<?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-146215364003877944</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:02:16.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is what YOU make it!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-5143817166450311205</id><published>2009-10-21T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T02:11:59.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/St32h7FfVhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/CoFo9cRDgb0/s1600-h/thehorde.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394738991316555282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/St32h7FfVhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/CoFo9cRDgb0/s320/thehorde.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the horde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very suay day today... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up at 11.30 when i was supposed to wake up at 5.30 in the morning. =..=&lt;br /&gt;So I still went to work anyway.. Balloting was done, for some reason, I thought I was somewhere below 20. Ended up being last last last! DAMMIT! Number 40. My suay number of the day. As if that wasn’t enough, it was damned humid today. Trust me, if it had went on any further, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone would die of over-humidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone would sweat like pigs, drop dead on the floor and die of dehydration!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe…&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would sweat like pigs, and drown in our own sweat. Either way everyone’s still gonna sweat like pigs.. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and even though it's a struggle, love is all we got...&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/146215364003877944-5143817166450311205?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/5143817166450311205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=5143817166450311205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5143817166450311205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5143817166450311205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/10/horde.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/St32h7FfVhI/AAAAAAAAAjk/CoFo9cRDgb0/s72-c/thehorde.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-8412496643431829830</id><published>2009-10-13T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:50:01.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/StSq3GrKnlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/WluoCz15knk/s1600-h/3eyes3vehicles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392122517530517074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/StSq3GrKnlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/WluoCz15knk/s320/3eyes3vehicles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 eyes, 3 vehicles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was quite a slow and boring day…&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by Nubox at JP during the evening for a while. Wayne, Richard and Zoey were working only! Kinda shocked since only 3 people were on shift. Wayne asked me to help out a bit with the customers so I did. Well at least I made myself useful. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually quite shocked when I found out Wayne drives. I thought he was like the rest of the staff, take public transport. Even KEN takes the train! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Another shocking thing, he listens to HEAVY METAL! =.=&lt;br /&gt;He looks like those who would listen to slow, mellow music. I mean just look at him, so nice and well-mannered. Who would’ve known he was quite a rockin fella! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So he drove me home, but on the way, we decided to have supper at my place. Then after that we went separate ways and here I am msn-ing away with minmin! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this somewhere on the net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I was walking home alone. Since it was dark, I decided to walk next to a&lt;br /&gt;girl about my age. After walking like this for ten minutes, I told her that I&lt;br /&gt;wasn't a creep - that I just didn't want to walk alone. She confessed that she&lt;br /&gt;had been trying to match my speed so she didn't have to walk alone, either. I'm&lt;br /&gt;glad strangers get nervous at night, too. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but I love her big ego, it's too much…&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/146215364003877944-8412496643431829830?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/8412496643431829830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=8412496643431829830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8412496643431829830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8412496643431829830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-eyes-3-vehicles.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/StSq3GrKnlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/WluoCz15knk/s72-c/3eyes3vehicles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-4954250862243792293</id><published>2009-10-12T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:09:47.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/StNqC3YNNgI/AAAAAAAAAjU/GCEzfdWmiuM/s1600-h/zoom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391769776350377474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/StNqC3YNNgI/AAAAAAAAAjU/GCEzfdWmiuM/s320/zoom.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;when pandas attack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was totally sucky… well not totally but for the most parts, yes it sucked. Frankie totally pissed me off (he's a facilitator by the way). You tell us things like, "when i tell you, you're wrong please don't take it to heart. bla bla bla yada yada yada. Please don’t take any of it to heart. I’m doing all of this for your benefit.” Tell me, will anyone be willing to learn if you just tell them IN their faces, “YOU ARE WRONG! VERY WRONG!” And what the hell’s with the comment about me being a gangster? Yeah I might have attitude problems and such, but you have no right to call me one. You don’t know me. And one more thing, I think you’re a really rude guy. When a student is trying to justify his/her answer or trying to explain something, you don’t just shut him/her up and ignore her. Aren’t you being an a-hole? Seriously I hope the staffs from RP read this so they realise how less of a facilitator you are and how much of an a-hole you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Miss, I will remember what you blogged about for the rest of the semester. Now I know how you really feel about me.cb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home with Emily, went for a jog during the evening and msn-ed/texted with minmin for the most parts of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow whatever everyone else does, it wouldn’t be so bad. If all of them jumped off a cliff. I wouldn’t mind jumping too. Because their bodies would cushion my fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she love my big ego...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-4954250862243792293?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/4954250862243792293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=4954250862243792293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/4954250862243792293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/4954250862243792293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-pandas-attack.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/StNqC3YNNgI/AAAAAAAAAjU/GCEzfdWmiuM/s72-c/zoom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-2132700316929108382</id><published>2009-07-21T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:00:52.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SmVq7lOxSbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/xSQUs4VMHhI/s1600-h/HJ+Tomi+G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360808503293331890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SmVq7lOxSbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/xSQUs4VMHhI/s320/HJ+Tomi+G.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SmVqodKZKaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/u6ISK1CTWh8/s1600-h/iPod_by_sonofdirk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360808174709975458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SmVqodKZKaI/AAAAAAAAAjE/u6ISK1CTWh8/s320/iPod_by_sonofdirk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SmVqoBtkuAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/gHRI18hmPuI/s1600-h/Wii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360808167341340674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SmVqoBtkuAI/AAAAAAAAAi8/gHRI18hmPuI/s320/Wii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SmVqnqDEELI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JXlJeF6lals/s1600-h/Adidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360808160989024434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SmVqnqDEELI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JXlJeF6lals/s320/Adidas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360808156863850898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SmVqnari6ZI/AAAAAAAAAis/bMB8w7vRYmE/s320/PSP.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;0% racism...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Class is so damn boring right now. Pete didn't come to facilitate our class. This motherly sharon came to take over. At first i thought she was the cool type, but turned out she was quite a bitch too. Well whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm wondering wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Hey miss, I know it sucks having to choose him or your friends. But let me tell u the truth, i'll tell you what i think from the bottom of my heart. I don't like your boyfriend because of the way he treats you. I ust think you deserve to be treated better. But if you really do love him and he makes your day every day, then that's good enough for me. As long as you're happy, then i'm happy for you. And if you think getting back together with him is what you want, then you have my blessings. I hope for the best for both of you. And regarding your friends or even your best friend, I'm disappointed with them. If they consider themsleves friends of yours, then they should be accepting you. Not rejecting you, your choices or your thoughts. Yes sometimes maybe friends can have their arguments or differences. But still, the just have to accept it. If not, why even call yourselves friends? Miss you're a big girl. I know they have been there for the most parts of your life or so, but you have to realise the whole painful truth. One day, you have to make choices and decisions on your own. I'm not telling you to not become friends with them. But maybe, you just have to think about it... and again, if you are getting back with him, i wish u luck and u have my blessings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe pretending is better...&lt;/span&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/146215364003877944-2132700316929108382?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/2132700316929108382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=2132700316929108382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/2132700316929108382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/2132700316929108382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/07/0-racism.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SmVq7lOxSbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/xSQUs4VMHhI/s72-c/HJ+Tomi+G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-2274612962539359783</id><published>2009-06-18T01:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:42:39.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjkvnwdZmqI/AAAAAAAAAik/kEIebyoX1XM/s1600-h/Attractive_Summer_Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348358392548792994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjkvnwdZmqI/AAAAAAAAAik/kEIebyoX1XM/s320/Attractive_Summer_Road.