK] She can’t even boil ramyun’s water&lt;br /&gt;[SHINDONG] She can’t tell between soy sauce and cola&lt;br /&gt;[EUNHYUK] I like you a lot but…&lt;br /&gt;[SHINDONG] I love you a lot but…&lt;br /&gt;[EUNHYUK] If it is really like this&lt;br /&gt;[SHINDONG] Marriage is just…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LEETEUK] For some reason someday you invited me to dinner&lt;br /&gt;You called me over at your house, I was looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;[YESUNG] I starved and starved and starved again while anticipating the delicious dinner you’ll give me&lt;br /&gt;And imagining your delicious dinner I took a spoonful ([EUNHYUK] Can it be this tasteless?!*)&lt;br /&gt;[KANG♡IN] Can it be this tasteless? What on earth did you put in it? ([YESUNG] Ew it’s too tasteless)&lt;br /&gt;I could cook better than this with my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;[LEETEUK] How could you ask me about the taste? ([EUNHYUK] Whaaat!)&lt;br /&gt;What am I to say anything but… ([SUNGMIN] Ooh, ooh it’s deliciousss)&lt;br /&gt;I told her it’s really tasty, she smiles as she gives me another serving… please save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EUNHYUK] I haven’t got in touch with her for a few days&lt;br /&gt;[SHINDONG] And her friend didn’t tell me news about her&lt;br /&gt;[HYUK+DONG] She’s beengoign to English ([LEETEUK] I’m full) Japanese ([SUNGMIN] Anou) Chinese ([SHINDONG] Lai Lai~) lessons and has no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YESUNG] Then she suddenly got in contact with me, she invited me for dinner once more&lt;br /&gt;[LEETEUK] I told her I’m alright I’m full but I run to her hopefully with those feelings&lt;br /&gt;[KANGIN] Can it be this delicious? ([SUNGMIN] Can it be this delicious?) Has a person made this? ([YESUNG] Oooh it’s delicious!)&lt;br /&gt;[SUNGMIN] But I haven’t heard of such taste, not even in rumours&lt;br /&gt;[LEETEUK] So she asks me about the taste ([SUNGMIN] It’s good! It’s good! It’s tooo goood!) As I shed a tear I told you ([LEETEUK] I’m going crazy!)&lt;br /&gt;[YESUNG] It’s the first time since hair has grown on my head that I have such delicious cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SUNGMIN] And I realize that for me…&lt;br /&gt;[YESUNG] She’s been to cooking school ([ALL] Oooh it’s delicious!) Little did I know about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LEETEUK] Can it be so tasteless— ([SHINDONG] It’s not!)&lt;br /&gt;[KANGIN] Can it be this delicious? ([SHINDONG] That’s right!) Has a person made this? ([SUNGMIN] Hey honey!)&lt;br /&gt;[SUNGMIN] But I haven’t heard of such taste, not even in rumours ([YESUNG] Oh no, it’s delicious!!) ([LEETEUK] It’s too good! It’s too good!)&lt;br /&gt;[LEETEUK] So she asks me about the taste ([YESUNG] the best!!!!!) And as I shed a tear I told her&lt;br /&gt;[YESUNG] It’s the first time since hair has grown on my head that I have such delicious cooking&lt;br /&gt;([SHINDONG] Hahahaha!) ([KANGIN] Aah it’s delicious!) ([SUNGMIN] Eheheh) ([EUNHYUK] I want more~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLFRIEND] Hey honey, are you full?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-8046386016969302451?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8046386016969302451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/cooking-cooking-suju-h-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8046386016969302451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8046386016969302451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/cooking-cooking-suju-h-d.html' title='Cooking Cooking - SuJu H =D'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-3118871691712841984</id><published>2009-12-14T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:06:32.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SSS</title><content type='html'>Okay before I make this post any longer I shall first put up a preliminary image to whet your appetites for more to come. Actually this is just so I can show Ev my first band xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presenting the Sassy Stereotype Sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SyZ-dQ3KdTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NPsMiwLyxhk/s1600-h/12861_228698129114_792309114_4248024_1599275_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SyZ-dQ3KdTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NPsMiwLyxhk/s400/12861_228698129114_792309114_4248024_1599275_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415154643167245618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue with blog in a bit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-3118871691712841984?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3118871691712841984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/sss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3118871691712841984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3118871691712841984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/sss.html' title='SSS'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SyZ-dQ3KdTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NPsMiwLyxhk/s72-c/12861_228698129114_792309114_4248024_1599275_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-7374716277085251738</id><published>2009-12-14T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:56:39.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hybrids, my Dating Preferences and my Crushes</title><content type='html'>I like the name Benjamin, Ezekiel, Levi and Jacob and have even considered naming my future children this. Unfortunately for me, these names are all Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have anything major against the Jews; I mean without them, it'd be hard looking for food in America (not that I go there often, but its one of the places I intend to live in for a short period of time, so I have considered this and there are more Kosher food in America than there is Halal. Just a thought). Its just that Muslims and Jews haven't really gotten along well for centuries, have we? I mean, you know? It wouldn't be very nice to use a Jewish name for my future offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering, why not just use a regular arabic name? That'll just solve everything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the reason for this is that, like myself, I want to produce hybrid babies, with hybrid names, BUT with strong islamic influence, so I thought I'd name them mixed=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example, If not for the fact that Ezekiel were a Jewish name, I would have named my son, Mohammed Ezekiel bin ______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or my daughter would be Adele Umaira bte __________ or something like that. Cool idea right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also fully intend to marry someone with a family name. Means he's got to be...I dont know, chinese? Ang moh? Or something. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example I have friends whos dads are chinese or who were born to convert parents, so they have surnames, like Taufiq Chua for example, or Nur Adila Teo, or Aaliyah Chew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay since we are on this topic, I'd like to tell you my relationship goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LONG-TERM GOAL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To marry the heir of a group of hotels/ museums/ private jets/ luxury vehicles/ large retail or design companies/ medical group who has a family name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MID-TERM GOAL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become _________'s interest/muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHORT-TERM GOAL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A TOY BOY NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I created a group on FB called &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=374316100704&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;I was a Cougar before it was cool&lt;/a&gt;. which you can join by clicking on the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more into this whole Cougar thing now because its being more accepted publically. You can find refrences of it almost everywhere nowadays. Its becoming cool to be a Cougar. Theres an article about it in on page 15 of The New Paper (14 Dec 09) if you want to read abit more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FYI A Cougar would be an older woman with preferences in younger guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cub would be a younger guy with preferences in older women.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my dating range is generally a 5 year radius (5 older, 5 younger), I do tend to prefer younger guys. I've noticed this tendency since I was 12, when I first had a crush on this boy who is younger than me in TAF club. HAHA, yes, and I was really confused. I didn't tell anyone coz I was afraid people would find me weird (not that I wasn't weird enough already), so I just stuck to telling people the name of the guys I had crushes on who were of my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late though, I've been very open about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me well enough you'd know I consider myself BBW, a Hybrid and a Cougar when it comes to dating circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my problem now (in the crush sector) would be that I am interested in this Cub. He is not a Cub per se (in that he likes older girls). Its just that I wish he were and if you named something, it would grow into that name, right? Right. This Cub of mine is 17, which makes him 3 years younger than me, and of the same age as my youngest sister. I don't think he knows I like him, but alot of our friends know (coz I told them). I really like him, which is unfortunate, because I am very sure he does not like me back &lt;em&gt;in that way&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats all I have for now. I'll post more when I get home later=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS. I was driving around town today with Uncle Tong and we passed by a couple of Elite schools. We passed by his alma mater and I died a little on the inside. boo.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7374716277085251738?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7374716277085251738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/hybrids-my-dating-preferences-and-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7374716277085251738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7374716277085251738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/hybrids-my-dating-preferences-and-my.html' title='Hybrids, my Dating Preferences and my Crushes'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-4255320512701458744</id><published>2009-12-13T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:46:57.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Man Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I &lt;s&gt;ripped&lt;/s&gt; got this from some website. Cute, right? Really smart. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SyW0krPjtNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/u8g7LE89nbo/s1600-h/happy+holidays+blueprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 411px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414932669159158994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SyW0krPjtNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/u8g7LE89nbo/s400/happy+holidays+blueprint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecspecially to all my fellow designers/engineers/architects. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-4255320512701458744?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4255320512701458744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-man-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4255320512701458744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4255320512701458744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-man-plan.html' title='Snow Man Plan'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/even-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4945036906723159308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/4945036906723159308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/even-if.html' title='Even  if'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-3503962904809546472</id><published>2009-12-13T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:27:09.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm NOT getting married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sondheim is BRILLIANT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carol Burnette.is.AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6_1pcqmhvLE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6_1pcqmhvLE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CHOIRGIRL:&lt;br /&gt;Bless this day,&lt;br /&gt;Pinnacle of life,&lt;br /&gt;Husband joined to wife.&lt;br /&gt;The heart leaps up to behold&lt;br /&gt;This golden day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL:&lt;br /&gt;Today is for Amy,&lt;br /&gt;Amy, I give you the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;To cherish and to keep you, to honor you forever.&lt;br /&gt;Today is for Amy,&lt;br /&gt;My happily soon-to-be wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMY:&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, is everybody here? Because if everybody's here, I&lt;br /&gt;want to thank you all for coming to the wedding, I'd appreciate&lt;br /&gt;your going even more, I mean you must have lots of better things&lt;br /&gt;to do, and not a word of this to Paul, remember Paul, you know,&lt;br /&gt;the man I'm gonna marry, but I'm not, because I wouldn't ruin&lt;br /&gt;anyone as wonderful as he is--&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all&lt;br /&gt;For the gifts and the flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all,&lt;br /&gt;Now it's back to the showers,&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell Paul,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not getting married today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIRGIRL:&lt;br /&gt;Bless this day,&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy of life,&lt;br /&gt;Husband joined to wife.