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjkvKxLjBHI/AAAAAAAAAic/8wpQNH1OK9w/s1600-h/IMG_2412+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348357894526141554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjkvKxLjBHI/AAAAAAAAAic/8wpQNH1OK9w/s320/IMG_2412+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjkuO17zIsI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RyDlZbTJQFY/s1600-h/IMG_2429+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348356865010115266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjkuO17zIsI/AAAAAAAAAiU/RyDlZbTJQFY/s320/IMG_2429+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;see i sit on the chair like as if i boss like that...(just noticed LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjktXn70WFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/tXOD54DfGis/s1600-h/IMG_2434+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348355916359293010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjktXn70WFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/tXOD54DfGis/s320/IMG_2434+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;umm if u see some odd eyes ah, its cos i edited em. they were looking somewhere else la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;52% attractive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t do much today. Went to meet Lydia at JP in the afternoon. And yes I was late, I made her wait for around an hour I think? But yet she was kind enough to give me a fruity bubble gum she bought all the way from Genting. Had dinner then was planning on sending her home since I made her wait for so long. But she decided it was best not to since she was meeting someone.&lt;br /&gt;To that someone, trust me if you don’t know who you’re asking for a fight with, don’t ask. Cos I doubt you would wanna know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I see a little silhouetto of a man,&lt;br /&gt;Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango.&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolt and lightning. Very very frightening me!&lt;br /&gt;Galileo, galileo,&lt;br /&gt;Galileo figaro. Magnifico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me.&lt;br /&gt;Hes just a poor boy from a poor family.&lt;br /&gt;Spare him his life from this monstrosity.&lt;br /&gt;Easy come easy go,will you let me go?&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. Let him go!&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! We will not let you go. Let him go!&lt;br /&gt;Will not let you go. Let me go!&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-2274612962539359783?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/2274612962539359783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=2274612962539359783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/2274612962539359783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/2274612962539359783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/06/see-i-sit-on-chair-like-as-if-i-boss.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjkvnwdZmqI/AAAAAAAAAik/kEIebyoX1XM/s72-c/Attractive_Summer_Road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-5033944886062700911</id><published>2009-06-16T23:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:02:24.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjfYyrdhCfI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oGYP5ivCZDk/s1600-h/self_mastery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347981447697336818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjfYyrdhCfI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oGYP5ivCZDk/s320/self_mastery.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347973929325737362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjfR9DWCtZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/iWJLcAFYc84/s320/IMG_2348+copy+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347976975783118866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjfUuYSFSBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/CimfU91U5HI/s320/IMG_2350+copy+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347978123732419298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjfVxMuhguI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ei6RTb2E2SE/s320/IMG_2354+copy+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meet my new friend! Amanda! And i don't know why i see two hands around here tryna touch her. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kung Fu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven’t blogged for quite some time la. I’ve either been to busy, or just lazy. Lol. d:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been quite a boring day today. Came to school in a “not so good” mood. Shan’t rant about that. Thanks to those who actually cared to ask whether I was okay. Don’t worry, I won’t kill myself just yet. d:&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t do much in school today, just slacked around and played Sims 3 most of the time. Had our UT at the end of school, THANK YOU MANLI for sending the resource. I think I could’ve done badly if you didn’t send it. Then JunYang sent me to CCK mrt and proceeded to brother’s house. Slept for 2 hours or 3, then went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH i worked for Nubox last few days! AH! Fucked job. But the pay isn’t too bad la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Worked all 4 days of the PC show. Quite fun la I must say since I made new friends (which isn’t too hard for me) but very tiring job. So total sets I sold was 17. VERY PATHETIC! That’s why most of the time during the PC show, I was, what you would call, “emo”. d:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a lot of familiar faces especially those ex-JSS guys and also made some new friends. Well actually was supposed to be a customer, but the deal didn’t close (was disappointed actually) but at least I made a friend huh! GINA! (:&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to comment on those people who came by the booth, be it to buy or to ask or whatever. Those who bought, thank you for supporting Nubox, but those who kept asking me questions but didn’t buy, FCUK YOU! Those who keep asking for bargains because you think there are other places giving better deals, FCUK YOU TOO! A little piece of advice for those who likes to shop, if you wanna buy something, make up ur mind before buying it, don’t ask so much because it’s frustrating if u don’t buy it at the end of the day. Ever heard of the song shut up and drive? Here’s mine, Shut Up And Buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm but in the end, I gotta say it was fun la… (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Baby I've been thinking lately&lt;br /&gt;So much about you.&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you,&lt;br /&gt;I like it, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Kissing you in public,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking nothing of it,&lt;br /&gt;Roses by the dozens,&lt;br /&gt;Talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Baby your so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;I love your complexion.&lt;br /&gt;I miss ya.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna kiss ya but I can't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/146215364003877944-5033944886062700911?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/5033944886062700911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=5033944886062700911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5033944886062700911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5033944886062700911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-my-new-friend-amanda-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SjfYyrdhCfI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oGYP5ivCZDk/s72-c/self_mastery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-3008333798125668435</id><published>2009-06-04T00:17:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T04:19:27.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343164130033219474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sia7d4s9N5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/spe_UhPCN2w/s320/Mini+Party+Animal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;party animal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have been goin out alot these past days... And i must say i haven't wrote in here for decades already... but then again, i doubt anybody reads this boring blog, blogged by the most sad and boring person on planet earth. but oh well... (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lets start talking about what i did these past few days....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343159443404520626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sia3NFpmfLI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Xz8Gk8SW8Z0/s320/26th+May+-+Karaoke-ing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm went singing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343159440861822162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sia3M8LX_NI/AAAAAAAAAf8/O5mBvdjKMwg/s320/29th+May+-+Ice+Skate4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then went ice-skating on the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh now then u guys dare take picture ah... first all don't dare let go of the wall. now dare to go in the middle of the rink aye! haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343159144469782642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sia27sCAYHI/AAAAAAAAAf0/VmmzY53DFZM/s320/29th+May+-+Ice+Skate5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ooh yeah... u ready to roll wit mey! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138075782114034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SiajxVDbavI/AAAAAAAAAec/4uCO1aIdxkM/s320/G+G.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the left, the three blind mice... maybe not blind la. just very slow.... lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the right, i was so high i was making silly faces! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138071118890882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SiajxDroR4I/AAAAAAAAAeU/GtX9_cPeOfM/s320/G+Jen+Sya+Zin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343159445621311666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sia3NN6ICLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/5gcnEYqUx8U/s320/29th+May+-+Ice+Skate6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;really very tired... just look at B1 and B2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138074776285010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SiajxRTnr1I/AAAAAAAAAek/wtDMD9rh-ew/s320/G.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;see. i really very tired... the seat somemore damn shiok one. hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138949472704114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SiakkLzf1nI/AAAAAAAAAes/mON1DWC6FyY/s320/G1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then we went to eat at pizza hut...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343168654434346082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sia_lPaPpGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/0yv2cA2mPW8/s320/Image000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then decided to hang out at esplanade after dinner...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ee so unglam both of u... lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343171610257076386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SibCRStTMKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ORc4mbyzcGQ/s320/Image014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343171609101362594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SibCROZwZaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/e725mgbOJVg/s320/Image013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343172237166014146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SibC1yICbsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Hp3YLuvEExE/s320/Image015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wah nice sia all 3 pics. lol! like total sweetness!