&lt;br /&gt;The heart sinks down and feels dead&lt;br /&gt;This dreadful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMY:&lt;br /&gt;Listen, everybody, look, I don't know what you're waiting for,&lt;br /&gt;a wedding, what's a wedding, it's a prehistoric ritual&lt;br /&gt;where everybody promises fidelity forever, which is&lt;br /&gt;maybe the most horrifying word I ever heard of, which is&lt;br /&gt;followed by a honeymoon, where suddenly he'll realize he's&lt;br /&gt;saddled with a nut, and wanna kill me, which he should--&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not getting married--&lt;br /&gt;Go have lunch,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not getting married--&lt;br /&gt;You've been grand,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not getting married--&lt;br /&gt;Don't just stand there,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting married--&lt;br /&gt;And don't tell Paul,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not getting married today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, can't you go?&lt;br /&gt;Why is no-&lt;br /&gt;Body listening?&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Go and cry&lt;br /&gt;At another person's wake.&lt;br /&gt;If you're quick,&lt;br /&gt;For a kick,&lt;br /&gt;You could pick&lt;br /&gt;Up a christening,&lt;br /&gt;But please,&lt;br /&gt;On my knees,&lt;br /&gt;There's a human life at stake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen everybody, I'm afraid you didn't hear, or do you want to&lt;br /&gt;see a crazy lady fall apart in front of you, it isn't only Paul&lt;br /&gt;who may be ruining his life, you know we'll both of us be losing&lt;br /&gt;our identities, I telephoned my analyst about it and he said to&lt;br /&gt;see him Monday, but by Monday I'll be floating in the Hudson with&lt;br /&gt;the other garbage--&lt;br /&gt;I'm not well,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not getting married--&lt;br /&gt;You've been swell,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not getting married--&lt;br /&gt;Clear the hall,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not getting married--&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not getting married--&lt;br /&gt;And don't tell Paul,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not getting married today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIRGIRL:&lt;br /&gt;Bless this bride,&lt;br /&gt;Totally insane,&lt;br /&gt;Slipping down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;And bless this day in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;As it starts&lt;br /&gt;To rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL:&lt;br /&gt;AMY: Today is for&lt;br /&gt;Go, can't you go? Amy,&lt;br /&gt;Look, you know Amy,&lt;br /&gt;I adore you all, I give you&lt;br /&gt;But why The rest of&lt;br /&gt;Watch me die My life,&lt;br /&gt;Like Eliza on the ice? To cherish&lt;br /&gt;Look, perhaps And to keep you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll collapse To honor you&lt;br /&gt;In the apse Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Right before you all, Today is for Amy,&lt;br /&gt;So take My happily&lt;br /&gt;Back the cake, Soon-to-be&lt;br /&gt;Burn the shoes and boil the rice. Wife,&lt;br /&gt;Look, I didn't wanna have to My adorable&lt;br /&gt;tell you, but I may be coming Wife.&lt;br /&gt;down with Hepatitis, and I&lt;br /&gt;think I'm gonna faint, so if&lt;br /&gt;you wanna see me faint, I'll&lt;br /&gt;do it happily, but wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;it be funnier to go and watch&lt;br /&gt;a funeral, so thank you for the&lt;br /&gt;twenty-seven dinner plates,&lt;br /&gt;thirty-seven butter knives,&lt;br /&gt;forty-seven paperweights,&lt;br /&gt;fifty-seven candleholders--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL:&lt;br /&gt;One more thing--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMY:&lt;br /&gt;I am not getting married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR:&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL:&lt;br /&gt;Softly said--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMY:&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not getting married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR:&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL:&lt;br /&gt;With this ring--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMY:&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm not getting married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR:&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL:&lt;br /&gt;I thee wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMY:&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm not getting married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR:&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUL: AMY:&lt;br /&gt;Let us pray Let us pray&lt;br /&gt;That we are getting married That I'm not getting married&lt;br /&gt;Today! Today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR:&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-3503962904809546472?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3503962904809546472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-getting-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3503962904809546472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3503962904809546472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-getting-married.html' title='I&apos;m NOT getting married'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1426542037921944017</id><published>2009-12-13T02:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:39:18.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiz IcE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SyTDptUn-8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3jRVvbfqMWQ/s1600-h/private_7798a92e3bc71c352fa4217d92aff72d13c801a1bda657d864ee35d1a1ce65f2l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SyTDptUn-8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3jRVvbfqMWQ/s400/private_7798a92e3bc71c352fa4217d92aff72d13c801a1bda657d864ee35d1a1ce65f2l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414667773314333634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Hafiz BMZ did this for me in sec 3=)&lt;br /&gt;I kept the paper until it was all torn and I had to throw it away. Lucky I scanned it in first=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did some photoshop on it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SyTD4ywpg_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/xfkFJHAnq1s/s1600-h/alia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SyTD4ywpg_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/xfkFJHAnq1s/s400/alia3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414668032472089586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dude=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to check out his work, click &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fizice.deviantart.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace owwwtttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1426542037921944017?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1426542037921944017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/fiz-ice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1426542037921944017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1426542037921944017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/fiz-ice.html' title='Fiz IcE'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyEhW2zHs-M/SyTDptUn-8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3jRVvbfqMWQ/s72-c/private_7798a92e3bc71c352fa4217d92aff72d13c801a1bda657d864ee35d1a1ce65f2l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1461410700465448796</id><published>2009-12-12T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:36:59.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it odd..</title><content type='html'>Isn't it odd that the things, or in my case people, who make you the happiest, make you sad too?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent a good hour scouring though their blogs today for want of something better to do as I lounge in peaceful solitude at my aunts house in sunny sunny woodlands. Its weird but when I read what they write and how much fun they are having doing the things they do, or the thoughts they are thinking, I feel sad. I feel left out, alone, unwanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I have that problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats what happens when you live a social life. You will always be in doubt. I know I'm loved. I know I have friends. I still feel alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;===============&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an adult now. Or at least, in 9 more days, will be. I wont carry around that tag that says "teen" anymore. Right now, I can still get away with being called a teenager, but soon....haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why that bothers me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, it kind of feels very exhilerating. An adult. Wow. But 20...its just a number isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look at it, 20 isn't such a big deal. Its like getting raped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are forced into this whole other state of being, wether you like it or not, with no real benefits, no pleasure, just the knowledged that you have lost something really important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does a rape victim gain, huh? I don't know. I can't think of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I feel I have been age-raped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets look back at all the age mile-stones in life. Well, my life to be exact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When youre 1, you celebrate having survived a year of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When youre 2, you learn to walk, talk. Yes, I was fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're 3, you earn the badge of "Toddler".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're 4, you travelled with your parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're 5, you can read, write. You were being toilet trained and had to wear your dads shorts as punishment for peeing in your pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're 6, You're in your final year at kindergarten. You're growing up. You can't wait to be in primary school. You got you''re first major recital of a Quranic verse in English which you spent months preparing for, but screwed up because of stage fright. You hate one of your uncles for calling you fat all the time. 3of4 of his children now are FAT. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're 7, You start primary school, with the big kids. A kid runs and knocks you down onto the rough concrete road and you lay there stunned. Breaks your nose and it bleeds alot. You discover Enid Blyton - your mother bought you a whole set of her books. You make your first penpal from England called Dorothy who drew you an apple tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're 8, you shift houses. You make new friends. You start getting bullied. Its you're first time forgetting to do homework and getting punished for it. You're uncle drives you to school late all the time and you get publicly canned by the head mistress. You stood up to her and refused to get canned once. The big kids salute you. You always forget your homework. Youre form teacher is a cranky old man who punishes his students by hitting their hands with wooden rulers, sometimes, a few tied together. You make you're first best friend - a new girl in your class. You buy, sell and collect stickers. You finished reading your first book in fine fonts - The Tin Soldier. You got questioned about the spending habits of a friend. Turns out she was stealing money from her piggy bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're 9, you got top 5 in class after lots of hard work and scoldings. You survived the fevers you get from exam phobia, and it paid off. Youre friend asked you to return her money you borrowed and you gave her a lecture about how she should owe you money because of all the nice things you have done for her. She gave you $2 which is alot for a 9 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're 10, you discover dancing. You trip in the bathroom once and broke your nose again and cut your lip. You lay there, stunned, watching blood travel all the way to the drain until your mother comes in and forces you up. You wore a red shirt on the first day of tryouts instead of our school uniform and you lied that your mom wanted you to change so she could send you to the doctor afterwards. You have bad grades from reading in class instead of paying attention because you lost focus when the teachers complained that you asked too many questions. You vowed to be very quiet. You developed a penchant for sweet treats. You volunteered to help the malay teacher with her things everyday from the teachers room to the classroom. You still remember her name. Cikgu Haslinda. You secretly called her Cicak Kobeng coz shes SUPER SKINNY, and sometimes mean to you. You were put on a fruit diet because you were TOO FAT. You dropped to 45kg, which is the lightest you have ever been since hitting 9. You received a little porcelain teddybear on a train which you still keep. You start torturing your siblings, literally. You first called your sister a bitch. It was the year that started of your troubled streak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're entire life up till then, all the adults thought you were cute and very smart. Eloquent, inquisitive, quick, with lots of potential. Potential for what? You didn't like the word potential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would go on with 11 - till now, but I'm a little tired. Thats a decade of my life in a nutshell for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might go on with the 2nd half of my life after lunch. It depends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tata for now~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1461410700465448796?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1461410700465448796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/isnt-it-odd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1461410700465448796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1461410700465448796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/isnt-it-odd.html' title='Isn&apos;t it odd..'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2862218356898762258</id><published>2009-12-10T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:08:22.