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343159137715785442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sia27S3ujuI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CVkFdXxidwU/s320/31May09.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then went to marina barrage after some briefing regarding work a few days later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my geeky specs... haha. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i only wear them like once in a blue moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343159137265901634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sia27RMd4EI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pI7EF7UQQJA/s320/31May094.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh i think i look kinda stupid in the pic on the right eh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343159134695685666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sia27HnrfiI/AAAAAAAAAfc/14PClqY8dAw/s320/31May095.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B1 and B2 featuring basement 3. hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at the 2 pics on the right... hahaha again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343159128902883954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sia26yCkWnI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PcFUFeM0vrk/s320/31May092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138958346141074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Siakks3FvZI/AAAAAAAAAfM/EKwz_J-aweo/s320/31May093.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wasn't looking... ok fine i ADMIT i was checkin her out... what do u expect?! she's hot! haha. the other 2 pics, was taken SOOO many times cos of some techincal and PHYSICAL difficulties. ahaha. you know i know ah B2. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343181168979081634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SibK9ruN-aI/AAAAAAAAAhk/iuYAFZVUbqk/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND PRESENTING TO YOU... the oh so unglam face of syasya! hahaha. i can't stop laughing at her face sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SiakkuJ_GxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/KO2TIBk0-9o/s1600-h/31May097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138958693833490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SiakkuJ_GxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/KO2TIBk0-9o/s320/31May097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooh coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SiakkeJ07jI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0rgD2wGSg6o/s1600-h/IMG_2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343138954398199346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SiakkeJ07jI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0rgD2wGSg6o/s320/IMG_2161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; the 4 awesomeness! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've been thinking a lot about why i decided to do the things i did. Why i chose to forgive the one person that left me crying on my own... i might have forgiven u, but between me and u, we're just friends now. and yes i'm really really over u... so u can stop asking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happiness can only stay for a while... why? Cos once u realise u really have no reason to be happy, u start to pull away from all the happiness. U start thinking about whether u shud be happy or not because u don't want to end up being disappointed at the end of the day... just think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life... you live it, and that's it. You have one birthday each year and your life is just literally getting through each year without dying. But once u die, it ends there and ur nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;love me hate me say what you want about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-3008333798125668435?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/3008333798125668435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=3008333798125668435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/3008333798125668435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/3008333798125668435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/06/party-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sia7d4s9N5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/spe_UhPCN2w/s72-c/Mini+Party+Animal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-7107016718291269838</id><published>2009-05-14T14:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:56:28.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvLbsJ6xsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/xwgEJA8q124/s1600-h/health.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335581293991408690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvK6vKTtDI/AAAAAAAAAdk/eTXtcChR4yA/s320/Image003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvK6ZnJsmI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Dzg3_-n2NXs/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335581288206807650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvK6ZnJsmI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Dzg3_-n2NXs/s320/Image004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvK6c009dI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ROlnpjQAmps/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335581289069475282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvK6c009dI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ROlnpjQAmps/s320/Image005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvK6D5t4_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/pWVvMXaGBsQ/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335581282379097074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvK6D5t4_I/AAAAAAAAAdM/pWVvMXaGBsQ/s320/Image006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvI3jDoGWI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Zg4kN5hNm1Y/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335579040179296610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvI3jDoGWI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Zg4kN5hNm1Y/s320/Image007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pete's copy of the class list... see what he drew on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvI3lgrHXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/hjgv-MjNAJQ/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335579040837999986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvI3lgrHXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/hjgv-MjNAJQ/s320/Image009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NIGHT OUT WITH CLASSMATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvI3dstMQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xCkjvZhzAo8/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335579038740984066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvI3dstMQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/xCkjvZhzAo8/s320/Image010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvI3d-ZyLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/FvW65HpG8Bw/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335579038815209650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvI3d-ZyLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/FvW65HpG8Bw/s320/Image011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvI2xb_4DI/AAAAAAAAAck/sMBvuV-Ao5k/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335579026859745330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvI2xb_4DI/AAAAAAAAAck/sMBvuV-Ao5k/s320/Image012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Growing tired... dying soon i guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Class has been fun so far. Difficult, but still fun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Found Pete's class list on the floor on Tuesday. He drew so much rubbish on our faces. Take a look at the pic up there... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went out with Manli, Celsius, Kenny, NiaoNiao and Jonny on tuesday night. Jonny and NiaoNiao drove. The rest tompang. We went to eat prata at Mr. Prata at bukit timah i think. Manli had to go off. Then we went to eat tau huay till about 12 and went home after that. CAB FARE COST 24! BASKET! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Was late this morning. Had things to settle in the morning. So was late. Left house at about 9.30, met Manli and off to school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lesson was fun and boring. I don't know. Some parts was fun and some parts was boring. I went around taking people pictures using Hejiang's camera. Will upload it soon! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And here I am now "studying". Hejiang wants me to study la. Hmm what is studying uh??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm a free bird now! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stuck in love with each other...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-7107016718291269838?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/7107016718291269838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=7107016718291269838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7107016718291269838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7107016718291269838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/05/petes-copy-of-class-list.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgvLbsJ6xsI/AAAAAAAAAd8/xwgEJA8q124/s72-c/health.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-7386258670775174657</id><published>2009-05-09T00:14:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:10:55.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRhbwCirfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vdBG0aMXOGk/s1600-h/never+walk+alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333494988093435378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRhbwCirfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vdBG0aMXOGk/s320/never+walk+alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY CLASS! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRhR4gbSEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/AEiGf7FTdKk/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333494818567571522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRhR4gbSEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/AEiGf7FTdKk/s320/Image036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRhIWH6cPI/AAAAAAAAAbs/OY6Y8bM1G4A/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333494654719127794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRhIWH6cPI/AAAAAAAAAbs/OY6Y8bM1G4A/s320/Image037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRhDAQP0vI/AAAAAAAAAbk/W1u84wNvlhI/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333494562949157618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRhDAQP0vI/AAAAAAAAAbk/W1u84wNvlhI/s320/Image038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRg6X5k1pI/AAAAAAAAAbc/01dplV92qh0/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333494414677694098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRg6X5k1pI/AAAAAAAAAbc/01dplV92qh0/s320/Image039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRgzIA4yoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rMX5BgxeoFA/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333494290154310274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRgzIA4yoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rMX5BgxeoFA/s320/Image040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOME PHOTOS TAKEN TODAY IN CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRgn4h16EI/AAAAAAAAAbM/NT3uOMdXqw4/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333494097019004994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRgn4h16EI/AAAAAAAAAbM/NT3uOMdXqw4/s320/Image043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRgdE5ZAjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/X_ozZwldcuM/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333493911360438834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRgdE5ZAjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/X_ozZwldcuM/s320/Image044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRgP3UX6UI/AAAAAAAAAa8/p4l2IzY3JnU/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333493684377217346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRgP3UX6UI/AAAAAAAAAa8/p4l2IzY3JnU/s320/Image046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear of being alone... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today went to school alone. plus it was raining, which adds up to the loneliness. And as expected i was late. School was quite tough, took quite a considerable amount of time to complete everything, but all in all, it was okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was disturing Mojo and Summer jie in class just now. Both of them looked surprisingly good together! but i don't understand why Mojo was pushing her away? Shy maybe? sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Class got kind of boring with the piggy faci tryna act cute, so i left class and went for a so called "pool training" with hejiang. He wanted to join the IG so badly, so i decided to go with him. (FYI, its not always he'll be so f*cking enthusiastic one. When he wants something, he make sure he gets it.) It was kind of fun la, but also sickening, cos he keep beating me. :\ ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that went to an appointment with Sharon, an AIA person. She was trying to get me to get this savings plan thingy. Shan't rant about that much, kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we went back to "pool training" again. I played worst... (or did he play better??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't know whether i'll be selected in tomorrow's trials. Hopefully la... Jonny... pick me la please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;well, we know we're in love so let's keep it alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-7386258670775174657?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/7386258670775174657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=7386258670775174657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7386258670775174657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7386258670775174657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-class-some-photos-taken-today-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SgRhbwCirfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vdBG0aMXOGk/s72-c/never+walk+alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-211891450637913002</id><published>2009-05-04T22:52:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:54:08.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8OpIsIaWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-DWoM5crTWE/s1600-h/Repetition_of_the_Sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331996583699966306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8OpIsIaWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-DWoM5crTWE/s320/Repetition_of_the_Sheep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8EDglebEI/AAAAAAAAAak/bBGYMb_pMfI/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331984942163192898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8EDglebEI/AAAAAAAAAak/bBGYMb_pMfI/s320/Image033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8D8U08W5I/AAAAAAAAAac/P6sOVkxZF1o/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331984818747759506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8D8U08W5I/AAAAAAAAAac/P6sOVkxZF1o/s320/Image022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8DwEG-L6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/9EkzqTEmR4o/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331984608101543842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8DwEG-L6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/9EkzqTEmR4o/s320/Image024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8Dm09jgaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/02CDxPmBTG8/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331984449416692130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8Dm09jgaI/AAAAAAAAAaM/02CDxPmBTG8/s320/Image025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8DRTvkj9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/-UelvomGy3U/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331984079722418130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8DRTvkj9I/AAAAAAAAAaE/-UelvomGy3U/s320/Image026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8DCoIWD1I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FX_T_On9KPs/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331983827496996690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8DCoIWD1I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FX_T_On9KPs/s320/Image028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8C0W8LBZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/4v7YJowHREg/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331983582364370322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8C0W8LBZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/4v7YJowHREg/s320/Image030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8CnVsBo_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/h7y1G0B5cLU/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331983358689911794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8CnVsBo_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/h7y1G0B5cLU/s320/Image031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8CcvNIeKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/nQDNlBbqBxA/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331983176561096866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8CcvNIeKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/nQDNlBbqBxA/s320/Image032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8COybjkPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/88CSuoMR4jg/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331982936908730610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8COybjkPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/88CSuoMR4jg/s320/Image021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ok la ok no Aries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;came late... &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;because of both of u assholes i'm late. I'm helping u? haha maybe ur getting it wrong. I'm helping MYSELF so both of u don't get ME in trouble. ya call me selfish, but its only fair since u've never brought up ur son well enough. He brought HIMSELF up! OH and one more thing, fuck u, i'm not coming back. I know what u want, I know what your intentions of taking me back are. Trust me, very very soon, i am going to vanish from ur sick and pitiful lives.See if i bloody hell care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First few parts of the day was really moody for me. Didn't feel like doing anything. But i ended up meeting HJ, Nic and ES and we went to have a chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks everyone for cheering the hell out of me, kinda forgot i was moody just a while ago. So i kinda entertained myself during desmondeeeeeeeee's class. (I think that faci gay one) pictures are up there.. ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh ya! DON'T GO PP TALK! IT'S A FRIGGIN WASTE OF TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then went home with ManLi... haha never stop talking from start of journey until end. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;some do it all for their love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-211891450637913002?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/211891450637913002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=211891450637913002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/211891450637913002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/211891450637913002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-la-ok-no-aries.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sf8OpIsIaWI/AAAAAAAAAa0/-DWoM5crTWE/s72-c/Repetition_of_the_Sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-5903238837377755525</id><published>2009-04-30T21:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:32:14.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfmzd8ar5mI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PihU_qDJ1P8/s1600-h/Romantic_or_not.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330488960985327202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfmzd8ar5mI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PihU_qDJ1P8/s320/Romantic_or_not.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfmzN6IDstI/AAAAAAAAAZM/vduJmiLs8Bw/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330488685492417234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfmzN6IDstI/AAAAAAAAAZM/vduJmiLs8Bw/s320/Image018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was just the average normal day. Went to school late with ManLi. Actually i woke up quite early but when it started to rain, got a tad bit lazy. Then i started to fade slowly into the mists of a dreamworld where the impossible... suddenly kena slap by brother! Haha ask me when i wanna go school. I thought i was late! luckily she woke up late herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SUMMER WAS SO SWEEET!!! She came late too. Why? Because she made a bottle of home-made chrysanthemum tea just for me! Goodness i seriously don't understand why i deserved that... But maybe she was late because of something else... who knows! But still it was the sweetest thing. Thanks Summer! Don't worry, remember i told you, now i'll pull you through. Next time it'll be your turn to pull me! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i was supposed to go to PowerHouse with ML today but too bad for me, i haven't got the stash. Oh well there's always a next time! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OOH and i wanna sing sing sing!! I wanna let go of everything pleeeeaaase... )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've never met anyone so selfish other than you. You just care about yourself, you don't know what i go through to live a life. You? Just laze around and expand ur ass at home not doing anything. And when i don't give you what you want, is throwing a vase at my face and giving me a scar gonna change anything. Other than me hating you more, no its not gonna change anything. bitch, i hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;let my love lose again...&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/146215364003877944-5903238837377755525?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/5903238837377755525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=5903238837377755525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5903238837377755525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5903238837377755525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-romantic-kisser.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfmzd8ar5mI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PihU_qDJ1P8/s72-c/Romantic_or_not.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-1687327929784004852</id><published>2009-04-28T14:30:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:49:52.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sorry ah long time nv update...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The only time i've got to update my blog is during class time. Class just finished and i'm updating. Manli's sitting beside me being a damn good DJ. Maybe i could ask her to tag along whenever i've got any shows. *hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was boring... third meeting was boring... day was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only gonna show photos of what happened the last 2 weeks. So take it like a presentation luh. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bored in class so take photo of anything luh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329626946176575138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfajeFA0ZqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/mGbQkhVCGS8/s320/Image000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329626832221257202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfajXcfwPfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/3ew5of0NKrQ/s320/Image006.