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scent</title><content type='html'>I received a link to this very interesting article about scent and its roll in forming relationships. Since I am at work and thus do not have much time to elaborate, Ill just paste the most interesting oart of the article. Read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Scent is our most basic and primitive sense and our noses, more than any other&lt;br /&gt;sense we possess are best wired to tell us whether the person we are with is a&lt;br /&gt;good match. Trusting your sense of smell to pick the right partner for you is&lt;br /&gt;built into our biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you understand about the essential&lt;br /&gt;truth of compatibility as a reflection of scent, the more that you will want to&lt;br /&gt;be around your next boyfriend before he showers and shaves. Physical attraction&lt;br /&gt;itself may literally be based on smell. We discount the importance of&lt;br /&gt;scent-centric communication only because it operates on such a subtle level.&lt;br /&gt;Although we are often oblivious to the scent signals we are sending and&lt;br /&gt;receiving, these subconscious messages are designed to not only help us choose a&lt;br /&gt;partner with whom we have the potential of creating healthy offspring, but scent&lt;br /&gt;compatibility also predicts relationships longevity and faithfulness in a&lt;br /&gt;relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sense of smell and what attracts or repels us is&lt;br /&gt;blueprinted in our immunological gene structure called the MHC. Every individual&lt;br /&gt;has their own genetic scent makeup which is as unique as their fingerprint.&lt;br /&gt;What’s more, when it comes to reproduction, the healthiest progeny comes from&lt;br /&gt;two individuals whose MHC is most distinct and different from each other. This&lt;br /&gt;assures that any offspring has the widest range of immune function and therefore&lt;br /&gt;is the most disease resistant. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-2862218356898762258?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2862218356898762258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/scent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2862218356898762258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2862218356898762258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/scent.html' title='Scent'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-949248145682034624</id><published>2009-12-10T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:54:00.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jas</title><content type='html'>Jas said it was aggressive at first and then passive=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-949248145682034624?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/949248145682034624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/jas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/949248145682034624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/949248145682034624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/jas.html' title='Jas'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-3706499208482085544</id><published>2009-12-10T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T02:15:16.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My passive-aggressive email. Watcha think?</title><content type='html'>Hi all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who will be turning up and who wont and frankly at this moment, I don't really care coz ur not supposed to beg people to come for a party right? Thats very loserish, SO, I leave it up to you if you want to/don't want to/ can/can't turn up, just please don't tell me so I don't have to be dissapointed before hand okay? Lets just imagine everyone is turning up. I do know based on FB statistics that 13 people have confirmed attendance but I wont be suprised if it turns out that only 3 people or for that matter no one turns up and I end up karaoke-ing alone because the point of doing the party is to have fun and im gonna have fun wether anyone else wants to share it with me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being unfair to those who really can't make it, neither am I putting anyone who just dosent want to come on a guilt trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have money to spend, then we can all just hang out at the beach or west coast(got playground). Thats free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want people to come, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, supposedly we should meet at Bugis Junction at 2.30pm on the 19th but I know so many people have empty pockets so I'm suggesting East or West Coast. We can splash around in the water and play ball games and rollerblade and stuff and for those of you who dont like the sun, you can come at night when we go somewhere to eat. Hows that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, ignore this email, why don't you. Yeah I'm just having a shitty day and I'm taking it out on everyone and also cause I have this preconceived notion that people wont reply and will end up changing their minds at the last minute or you know, like suddenly have to attend something after theyve promised and stuff like that. I'm not saying I dont do that too, i mean we're all human right? So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISSAPOINT ME. DONT TURN UP =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not phishing for presents or anything, really im not i just want to hang out with you guys and have a proper birthday party once cause honestly ive never had a party with friends except that one time my lecturer had a xmas party and put my name in when i told her it was my birthday (yeah i know LOSER) cause everytime i make one, noone turns up so HAHAHAHAHAHA you know and i end up dragging people to come so you know this should just tell you how bad i am at organising parties coz i do have dinner with my family and my bffs turn up at my house but you know, itll be nice to have a decent party for once without anyone complaining about something or another. I have another one i planned in the lineup but im getting bad feedback for that one too. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD WHAT AM I DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGNORE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a loser. gaaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now everyone is either gonna hate me or pity me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i even wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i send this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see if my finger pushes the mouse over the button and clicks SEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prolly i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no editing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-3706499208482085544?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3706499208482085544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-passive-aggressive-email-watcha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3706499208482085544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3706499208482085544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-passive-aggressive-email-watcha.html' title='My passive-aggressive email. Watcha think?'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-5794945324127839637</id><published>2009-12-10T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:45:05.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/urxGJRu1pRY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/urxGJRu1pRY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCETON:&lt;br /&gt;Why does everything have to be so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARY COLEMAN:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll never find your purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS EVE:&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCETON:&lt;br /&gt;But then- I don't know why I'm even alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATE MONSTER:&lt;br /&gt;Well, who does, really?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's a little bit unsatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIAN:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes 'round a little empty inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARY COLEMAN:&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath,&lt;br /&gt;Look around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIAN:&lt;br /&gt;Swallow your pride,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATE MONSTER:&lt;br /&gt;FOr now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIAN, KATE, GARY, CHRISTMAS EVE:&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;Full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS EVE:&lt;br /&gt;You're going to have to make a few compromises...&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TREKKIE MONSTER:&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL:&lt;br /&gt;But only for now! (For now)&lt;br /&gt;Only for now! (For now)&lt;br /&gt;Only for now! (For now)&lt;br /&gt;Only for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCY:&lt;br /&gt;For now we're healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIAN:&lt;br /&gt;For now we're employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD IDEA BEARS:&lt;br /&gt;For now we're happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATE MONSTER:&lt;br /&gt;If not overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCETON:&lt;br /&gt;And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid, for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARY COLEMAN:&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TREKKIE MONSTER:&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATE MONSTER:&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL:&lt;br /&gt;But only for now! (For now)&lt;br /&gt;Only for now! (For now)&lt;br /&gt;Only for now! (For now)&lt;br /&gt;Only for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only for now!&lt;br /&gt;(For now there's life!)&lt;br /&gt;Only for now!&lt;br /&gt;(For now there's love!)&lt;br /&gt;Only for now!&lt;br /&gt;(For now there's work!)&lt;br /&gt;For now there's happiness!&lt;br /&gt;But only for now!&lt;br /&gt;(For now discomfort!)&lt;br /&gt;Only for now!&lt;br /&gt;(For now there's friendship!)&lt;br /&gt;Only for now (For now!)&lt;br /&gt;Only for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only for now! (Sex!)&lt;br /&gt;Is only for now! (Your hair!)&lt;br /&gt;Is only for now! (George Bush!)&lt;br /&gt;Is only for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress,&lt;br /&gt;Relax,&lt;br /&gt;Let life roll off your backs&lt;br /&gt;Except for death and paying taxes,&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life is only for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;Each time you smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL:&lt;br /&gt;...Only for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATE MONSTER:&lt;br /&gt;It'll only last a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL:&lt;br /&gt;...Only for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCETON:&lt;br /&gt;Life may be scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL:&lt;br /&gt;...Only for now&lt;br /&gt;But it's only temporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba-dum ba-dum&lt;br /&gt;Ba-dum ba-dum&lt;br /&gt;Ba dum ba-dum&lt;br /&gt;Ba-da da da da&lt;br /&gt;ba-da da-da da da-da&lt;br /&gt;Ba-dum ba-da, ba-dum ba-da&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCETON:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Everything in life is only for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-5794945324127839637?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5794945324127839637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5794945324127839637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/5794945324127839637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-now.html' title='For Now'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-8235137981711731292</id><published>2009-12-10T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:02:16.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_v1rUNlmIc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_v1rUNlmIc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I hate myself today.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what’s happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my face today.&lt;br /&gt;I think I look so shitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some sweat everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not even shaved.&lt;br /&gt;My hair all greasy.&lt;br /&gt;I look disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are glued.&lt;br /&gt;My lips are chapped.&lt;br /&gt;My legs are prickling.&lt;br /&gt;And plus I’m stinky today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I date someone with a face like that?&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re gunna dump me again,&lt;br /&gt;And I am gunna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz you want a perfect girl,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not what you expect.&lt;br /&gt;You want a perfect girl,&lt;br /&gt;And I look shitty today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Maybe I should put some makeup,&lt;br /&gt;And find some crazy outfits.&lt;br /&gt;But I am very tired today&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t care if I’m not pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Should be like these girls,&lt;br /&gt;Skinny and great all the time.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still wearing my slippers&lt;br /&gt;And eat all the candies at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep more,&lt;br /&gt;And stop going out everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I should focus more,&lt;br /&gt;And stop complaining today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,&lt;br /&gt;How can I date someone with a face like that?&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re gunna dump me again,&lt;br /&gt;And I am gunna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you want a perfect girl,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;You want a perfect girl,&lt;br /&gt;And I look shitty today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,&lt;br /&gt;how can I date someone with a face like that?&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re gunna dump me,&lt;br /&gt;And I am gunna cry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-8235137981711731292?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8235137981711731292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/shitty-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8235137981711731292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/8235137981711731292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/shitty-today.html' title='Shitty Today...'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-3581491191165757336</id><published>2009-12-08T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:09:42.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0Z-ksH-7h0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0Z-ksH-7h0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hold me too close&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hurt me too deep&lt;br /&gt;Somebody sit in my chair&lt;br /&gt;And ruin my sleep&lt;br /&gt;And make me aware of being alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being Alive..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody need me too much &lt;em&gt;(somebody need me too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Somebody know me too well  &lt;em&gt;(somebody know me too well)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pull me up short&lt;br /&gt;And put me through hell&lt;br /&gt;And give me support for being alive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make me alive, Make me alive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make me confused&lt;br /&gt;Mock me with praise, let me be used&lt;br /&gt;Vary my days, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but alone &lt;em&gt;(make me confused)&lt;/em&gt; is alone &lt;em&gt;(mock me with praise),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but alone &lt;em&gt;(let me be used, vary my days)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;being alive, being alive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hold me too close&lt;br /&gt;Somebody force me to care&lt;br /&gt;Somebody make me come through&lt;br /&gt;Ill always be there&lt;br /&gt;As frightened as you of being alive,&lt;br /&gt;Being alive, being alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody crowd me with love&lt;br /&gt;Somebody force me to care&lt;br /&gt;Somebody make me come through&lt;br /&gt;Ill always be there&lt;br /&gt;As frightened as you to help us survive,&lt;br /&gt;Being alive, being alive, being alive, being alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sondheim as performed in Putting it Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-3581491191165757336?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3581491191165757336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3581491191165757336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3581491191165757336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-alive.html' title='Being Alive'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1133583608310732357</id><published>2009-12-07T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:11:39.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But sometimes he says hi back=)</title><content type='html'>I keep telling myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't talk to him!! Don't talk to him!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally get the courage to say something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes offline. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you Music Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I keep falling for Musical Boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1133583608310732357?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1133583608310732357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-sometimes-he-says-hi-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1133583608310732357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1133583608310732357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-sometimes-he-says-hi-back.html' title='But sometimes he says hi back=)'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-9203031173197624437</id><published>2009-12-06T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T08:04:42.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name meaning from Urban Dict.com</title><content type='html'>My fav would be numero uno=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table id="entries" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; width: 465px; margin-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;td class="index" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; color: black; padding-right: 10px; width: 20px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://alia.urbanup.com/2716108" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;1.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="word" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: black; "&gt;alia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tools" id="tools_2716108"   style="  text-align: right; white-space: nowrap; line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="status"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" onclick="Thumbs.userClickedUp(2716108); return false" style="color: black; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;149&lt;/b&gt; up&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" onclick="Thumbs.userClickedDown(2716108); return false" style="color: black; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;37&lt;/b&gt; down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="thumbs"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" id="thumbs_up_2716108" style="color: rgb(14, 66, 108); "&gt;&lt;img alt="love it" src="http://static2.urbandictionary.com/images/thumbsup.gif?1260095281" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; padding-left: 3px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" id="thumbs_down_2716108" style="color: rgb(14, 66, 108); "&gt;&lt;img alt="hate it" src="http://static0.urbandictionary.com/images/thumbsdown.gif?1260095281" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; padding-left: 3px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="favorite" style="margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_2716108" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-right: 15px; line-height: 1.8; padding-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="zazzle_links" style="color: rgb(237, 101, 35); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/zazzle.products.php?defid=2716108" style="color: white; display: inline-block; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 4px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 3px; background-color: rgb(237, 101, 35); "&gt;&lt;span class="zazzle_link_text"&gt;buy alia mugs, tshirts and magnets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;by far, the most beautiful woman ever to exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;Alia is hella cool, without a doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="greenery" style="color: rgb(131, 178, 132); line-height: 1.9em; cursor: default; margin-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=wooo" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;wooo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=awesome" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;awesome&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=totally" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;totally&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=word" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;word&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=jesus" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;jesus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/author.php?author=FROOOOO%21" class="author hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;FROOOOO!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="date"&gt;Nov 28, 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" id="share_this_2716108" onclick="emailer.toggle($(&amp;quot;share_this_2716108&amp;quot;), &amp;quot;http://alia.urbanup.com/2716108&amp;quot;, 2716108, &amp;quot;http://twitter.com/home?status=alia%20-%20by%20far%2C%20the%20most%20beautiful%20woman%20ever%20to%20exist%20-%20http%3A%2F%2Furbanup.com%2F2716108&amp;quot;); return false;" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;share this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;td class="index" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; color: black; padding-right: 10px; width: 20px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://alia.urbanup.com/2764852" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;2.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="word" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: black; "&gt;Alia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tools" id="tools_2764852"   style="  text-align: right; white-space: nowrap; line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="status"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" onclick="Thumbs.userClickedUp(2764852); return false" style="color: black; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;68&lt;/b&gt; up&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" onclick="Thumbs.userClickedDown(2764852); return false" style="color: black; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt; down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="thumbs"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" id="thumbs_up_2764852" style="color: rgb(14, 66, 108); "&gt;&lt;img alt="love it" src="http://static2.urbandictionary.com/images/thumbsup.gif?1260095281" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; padding-left: 3px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" id="thumbs_down_2764852" style="color: rgb(14, 66, 108); "&gt;&lt;img alt="hate it" src="http://static0.urbandictionary.com/images/thumbsdown.gif?1260095281" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; padding-left: 3px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="favorite" style="margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_2764852" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-right: 15px; line-height: 1.8; padding-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="zazzle_links" style="color: rgb(237, 101, 35); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/zazzle.products.php?defid=2764852" style="color: white; display: inline-block; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 4px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 3px; background-color: rgb(237, 101, 35); "&gt;&lt;span class="zazzle_link_text"&gt;buy alia mugs, tshirts and magnets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;An Arabic name meaning lofty or sublime. This is a girl name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;She is quite lofty. It makes sense that she was named Alia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="greenery" style="color: rgb(131, 178, 132); line-height: 1.9em; cursor: default; margin-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;alia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=allah" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;allah&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=arabic" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;arabic&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ali" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;ali&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=aleah" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;aleah&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=aliyah" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;aliyah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/author.php?author=Alia+Chloe" class="author hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Alia Chloe&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="date"&gt;Dec 29, 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" id="share_this_2764852" onclick="emailer.toggle($(&amp;quot;share_this_2764852&amp;quot;), &amp;quot;http://alia.urbanup.com/2764852&amp;quot;, 2764852, &amp;quot;http://twitter.com/home?status=Alia%20-%20An%20Arabic%20name%20meaning%20lofty%20or%20sublime.%20This%20is%20a%20girl%20name.%20-%20http%3A%2F%2Furbanup.com%2F2764852&amp;quot;); return false;" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;share this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;td class="index" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; color: black; padding-right: 10px; width: 20px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://alia.urbanup.com/1305824" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;3.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="word" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: black; "&gt;Alia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tools" id="tools_1305824"   style="  text-align: right; white-space: nowrap; line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="status"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" onclick="Thumbs.userClickedUp(1305824); return false" style="color: black; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;62&lt;/b&gt; up&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" onclick="Thumbs.userClickedDown(1305824); return false" style="color: black; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;34&lt;/b&gt; down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="thumbs"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" id="thumbs_up_1305824" style="color: rgb(14, 66, 108); "&gt;&lt;img alt="love it" src="http://static2.urbandictionary.com/images/thumbsup.gif?1260095281" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; padding-left: 3px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" id="thumbs_down_1305824" style="color: rgb(14, 66, 108); "&gt;&lt;img alt="hate it" src="http://static0.urbandictionary.com/images/thumbsdown.gif?1260095281" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; padding-left: 3px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="favorite" style="margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_1305824" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-right: 15px; line-height: 1.8; padding-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="zazzle_links" style="color: rgb(237, 101, 35); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/zazzle.products.php?defid=1305824" style="color: white; display: inline-block; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 4px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 3px; background-color: rgb(237, 101, 35); "&gt;&lt;span class="zazzle_link_text"&gt;buy alia mugs, tshirts and magnets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;The sister of Paul Atreides from the novel Dune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Alia pawns all you n00bs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="greenery" style="color: rgb(131, 178, 132); line-height: 1.9em; cursor: default; margin-bottom: 5px; "&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/author.php?author=Aliah" class="author hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Aliah&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="date"&gt;Jun 7, 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" id="share_this_1305824" onclick="emailer.toggle($(&amp;quot;share_this_1305824&amp;quot;), &amp;quot;http://alia.urbanup.com/1305824&amp;quot;, 1305824, &amp;quot;http://twitter.com/home?status=Alia%20-%20The%20sister%20of%20Paul%20Atreides%20from%20the%20novel%20Dune.