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dinner with brother fai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329627043072974818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfajjt-uH-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/tWg0gbXjops/s320/Image004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329627139852582866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfajpWgxv9I/AAAAAAAAAWU/8aM3cp9-oXI/s320/Image005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My maths team member... smart one ah this guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329627260190884050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfajwWzqgNI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RbPx7yZFX5o/s320/Image007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REBOND MY HAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329627577908562658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfakC2ZdiuI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rLL04FE_3kU/s320/Image009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329627714890333042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfakK0sde3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/b2d0MonBzdU/s320/Image010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329627816698626738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfakQv9cwrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/VJyVTbYmJzA/s320/Image011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329628011539080818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfakcFzCJnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/d0rmU-Qmy7Y/s320/Image012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329628091384897602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfakgvPwoEI/AAAAAAAAAXE/N1w09urO4_4/s320/Image013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329628159915953954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfakkui1jyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hI07U0IZNtM/s320/Image014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329628240602894242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfakpbIGj6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/kctnowKBD18/s320/Image015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wah i like this guy man! haha damn funny one! AH TEO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329628429556680002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfak0bCMhUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/PHQNEhoosv8/s320/Image016.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh and this is celsius... cool name huh? Hmm good team member! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329628558443892802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfak77LTUEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/BfwSFELwadE/s320/Image017.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just For Fun! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329630532839489042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfamu2X5PhI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TIkF4ENkkU8/s320/Leg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yvonne's leg...&lt;/em&gt; -,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329630838664023362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfanApqJTUI/AAAAAAAAAX8/MUTca2ZNLnM/s320/Photo+259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329637637849256706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfatMamOkwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/3wiL0xNVR1o/s320/Photo+257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329637767300004610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfatT81sOwI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Dz65O7rUOEE/s320/Photo+256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329637824152180242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfatXQoTlhI/AAAAAAAAAYU/zaEX0GvO23k/s320/Photo+255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329637937532708786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfatd3AVJ7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/2-rALqMNgek/s320/Photo+254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329638038085307730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfatjtl8DVI/AAAAAAAAAYk/B-K-2rK5sKE/s320/Photo+253.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329638149497218162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfatqMom5HI/AAAAAAAAAYs/N9yy7odE0OE/s320/Photo+252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329638264044734386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfatw3W3R7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/UeiZeexDW_I/s320/Photo+251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329638445484287698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfat7bRbJtI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zZ1zMYsKwCM/s320/Photo+250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfat-k7usMI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zeEWDGA-ICk/s1600-h/Photo+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329638499617255618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sfat-k7usMI/AAAAAAAAAZE/zeEWDGA-ICk/s320/Photo+249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;once again... i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-1687327929784004852?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/1687327929784004852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=1687327929784004852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/1687327929784004852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/1687327929784004852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-ah-long-time-nv-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SfajeFA0ZqI/AAAAAAAAAWE/mGbQkhVCGS8/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-6231826984921144408</id><published>2009-04-18T02:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T03:24:15.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SejUq_1sVQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bwcKWNwJn9w/s1600-h/Photo+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SejSHyY_OsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/n3q1XJVjQ4w/s1600-h/sane_is_insane_by_mybloodydreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325737590593108674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SejSHyY_OsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/n3q1XJVjQ4w/s320/sane_is_insane_by_mybloodydreams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SejR85DhNzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FnLD-Xsd4EY/s1600-h/Photo+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325737403403548466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SejR85DhNzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FnLD-Xsd4EY/s320/Photo+144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SejRsuIT6LI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2tT83UWtuhQ/s1600-h/Mostly+Sane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325737125592950962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SejRsuIT6LI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2tT83UWtuhQ/s320/Mostly+Sane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Most of the time i'm not crazy luh...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was with hejiang the whole day... supposed to meet at 10.30 but met at 11.30 (expected from Mr Chen HeJiang). I took HJ's lappy to reformat, i scanned MY ez-link. And yes they did reformat his lappy, but they reformatted it to my ID. (i won't elaborate, stupid and boring)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While waiting for HJ's and Von's lappy to be done, we had lunch. Von still spreads her sauce like its butter (HAHAHA). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had dinner with Fai and Lim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some pictures we took during HJ's grandparents' wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325740308927104034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SejUmA-URCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/EhMHPqPvKTE/s320/Photo+205.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my bro and bro bro! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325740394521842946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SejUq_1sVQI/AAAAAAAAAUU/bwcKWNwJn9w/s320/Photo+213.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;freaking &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; this effect man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Mrs Lee... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love game, intuition, play the cards with the spades to start...&lt;/em&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/146215364003877944-6231826984921144408?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/6231826984921144408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=6231826984921144408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/6231826984921144408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/6231826984921144408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/04/most-of-time-im-not-crazy-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SejSHyY_OsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/n3q1XJVjQ4w/s72-c/sane_is_insane_by_mybloodydreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-859244870456086713</id><published>2009-04-15T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:52:33.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SeTKCn4r45I/AAAAAAAAATs/kR7qn0SMuDA/s1600-h/40_by_numerika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324602805874058130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SeTKCn4r45I/AAAAAAAAATs/kR7qn0SMuDA/s320/40_by_numerika.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay i just got back from vivo. Was out with Godbro and his family. We didn't plan to go to the movies, cos we knew it'd be less than possible to go since the baby was still young and we didn't wanna have to leave if the baby were to cry in the middle of the show. BUT we did... And the suprising thing was, she didn't cry (prolly cos all of us took turns to let her jump while we threw her up and down on our laps). And she watched the first few parts of the show, and got a lil' lethargic in the middle part, so we tried putting her to sleep. she slept and the movie ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was on the way home just now and i kept thinking... I wonder when i'd have my own happy family. I know not all families are what u happy. But they go through it together and that what bonds them even more. I prolly don't even understand what i'm saying... but i do know that i want that life. To love a woman and have a family. But who knows when it will ever happen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please just don't let it be when i'm 40... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-859244870456086713?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/859244870456086713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=859244870456086713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/859244870456086713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/859244870456086713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-i-just-got-back-from-vivo.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SeTKCn4r45I/AAAAAAAAATs/kR7qn0SMuDA/s72-c/40_by_numerika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-726337200632410042</id><published>2009-04-11T21:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:14:14.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SeCc12Dnu5I/AAAAAAAAATk/fc930-waL8A/s1600-h/high+fashion+for+last+chances"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323427208409627538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SeCc12Dnu5I/AAAAAAAAATk/fc930-waL8A/s320/high+fashion+for+last+chances" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SeCciNP4bbI/AAAAAAAAATc/oKGTCWW-nas/s1600-h/facebook+m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323426871037685170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SeCciNP4bbI/AAAAAAAAATc/oKGTCWW-nas/s320/facebook+m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The first letter of the person i will fall in love is "M".