%20-%20http%3A%2F%2Furbanup.com%2F1305824&amp;quot;); return false;" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;share this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;td class="index" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; color: black; padding-right: 10px; width: 20px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://alia.urbanup.com/3201850" style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; "&gt;4.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="word" style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; color: black; "&gt;Alia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tools" id="tools_3201850"   style="  text-align: right; white-space: nowrap; line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="status"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" onclick="Thumbs.userClickedUp(3201850); return false" style="color: black; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; up&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" onclick="Thumbs.userClickedDown(3201850); return false" style="color: black; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;47&lt;/b&gt; down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="thumbs"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" id="thumbs_up_3201850" style="color: rgb(14, 66, 108); "&gt;&lt;img alt="love it" src="http://static2.urbandictionary.com/images/thumbsup.gif?1260095281" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; padding-left: 3px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" id="thumbs_down_3201850" style="color: rgb(14, 66, 108); "&gt;&lt;img alt="hate it" src="http://static0.urbandictionary.com/images/thumbsdown.gif?1260095281" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; padding-left: 3px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="favorite" style="margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" id="entry_3201850" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-right: 15px; line-height: 1.8; padding-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="zazzle_links" style="color: rgb(237, 101, 35); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/zazzle.products.php?defid=3201850" style="color: white; display: inline-block; text-decoration: none; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 4px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 3px; background-color: rgb(237, 101, 35); "&gt;&lt;span class="zazzle_link_text"&gt;buy alia mugs, tshirts and magnets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;1. A thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;2. A tease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. A large woman who loves to make hummus from a bo&lt;/span&gt;x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;bloody&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;1. "HOLY COW! DID YOU ALIA THIS CAR?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="font-style: italic; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Dude, trust me, she's just gonna Alia you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "ALIA! WHAT IS THIS BOX!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="greenery" style="color: rgb(131, 178, 132); line-height: 1.9em; cursor: default; margin-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;alia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=thief" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;thief&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=tease" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;tease&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hummus" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;hummus&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=box" class="hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/author.php?author=MXZ776" class="author hoverable_entry" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;MXZ776&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="date"&gt;Jul 10, 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=alia#" id="share_this_3201850" onclick="emailer.toggle($(&amp;quot;share_this_3201850&amp;quot;), &amp;quot;http://alia.urbanup.com/3201850&amp;quot;, 3201850, &amp;quot;http://twitter.com/home?status=Alia%20-%201.%20A%20thief%0D%0A%0D%0A2.%20A%20tease%0D%0A%0D%0A3.%20A%20large%20woman%20who%20loves%20to%20make%20hummus%20from%20a%20box%20-%20http%3A%2F%2Furbanup.com%2F3201850&amp;quot;); return false;" style="color: rgb(251, 255, 234); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(102, 152, 203); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;share this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/bloody&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-9203031173197624437?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/9203031173197624437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-name-meaning-from-urban-dictcom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/9203031173197624437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/9203031173197624437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-name-meaning-from-urban-dictcom.html' title='My name meaning from Urban Dict.com'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-3189762750451477889</id><published>2009-12-05T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:13:09.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!</title><content type='html'>I have ust finished posting LOTS AND LOTS OF PICTURES onto FB.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone likes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alia&lt;3&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/5393411710375300436-3189762750451477889?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3189762750451477889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3189762750451477889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3189762750451477889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay.html' title='YAY!!'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-526481660593745666</id><published>2009-12-04T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:55:01.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 22px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do i keep doing such foolish things&lt;/div&gt;i know in my head, but why is my heart rebelling&lt;br /&gt;i'm holding on to you and can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;it still feels like you're next to me.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe in farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter who i meet, i can't open up one part of my heart and i keep your place empty&lt;br /&gt;there's no reason for you come back, but why do i keep thinking that you might come back&lt;br /&gt;why isn't my heart listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This has nothing to do at all with my current situation in life, but I like the lyrics cause it reminds me of someone, and I dedicate this to taht person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Saturday mornings are for refLECTION. i am not at work coz i have to help out at a family thing soon that im not gooing to say incase i jinx it.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aLia&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/5393411710375300436-526481660593745666?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/526481660593745666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/526481660593745666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/526481660593745666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1960289804649565125</id><published>2009-12-04T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:41:08.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes.</title><content type='html'>I can go on like this all morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1960289804649565125?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1960289804649565125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1960289804649565125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1960289804649565125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes.html' title='yes.'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2194021700899146456</id><published>2009-12-04T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:40:46.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh.</title><content type='html'>I wonder if he gets all those subtle hints?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe thats why hes ignoring me more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes thats the story of my life. Who wants  to love a sumo-sized teddy huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To everyone who thinks this was what I cried about yesterday, ITS NOT OKAY. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I've forgotten everything. I only remember when I stood at the gates and Ning picked up, I was so happy someone picked up, I choked and it started to pour. I spent sometime breathing hard and trying to catch my breath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dosent happen to me often anymore, but when it does, its cause something big is going on inside my head. I dont cry for no reason. I dont fall into fits of major fury for no reason. I dont call people up for no reason. Theres always a reason. Sometimes i dont say it, cause I'm afraid youd think it was so small, its not worth paying attention to. Sometimes I dont say it cause I'm afraid youd hink I'm a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Alia is very insecure underneath it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid. But If you knew me well, you'd know I was strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm an anachronism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I juxtapose myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an analogy of life that you can quote at any moment and find relevance to the situation because, my friend, I am me, and sometimes, its easy but sometimes its difficult but I love it just the same even though I hate it sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If my psychologist cant even understand me, who ever will?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-2194021700899146456?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2194021700899146456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/meh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2194021700899146456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2194021700899146456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/meh.html' title='Meh.'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-7013471535517380926</id><published>2009-12-04T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:26:48.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.</title><content type='html'>I just read his blog?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate him. I hate him so much it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish all those songs were for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime you play a pretty song, I pretend its for me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats what we are all about my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall do photoshop therapy to release all my negative thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7013471535517380926?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7013471535517380926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7013471535517380926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7013471535517380926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/no.html' title='No.'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2474965618694168287</id><published>2009-12-04T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:52:57.