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it just me or is my life getting more boring? Seriously i'm doing almost the same thing everyday. Wake up, go to work, tired after work, go home, buy dinner from the coffee shop downstairs and a pack of cigarettes, have dinner, smoke almost half of the box and fly to dreamland. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND AND AND I'm starting to smke a lot! GOONESS! A pack of cigarettes used to last 2 to 3 days, now i smoke a pack a day! Dammit... not that i'm proud of my new accomplishment, i just don't know how and why this could happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hejiang i'm sorry to hear about your grandparents. I always hear about them from you, i can imagine how hard it is to lose someone you truly love. If you need a punching bag or an extra pair of ears around, i'll gladly cut it off for you. You're a strong and independent guy, i'm they're proud of you and what you'll become in the near future! I have faith in you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of ya thanks for teaching me how to play mahjong! I'll win next time! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;she's got to love nobody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-726337200632410042?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/726337200632410042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=726337200632410042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/726337200632410042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/726337200632410042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-letter-of-person-i-will-fall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SeCc12Dnu5I/AAAAAAAAATk/fc930-waL8A/s72-c/high+fashion+for+last+chances' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-6416826438083895958</id><published>2009-04-08T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:17:22.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322012857493352498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SduWfyTz8DI/AAAAAAAAATE/KEzOr6aQSY4/s320/DSC05475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just realised more people are doing the dumb quizzes on facebook. You know that the results you get are 40% untrue, but u still do it cos u wanna see what results u get just for the fun of it. So i did one of the “what type of person are you?” quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's your friends birthday and you have to find him/her a present. What do you think?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I have to find him a present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your worst quality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Lazyness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your likes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Observing people, understand everything, gain knowledge, living in silence, think, understand the “why?” of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your dislikes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Being alone, saying “no”, waiting, having nobody who needs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you see life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Something important is missing in my life, I feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; “You only live once!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, my results were…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322013827322103218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 434px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SduXYPNARbI/AAAAAAAAATU/ghCxz0whQe8/s320/facebook+what+type+of+person+are+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I’m going through hard relationships with some people. But I’ll be lucky enough to get out of such a bad time. I’d have to remain the same if I wanted to keep such relationships intact. This will bring prolly bring me joy.&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/146215364003877944-6416826438083895958?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/6416826438083895958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=6416826438083895958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/6416826438083895958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/6416826438083895958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-realised-more-people-are-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SduWfyTz8DI/AAAAAAAAATE/KEzOr6aQSY4/s72-c/DSC05475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-7736055610530292023</id><published>2009-03-17T00:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:44:04.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313835785685203330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sb6JfkCGeYI/AAAAAAAAARg/Dejjtzs6WkE/s320/w300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sb6JN1WHJFI/AAAAAAAAARY/hPbU5BRqhFU/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313835481094890578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sb6JN1WHJFI/AAAAAAAAARY/hPbU5BRqhFU/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is there such a thing as trusting a politician?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm maybe you could trust this guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313836444092293010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sb6KF4ylX5I/AAAAAAAAARo/Ritv0pzuFEI/s320/GWashington.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;George Washington...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Or maybe this guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313837065144004594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sb6KqCY2b_I/AAAAAAAAARw/e_A21LwqXAo/s320/AbeLincoln.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Abe Lincoln!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;And that about covers it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was browsing through my photos and found some dumb photos of mine and i realised, hey i miss you guys. Jiayu, Elaine, Joyce, KuanSheng (Mr HeiHei - is not i say one ah), Joel, Shamini, CheeMun, Daryl, and everyone else, sorry i couldn't hang out with you guys much now. Gotta live my life! But well, we'll hang out some day! MISS YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i am finally there,  and all the angels they'll be singing, I love this...&lt;/em&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/146215364003877944-7736055610530292023?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/7736055610530292023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=7736055610530292023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7736055610530292023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7736055610530292023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-there-such-thing-as-trusting.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Sb6JfkCGeYI/AAAAAAAAARg/Dejjtzs6WkE/s72-c/w300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-8928135852947254373</id><published>2009-03-01T23:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:40:28.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought i could put u people behind me, but no ur shadows or should i say ur unsolved problems come knockin on my NEW door, MY NEW LIFE. because of one stupid thing u did i have to pay for it is it? u know when people say blood is thicker than water, they mean u can never deny that they're you and you're them. and i hate that fact. my fact is I AM NOT THEM. still, people will always relate u to them. now u guys, u gave me hope and faith when i thought i didn't belong anywhere. dammit when i'm not around, when u know or rather when u think i'm not there or i'm not listening, u talk behind my back and say things and ask questions and hve doubts about me... FCUKING ask me if u wanna know what i think or tell me what ur thinking, don't let me find out. now i have to think of how to avoid u and whether to go back there. maybe it was too early for me to even call it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i wasn't such a good kid, but isn't it enough already. i can't take any of this anymore. if u call this a test, i'm gonna fail this soon, real soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and to think that there'd be at least someone to walk me through this... there's not even a soul beside me. maybe i really am borned to be alone...&lt;/em&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/146215364003877944-8928135852947254373?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/8928135852947254373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=8928135852947254373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8928135852947254373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8928135852947254373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-i-could-put-u-people-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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-146215364003877944.post-1406063371801825164</id><published>2009-02-26T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:47:25.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Saaht_oUkYI/AAAAAAAAARA/4TMwIhK32dM/s1600-h/DSC05248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307107022449447298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Saaht_oUkYI/AAAAAAAAARA/4TMwIhK32dM/s320/DSC05248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Saaf-57MZZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Io-RpeN0Ge0/s1600-h/G!+Wailong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307105113952511378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Saaf-57MZZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Io-RpeN0Ge0/s320/G!+Wailong.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SaafCMvGoEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dqwkng9X4FA/s1600-h/DSCF2716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307104071030054978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SaafCMvGoEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dqwkng9X4FA/s320/DSCF2716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think don't really need about 99% of the crap i own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or prolly a 2nd slice of a chocolate cake... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307113819275502530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Saan5nx7o8I/AAAAAAAAARI/iV1kjdtvvwM/s320/Nad" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;THIS GIRL IS NA-DI-AH. She hates it when people call her like that. She's very mean. VERY VERY mean. Yet she's so sweet with me... HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s a lazy bum as well, VERY lazy. It took her months to decide when to go for a jog. And after one jog, she complains how much her whole body aches. Then she’ll just screw running and rather starve,  i’ll never understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spends her holidays doing nothing, most of the time being a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’ll hate guys so much sometimes she’ll feel like turning lesbian. Then she’ll joke about it and still admit that she’s straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her depressions lead to high blood pressure, so please don’t stress her out, cos i don’t wanna cry beside her when she’s on the hospital bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves me and misses me everytime. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Okay i think that's all i have to say about you now. Why i'm telling everyone all this is cos i want them to know who you are when you come to RP. Hehe. So they won't give you depressions you know. Haha! Aww... you know i love you! Haha! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-1406063371801825164?