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny chat with ah bry, the non believer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:31:49 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ugh i  is sleepy =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:31:56 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;why you up late bry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:32:00 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;hahah go sleep then :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:32:02 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;studying :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:32:02 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;msning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:32:58 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hahaha i dont want to go to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:33:01 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i might miss outr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:33:04 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;on something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:33:09 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:33:12 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;so late already hahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:33:51 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;haahaha yeah but still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:34:12 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;like...i dont know something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:34:21 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;likeeeee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:34:21 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:35:20 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i dont know bry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:35:24 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;something epic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:35:25 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:35:38 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;its all irrqational things up in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:35:39 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:35:42 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;wad epic thing could happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:35:47 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;so late at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:37:19 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;like, i dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:37:24 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;a fairy could appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:37:31 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;they operate at night, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:37:32 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:38:55 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;oh yes i just thought abt an epic thing taht could happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:39:09 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;the news comes out that robert pattinson is ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:39:13 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;and kristen stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:39:23 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;is only hanging ard to carry his baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:42:23 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;hahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:42:24 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:42:32 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;yeh tooth fairies operate at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:45:19 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;haha and so doees santa claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:45:26 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i came up with this theory that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:45:34 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;to complete all the houses around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:45:59 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;santa does prelimenary runs in asian countries during th cooler nights and leaves presents at secret places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:46:10 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;so we all get presents all over the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:46:12 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;xDxD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:46:33 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;hahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:46:37 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:46:40 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;he doesnt exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:46:41 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:47:03 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ahhh bry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:47:28 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it is people like you that make it harder for him to travel aound the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:47:47 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:47:59 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;havent you heard that hes switched to using a wish-powered slow as compare to the reindeers to reduce carbon emmission in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:48:09 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;if people dont believe in him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Alia - I listen to the Harry Potter theme song while doing homework because I want to feel like Hermione Granger. says: (12:48:29 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;how would he operate his wish sleigh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:49:07 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:49:15 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;he should make himself appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bryan. I think you could save my life says: (12:49:21 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;so everyone will believe in him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;===============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This coversation was actually taken pretty seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you didnt know me, you'd think I was doing Pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister says, talking to me and listening to my logic is like taking a speed trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alia&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/5393411710375300436-2474965618694168287?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2474965618694168287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny-chat-with-ah-bry-non-believer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2474965618694168287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/2474965618694168287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny-chat-with-ah-bry-non-believer.html' title='funny chat with ah bry, the non believer'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-947764462997310904</id><published>2009-12-02T21:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:26:51.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BsO-V6bqiDE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BsO-V6bqiDE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame It on the Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got looks that books take pages to tell&lt;br /&gt;He's got a face to make you fall on your knees&lt;br /&gt;He's got money in the bank to thank and I guess&lt;br /&gt;You could think he's livin' at ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers on the open shore -- what's the matter&lt;br /&gt;When you're sitting there with so much more -- what's the matter&lt;br /&gt;While you're wondering what the hell to be&lt;br /&gt;Are you wishing you were ugly like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the girls who know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on your mother for the things she said&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on your father but you know he's dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the girls&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the boys&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the girls&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life could be simple but you never fail&lt;br /&gt;To complicate it every single time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have children and a wife, a perfect little life&lt;br /&gt;But you blow it on a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a baby you're a stubborn child -- what's the matter&lt;br /&gt;Always looking for an axe to grind -- what's the matter&lt;br /&gt;While you're wondering what the hell to do&lt;br /&gt;We were wishing we were lucky like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the girls who know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on your mother for the things she said&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on your father but you know he's dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the girls&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the boys&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the girls&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life could be simple but you never fail&lt;br /&gt;To complicate it every single time&lt;br /&gt;You could have children and a wife, a perfect little life&lt;br /&gt;But you blow it on a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the girls&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the boys&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the girls&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alia &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-947764462997310904?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/947764462997310904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/blame-it-on-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/947764462997310904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/947764462997310904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/blame-it-on-girls.html' title='Blame it on the girls'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-50614512179679170</id><published>2009-12-01T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:10:12.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to my heartbeat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKtvDv7eykg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKtvDv7eykg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMANIZATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Heartbeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you feel my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niga jitbalbgo ddeonan shimjangi&lt;br /&gt;ajikdo ddwigo issuh&lt;br /&gt;geugutdo neoleul hyanghae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ijeulyeogo amooli nolyukhaebwado&lt;br /&gt;saelowoon saramdeuleun amoori mannabado&lt;br /&gt;gaesok dashi ddo dashi dolaseomyun wae ni senggakman naneunji&lt;br /&gt;an hallae geuman hallae&lt;br /&gt;amoori nae jashineul dallaego ddo dallae bwado&lt;br /&gt;amoo soyoungi ubssuh nae shimjangi gojangna bulyusseo wae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wae ajikdo naneun ilun babo gateun jisheul haneunji&lt;br /&gt;meolilon algetneundae gaseumeun wae ji mamdaelonji&lt;br /&gt;nuleul jabgo nochileul mot hae jigeumdo niga na eh gyuttae&lt;br /&gt;itneun gut gattae ibyuleul mitji mot hae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nogool mannado maeum sok han gotseun yulji mot hago gaesok ni jalil biweonwa&lt;br /&gt;ol liga ubneundae oljido moleundago wae mitneunji gaseumi wae maleul an deutni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;ggeutnatdaneun gul ajikdo molla wae ileoneunji ihaega an ga&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;nuh eh senggakae ajikdo apa gaseumi ddwilddae mada senggakna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ijeoya hae ijeoya salsoo issuh&lt;br /&gt;jiweo beolyuh yaman hae an geulyeomyun naega jooguh&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to get her back. she ain't coming.&lt;br /&gt;she's gone, gotta be moving on&lt;br /&gt;gassuh ji ana geunyun ni senggak haji ana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geunyuh neun naega gidalineun gul junhyuh moleun chae jal salgo issuh&lt;br /&gt;geunyuh neun imi nal ijussuh wanjunhi jiwussuh wae naneun geuleokae mot hani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;ggeutnatdaneun gul ajikdo molla wae ileoneunji ihaega an ga&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;nuh eh senggakae ajikdo apa gaseumi ddwilddae mada senggakna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is beating faster and faster (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSLATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Heartbeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you feel my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart that you stepped all over and left&lt;br /&gt;is still beating. and it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i try to forget&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many new people i meet&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep thinking of only you when i turn around&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to do this anymore. i want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times i try and try to stop myself&lt;br /&gt;it's no use. my heart is broken. why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep doing such foolish things&lt;br /&gt;i know in my head, but why is my heart rebelling&lt;br /&gt;i'm holding on to you and can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;it still feels like you're next to me.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe in farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter who i meet, i can't open up one part of my heart and i keep your place empty&lt;br /&gt;there's no reason for you come back, but why do i keep thinking that you might come back&lt;br /&gt;why isn't my heart listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;don't i know that it's over. i don't understand why i'm like this&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;it still hurts thinking of you. i think of you every time my heart beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to forget. i have to forget in order to live&lt;br /&gt;i have to erase it. if i don't, i'll die&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to get her back. she ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;she's gone, gotta be moving on&lt;br /&gt;she left. she won't come back. she doesn't think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't know that i'm waiting for her, she's doing well&lt;br /&gt;she already forgot about me, totally erased me.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's beating for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartbeat. it's waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is beating faster and faster (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: crazykyootie @ soompi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-50614512179679170?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/50614512179679170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/12/listen-to-my-heartbeat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/50614512179679170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you like the last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Cause that last part in the video where she shows him the sign and he shows an identical one back is just SO SWEET. I wish that could happen to me someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;dark brown i suppose. One eye looks really black though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed?&lt;br /&gt;In the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?&lt;br /&gt;Fully trust? These people might probably get weirded out to see their names here, but yeah=) Riduan, Eugene, Shilton, Han, Roy=)Okay truth is i trust lots of people, but I trust these guys the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would your name be without the first three letters?&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you touched not computer-related?&lt;br /&gt;My black eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colors are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Grey, red, black, purple, dark blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You currently in a fight with someone?&lt;br /&gt;No, suprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly knew?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an older brother?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Lotsa times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you look at the keyboard when you type?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;The ambiotic sounds of mornings at home with the cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you laugh a lot?&lt;br /&gt;YES. I call it a chuckle mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time but I think my stretched skin is now numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?&lt;br /&gt;A succesful flirting escapade. HAHA but no seriously, A big big big hug=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a boat?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Hello? Sea Mans daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you gave a hug to?&lt;br /&gt;Hui Qi, when she left yesterday=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about the shirt/shirts you’re wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Its my grey company shirt with the collar and letterings in red. Its my first time wearing it and its a little tight around the boobs and the tum, but then again, most things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are home alone do you still close the door when you shower?&lt;br /&gt;Eh honestly sometimes no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have plans for today?&lt;br /&gt;Go to the dr, get meds and an mc, go to work, finish tansy's thing which i have to pass to her by this evening, go home, SLEEP. I feel SUPER groggy even though i had a good amount of sleep last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you took a nap?&lt;br /&gt;I dont take naps. I SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was on your mind most today?&lt;br /&gt;How cool they are, and how my head is hurting and how i still need to go to work and finish tansys work which i should have finished last weekend but i was too busy configuring maams xmas card, doing the xmas tree, doin garys stuff etc. But then again this is my fault for not organising myself properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;br /&gt;Im very vocal and expressive. If I hide my feelings, I might just suffer another mental lapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What instant messaging service do you use?&lt;br /&gt;MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take for you to fall asleep at night?&lt;br /&gt;really depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings? Do you get along?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. 3 other siblings. Quite well I think. 3 of us like kpop, 3 of us like jpop, 3 of us like musicals, 3 of us listen to oldies and weird kida songs, 2 of us play board games and tai ti. and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you drinking?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you could go back 8 months and change something, would you?&lt;br /&gt;No, really I wont. I'm a better person because of those last 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you’re wearing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;No. I dont tend to plan that far. Live for the moment you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who smokes weed?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were kicked out of your house, where would you go first?&lt;br /&gt;I answered this before but I think I change my mind. I'd go to the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it bother you when people get drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sometimes. Tipsy is one thing, drunk is another. Sometimes, I'm ashamed to be around them when theyre drunk. People do and say things, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone that will text you and you smile instantly?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. More than one person actually, but I can't name them=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you liked them?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I usually find a way to either tell it to their faces or sneak it in as an honest, innocent compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself lucky?&lt;br /&gt;To still be alive, thinking, breathing, to have a decent paying loving job and a wonderful family, I feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connection between you and the last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;Colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you cry right now?&lt;br /&gt;No. My head hurts too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad at someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;No. I cant think of why i should be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking?&lt;br /&gt;rarely. i often say everything thats on my mind, and thats really quite alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;...Sutra? Theres a book on it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think anyone is missing you right now?&lt;br /&gt;People tell me they miss me often, but I really wonder if they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you really want?&lt;br /&gt;Balance. I need balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay with the life you live?&lt;br /&gt;To a certain extent, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like hugs?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. I live to hug. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a fear of taking tests when you are not prepared?&lt;br /&gt;I have exam phobia. I fear tests in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think anyone has feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;Be specific. Feelings of like? As in really like me? Id like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;Nadia Umaira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night?&lt;br /&gt;12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing in 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Resting, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Just one? Little Adil Ahmad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you supposed to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Tansy's work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?&lt;br /&gt;Ah im not sure. My brain hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend you can tell stuff to and you're sure they won't tell?&lt;br /&gt;Definately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you sleep without blankets covering you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone liked you right now would you want them to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Who dosen't want to know that someone likes them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your bedroom floor right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, bags, art material, dustbunnies...lotsa stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you don't ever want to be out of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;I love cuddling. In fact, its in my likes on fb...xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Dec outings that i have planned=D Not looking forward to empty pocket though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;So i was told...But who knows right? Someone could be pulling my leg somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last text was from who?&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Thia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Bartender - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing jeans right now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person to hurt you, ever apologize?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I pointed it out and then the person thought over it and said sorry and we hugged and made up=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you nap today?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Bad bad bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months without cheating?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want your Belly-Button Pierced?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing an hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;At the doctors, waiting my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mean to people?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some people. Sometimes I'm mean on purpose, sometimes im just fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get mad easily?&lt;br /&gt;It runs int he blood. But I cool off quite easily too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you cute?&lt;br /&gt;Nadia=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you honestly say that you're okay right now?&lt;br /&gt;No. My head hurts, I dont know what to do about tansys thing, my nasal orifice is swollen, I am having self-image issues...I want to be hugged and cuddled NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will next Friday be a good one?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but I hope tomorrow will be=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you know that deserves to get hit?&lt;br /&gt;By a car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did your last text say and who was it from?&lt;br /&gt;It was from Michelle, telling me to take it easy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer girlfriend/ boyfriend or Friends with benefits?&lt;br /&gt;Id prefer a serious relationship, but no one seems to want one with me HAHA so I'm surviving on fwb's for now.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer warm or cold weather?&lt;br /&gt;Cold. No...Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What mood are you in right now?&lt;br /&gt;Shitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone got on your nerves today?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many texts are in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;194&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can last for an hour without talking?&lt;br /&gt;I have done that, but it is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone put their arms around you in the past 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;Yes=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your toenails painted?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair longer than your shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will ever get married?&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I will. My family will be so happy. Everyones just waiting for me to get married for some odd reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. 7 cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish someone would call you?&lt;br /&gt;YES. just to hear that persons voice would be nice and healing, methinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you throw up do you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I hate throwing up. I used to do that alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something that confuses you?&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people do certain things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all change, right?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, over time. But we never really do, actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you fell asleep watching a movie?&lt;br /&gt;I dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever sang to you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. As in, properly=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever color your hair brown?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Itd clash with my skin colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to disappoint you?&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;This is a good one. Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made a hole in the wall?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Accidentally. But it wasnt a very strong wall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know someone in jail?&lt;br /&gt;Who used to be in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses or contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Glasses. Cant wear contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you'd rather be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Id rather be swimming right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;IDK. there seems to be nothing available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone love you?&lt;br /&gt;I know my family does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you slowly drifting away from someone?&lt;br /&gt;Au contraire? Closer perhaps=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a friend walks out of your life, do you go after them or let them go?&lt;br /&gt;I let them wander abt for abit, then try to reign them back. But it really depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;2nd chances are rare; only the really deserving get a 2nd chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Thats lust isnt it? Hormonal shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone you shouldnt be?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did your day consist of?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping. Killer headache. I started this quiz last night and its 4pm he next day and im still doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;More than 1 best friend=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which school year has been the best?