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/1406063371801825164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=1406063371801825164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/1406063371801825164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/1406063371801825164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-dont-really-need-about-99-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/Saaht_oUkYI/AAAAAAAAARA/4TMwIhK32dM/s72-c/DSC05248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-7921223384912991200</id><published>2009-02-25T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:11:27.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZbiMBDbPBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/k05Ie77Qcyg/s1600-h/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302674307344448530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZbiMBDbPBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/k05Ie77Qcyg/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZbh30L6tEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wZv-nlcG5ls/s1600-h/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302673960293020738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZbh30L6tEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wZv-nlcG5ls/s320/IMG_1437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZbhv9CGyfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DIVl6dCdqic/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302673825228835314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZbhv9CGyfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DIVl6dCdqic/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time is a thief... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 things about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Name: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aly G!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Birthday: &lt;em&gt;10/08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eye colour: &lt;em&gt;Black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hair Colour: &lt;em&gt;Black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Any Pets?: &lt;em&gt;Nope...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Siblings?: &lt;em&gt;1 brother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Colour of your toothbrush: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now, Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enjoy school?: &lt;em&gt;Guess so...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a girlfriend?: &lt;em&gt;Nope...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have an ipod?: &lt;em&gt;Nope...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9 favourites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fave colour: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fave movie: &lt;em&gt;None...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fave song: Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fave store: &lt;em&gt;Umm Sheng Siong counted??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fave drink: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now, Green Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fave food: &lt;em&gt;None...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fave ice cream flavour: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cookies &amp;amp; Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fave flower: &lt;em&gt;None...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 this or that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coke or Pepsi: &lt;em&gt;None... They’re no different to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coffee or chocolate milk: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;White bread or multigrain bread: &lt;em&gt;White bread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Morning or Afternoon: &lt;em&gt;Afternoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tigger or Piglet: &lt;em&gt;Tigger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lip Gloss or Eye Shadow: &lt;em&gt;Lip Gloss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Texting or Calling: &lt;em&gt;Calling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 of your favourite cd’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;I’m Yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;The Script&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Gavin DeGraw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Folie A Deux&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;I Am, Part Two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Songs About Girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 have you’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever had a bf/gf? &lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever went in the snow with shorts and a tank top on? &lt;em&gt;Nope...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever failed a test in school? &lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever been in love? &lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever related to a song? &lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever met a celebrity? &lt;em&gt;Yes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 Do you ever want to’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get Married? When? &lt;em&gt;Yes, hopefully before 27.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Kids? How Many? &lt;em&gt;Haven’t decided. Prolly 2 or 3.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Drive? When? &lt;em&gt;Yes, by next year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Star in a Movie? &lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Make your own CD? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 places you wish to visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Japan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;England&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;South Korea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Australia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 places you HAVE visited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Prolly Malaysia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Maybe Indonesia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Most likely Vietnam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 things about you, people dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;It hurts inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;I care more than you think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 wish you would love to come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop the suffering...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/146215364003877944-7921223384912991200?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/7921223384912991200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=7921223384912991200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7921223384912991200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7921223384912991200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-is-thief.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZbiMBDbPBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/k05Ie77Qcyg/s72-c/IMG_1416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-2175224483645387707</id><published>2009-02-14T03:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:40:52.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZXUdN0-FuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TeB1Pxdsiaw/s1600-h/IMG_1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302377734691755746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZXUdN0-FuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TeB1Pxdsiaw/s320/IMG_1441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZXUMGrV13I/AAAAAAAAAQI/AFJJynnvcHg/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302377440714545010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZXUMGrV13I/AAAAAAAAAQI/AFJJynnvcHg/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZXUHKe6OzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/q676IQMz6Jc/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302377355836799794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZXUHKe6OzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/q676IQMz6Jc/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No i won't drive the speed limit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was on the road, I doubt I’ll be driving the speed limit. Maybe I’ll go over by 8 km/h? haha. AT LEAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speeding tickets? Yeah sure I’ll have them. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I’ll drive the speed limit when it's rainy, or if it's hazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck! I can’t even DRIVE yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write down the names of 21 random friends, and then answer the questions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hejiang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Nicole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. HongYie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Baky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. BingLong&lt;br /&gt;6. Carissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Joyce&lt;br /&gt;8. Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Nana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Yvonne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. WaiLong&lt;br /&gt;12. YanLing&lt;br /&gt;13. YiYin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Nadiah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. Jasmine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. Elaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. Aimee&lt;br /&gt;18. Farah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. Vivian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. WeeTeng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. Raihan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*How did you meet 7?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sem 2 Classmate! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*What would you do if you had never met 15?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm. She’s really barely even there. Haha. So I think it won’t make a big difference. But it would be a great help if she’s in the same class with u. Smart girl u know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*What would you do if 20 and 6 dated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It means they’re lesbians. -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Have you ever seen 17 cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Would 3 and 6 make a good couple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh i’ve actually thought about it! WHAT IF AH... They quarrel most of the time when they see each other! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Would 4 and 16 make a good couple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They don’t even know each other... -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you like 17?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. Very good and reliable friend! She's MY secondary Friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*What’s 5’s favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gray? Beige? Blue? Green? White? Haha. He looks good with these colours i gotta say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*When was the last time you talked to 9?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WAH very long ah! Miss her loads! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*What's one word you would use to describe 14?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sweetest, meanest and most beautiful soul! [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Who is 13 going out with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someone. I forgot the name already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*What year is 16 in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually... I HAVE NO IDEA HOW OLD SHE IS! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Where does 19 live?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jurong East opposite the Interchange! [: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*What is the best thing about 5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A VERY GOOD FRIEND! CHEERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*What would you like to tell 8 right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EH LONG TIME NO TALK! *yakdish!