&lt;br /&gt;year 2, definately=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I cant hate someone for long, and since I havent fought with anyone of late, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah and dance too. My own little cabaret show xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you last cry about?&lt;br /&gt;My friends leaving. It was kinda silly to cry, but I just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;The Happy Song - Liam Lynch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Are your parents married/divorced/separate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find the opposite sex confusing?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I just pretend I do. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go out in public looking like you do now?&lt;br /&gt;Prolly to the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any piercings other than your ears?&lt;br /&gt;Naw, but I wish I did. Like, I want a snakebite. to the left of my lower lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret not doing anything in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;Tansy's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of your friends taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;Most deffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last girl you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you swear in front of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;I use bloody alot in front of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it ever okay to cheat?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the ethical ans to this would be no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you spent money on?&lt;br /&gt;A charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you say you're a good person?&lt;br /&gt;In general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your current hair color mostly your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tomorrow be better then today?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows always are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe you go "somewhere" after death?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting something to change in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. My age haha but just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you trust even though you should not?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for guys/girls easily?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but not deeply. Just on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, did you ever waste too much time on a certain boy or&lt;br /&gt;girl?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more important to you: good grades or having fun?&lt;br /&gt;Fun. I'm sorry, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to be single and happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think age matters in relationships?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose. I have a ten-year relationship girth around my age. 5 older, 5 younger is my max and min. But i suppose I wont mind stretching a little to 7 older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants?&lt;br /&gt;None. Harem pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you straighten your hair everyday?&lt;br /&gt;No! I like em curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear clothes, shoes, jewelry that's uncomfortable?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. and then i wear a jacket over em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you leave the house without makeup on?&lt;br /&gt;I always wear eyeliner, but on occasion when im really just not in the mood, i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;you can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;15min minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear sweatpants or pajamas to school or work?&lt;br /&gt;i wore sweatpants to work before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold or silver?&lt;br /&gt;gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you write a lot of mushy love poems?&lt;br /&gt;not mushy ones, but i write alot of nonsense poems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Alia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7273629061831836061?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7273629061831836061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-one-of-those-questionnaires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7273629061831836061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7273629061831836061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-one-of-those-questionnaires.html' title='another one of those questionnaires...'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-442071256086803232</id><published>2009-11-30T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T04:15:27.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like slow spinning redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Its been an interesting weekend for me. Many firsts, including first time sleeping under the open night sky=) I succesfully rode the off-road Kawasaki up and down the hill track several times, even though I nearly skidded on the gravel a couple of times (it is not easy riding on gravel). Oh just a random fact, MRT trains are Kawasaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;First time we had little Nadia stay over too. Nadia is so adorable. She likes doing up hair. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;First time I succesfully spent less than 50RM while shopping. But the next round I blew more than 150rm xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Ah wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I'll be posting the pictures up on FB=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Ah yes, and to you. YES you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I wish you didn't have her in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;And find what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Haha. Ignore that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;I don't like falling in serious like with someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;It messes you up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;But I keep on falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;Makes me a pretty messed up person, dosen't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;OH wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;I had a bad dream just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;I dreamnt that noone turned up to my birthday, and everyone forgot about my birthday and everyone just thought i was weird and didn't love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;It was like how it used to be when I was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;And I was crying, but people just gave me weird looks and shunned me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;And then I was in line to register for a singing competition and I saw Hafiz Y queing up too, and he didnt ignore me. He spoke to me and pitied me, and i felt weird and betrayed somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;It wasnt a happy dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;Ah, and I chatted with Cashwinn online for a while yesterday. Its funny coz earlier on Hui Qi and me were in the car and she was telling me that she wants cash and I went, "Cashwinn? Sorry I'm not in contact with him anymore." you know, as a joke, and then at night we chatted for the first time in like, 2 years or something? IDK. haha interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;So well, I'd just like to end off that  I love my family and the people around me who love me back, I know=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;I wish everyone well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;Alia&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/5393411710375300436-442071256086803232?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/442071256086803232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-slow-spinning-redemption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/442071256086803232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/442071256086803232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-slow-spinning-redemption.html' title='Like slow spinning redemption'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-1470282413649216969</id><published>2009-11-27T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:51:51.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya and dimples</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AkFIFkj2Ixg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AkFIFkj2Ixg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HAS A DIMPLE I SWEARS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya with family=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-1470282413649216969?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1470282413649216969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/raya-and-dimples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1470282413649216969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/1470282413649216969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/raya-and-dimples.html' title='Raya and dimples'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-5224422717080552159</id><published>2009-11-27T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:24:45.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Maddy...</title><content type='html'>My reply to Maddy's post:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 108, 243); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;hey maddy, ive read it=) i know how you feel, totally. Ive felt that too. it sucks, but we cant let that stop us from moving on, right? Take it as a drop in the knitting of the fabric of life &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;iit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;s just that - a drop. What are we gonna do about it? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 108, 243); "&gt;you can leave the drop, and move on and create an awesome kickass pattern around that drop&lt;/span&gt; or you can just give up, and never finish your knitting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 108, 243); "&gt;when life gives you lemons (or in our case, TAKES AWAY OUR LEMONS)&lt;/span&gt;  you say, thank you. I know you have a reason for this. Can I get paid please? Or else I'll ****ing sue you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that made sense=)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alia&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/5393411710375300436-5224422717080552159?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-3233873139815663296</id><published>2009-11-25T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:54:33.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOLE predictions</title><content type='html'>Interesting site about &lt;a href="http://kamranmian.blogspot.com/2006/06/meaning-of-moles-on-your-body.html"&gt;MOLES&lt;/a&gt;...introduced by Faizzah Darling=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Alia Mamasitaaaaaa~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-3233873139815663296?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3233873139815663296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/mole-predictions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3233873139815663296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/3233873139815663296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/mole-predictions.html' title='MOLE predictions'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-7107281779928271952</id><published>2009-11-25T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:41:54.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>Names I have been called (which you are allowed to call me) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alia&lt;br /&gt;Alee&lt;br /&gt;Lia&lt;br /&gt;Ally&lt;br /&gt;Allykins&lt;br /&gt;Ally Belly&lt;br /&gt;Atlas&lt;br /&gt;Ollie&lt;br /&gt;Tomok&lt;br /&gt;Along&lt;br /&gt;Kaklong&lt;br /&gt;Big Momma&lt;br /&gt;Momma&lt;br /&gt;Biggie&lt;br /&gt;Teddy&lt;br /&gt;Dee&lt;br /&gt;Darling&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Cupid&lt;br /&gt;Cupid&lt;br /&gt;Emcee&lt;br /&gt;Bearbear&lt;br /&gt;Senior&lt;br /&gt;Kakak&lt;br /&gt;Mok&lt;br /&gt;Bam (Short for Tembam)&lt;br /&gt;Biatch&lt;br /&gt;Chio Bu&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names which will warrant you a death wish for calling me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Fat Chiar Su Bao&lt;br /&gt;Afro (my hair is NOT an afro, BUTTHEAD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-7107281779928271952?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7107281779928271952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/names.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7107281779928271952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5393411710375300436/posts/default/7107281779928271952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>Alia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5393411710375300436.post-2737937165216750781</id><published>2009-11-24T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:02:08.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One song - Snow White</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One Song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have but one song  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One song  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Only for you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenderly beating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ever entreating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Constant and true  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That has possessed me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thrilling me through  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My heart keeps singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of one love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Only for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5393411710375300436-2737937165216750781?l=aliainthemorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2737937165216750781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliainthemorning.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-song-snow-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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