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Have you ever kissed 1?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hejiang u try doing that to me I swear I’ll slaughter you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*What’s the best memory you have of 3?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laughing at u on the train with hejiang from woodlands to braddell NON-STOP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*When’s the last time you’re saw 12?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm a few months? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*What was your first impression of 16?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha a very friendly person she is... after that u find out she’s quite the psycho too! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*How did you meet 18?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At JSS! Class 1C! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Have you seen 19 in the last month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nope, been light-years since I last saw her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*When was the last time you saw 11?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last day of school i think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Have you been to 21’s house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last Hari Raya! hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Have you been to the movies with 6?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. Yup yup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What was the last thing 12 told you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Eh how are you, G? Take care uh!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Would you give 8 a hug?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don’t know... ask her uh! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*When have you lied to 16?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Do you know a secret about 13?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm dunno eh? Yin got anot ah? Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Describe the relationship between 12 and 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;COMPLETE STRANGERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*How long have you known 8?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;umm 2 yrs? I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Have you ever been in a fight with 5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm i don’t think so, he’s a good guy, so most prolly not. None that i remember of anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Does 1 have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SOON... hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Have you ever danced with number 18?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Have you ever wanted to punch 2 in the face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YES...yes. She's too cute. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Has 1 met your mother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*How did you meet 21?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I’ve known her for a very long time trust me! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Did you ever accidentally physically hurt 5?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes la... haha! I think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Do you live close to 7?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Umm both of us are in the west area, so i guess that’s near la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*What is 20’s favorite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Umm roti prata ah? HAHAHA i don’t know la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*If you could change one thing about 15, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talk to me more lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Say something nice about 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*If you gave 7 $100, what would they spend it on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don’t know? But she’ll spend it wisely la... [: she’s a smart girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*What kind of car does 1 have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don’t have la... got meh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Have you traveled anywhere with 1?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-,- ask him yourself. From one end of Singapore to the other and of Singapore he’ll bring me. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Who is the most flirtatious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don’t know! Haha 6? Hahaha! Sorry CAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Which one lives farthest away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. at Pasir Ris. -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Out of the top 21, which is funniest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16! The funniest! And weirdest also! HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-2175224483645387707?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/2175224483645387707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=2175224483645387707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/2175224483645387707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/2175224483645387707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-i-wont-drive-speed-limit.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZXUdN0-FuI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TeB1Pxdsiaw/s72-c/IMG_1441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-7131292827707487908</id><published>2009-02-12T12:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:58:50.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"One More Drink" - Ludacris ft T-Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZOnWaRp9PI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Xq0tccAPyQ8/s1600-h/DSC05626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301765189797541106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZOnWaRp9PI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Xq0tccAPyQ8/s320/DSC05626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZOkGPDVrGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CZ0xgnV6SEc/s1600-h/DSC05629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301761613371911266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZOkGPDVrGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CZ0xgnV6SEc/s320/DSC05629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZOio9Ll7KI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0XvUbS8vD-U/s1600-h/DSC05884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301760010846858402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZOio9Ll7KI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0XvUbS8vD-U/s320/DSC05884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If I had a choice to choose between a million bucks, tax-free, one payment and a guarantee to live a long and healthy life, peaceful death, to exactly 100 years old with healthy kids and grandkids, I think i'll go with a long and healthy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to update my blog cos NA-DI-AH asked me to. haha. Oh well i've taken too damn long to think of something to blog about. So i'm just gonna blog about something i've thought about for quite some time now. If God ever gave you two choices anytime of your life, in any situation ur in, what would u choose? Money over life or life over money? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would want money!&lt;/span&gt; Being healthy and perhaps poor doesnt get you far in society now. Gosh with that much money it could ease my burden so much. You’re still going to die and who knows you may live to 100 anyway. It would be kinda weird knowing when you are going to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then why wouldn’t i want &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a good life&lt;/span&gt;. I mean looking at my status now, gosh i wished my bio parents weren’t ___. I would want a long and healthy life, peaceful death, to exactly 100 years old with healthy kids and grandkids. I mean, what more could you ask for right? The money would be nice but money doesn't buy happiness. And mostly because you'd run out of the money soon. Plus money is not everything in the world. Money can be made, and earned but a good life is hard to come by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i was surfing the net, and found something to do. So i thought of posting it up here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Don't Matter" - Akon (haha it means i don't care. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Seven Days" - Craig David (Huh? Dun geddit.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Tears In Heaven" - Eric Clapton (*tearing*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Fly Me To The Moon" - Michael Buble (wah! hahaha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Misery Business" - Paramore (wah i hope i don't scare off anyone.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Magick" - Klaxons (huh? dun geddit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Leaving" - Jesse McCartney (bio parents: Fact)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Pop Bottles" - BirdMan (Haha! quite true!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I'm So Paid" - Akon/Lil Wayne/Young Jeezy (dun geddit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Till I Collapse" - Eminem (dun geddit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Coffee Shop" - Yung Joc (huh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Hollywood's Not America" - Ferras (hmm... not bad not bad. haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Make Some Noise" - Krystal Meyers (cool...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Miss Independent" - Ne-Yo (hmm...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Cry For You" - September (wah damn funny ah this one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"She's Electric" - Oasis (haha retro! NICE!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Broken" - Lifehouse (haha cannot la...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"A Day Without Rain" - Enya (siao...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Decode" - Paramore (dun geddit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"For You I Will (Confidence)" - Teddy Geiger (haha isn't that supposed to be good?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Let's Get It Started" - Black Eyed Peas (ending liao, what's starting?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Don't Lie" - Black Eyed Peas (quite true... regret...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Beautiful" - Akon/Colby O' Donis/Kardinal Offishall (dun geddit...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Forget About Dre" - Dr. Dre/Eminem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Tearing Up My Heart" - N'Sync (okay, that means no then.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"You" - Lloyd (WHO SIA?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Check Yes Juliet" - We The Kings (haha good to know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Say OK" - Vanessa Hudgens (dun geddit )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"My Happy Ending" - Avril Lavigne (I hope i didn't know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"One More Drink" - Ludacris ft T-Pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-7131292827707487908?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/7131292827707487908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=7131292827707487908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7131292827707487908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7131292827707487908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-more-drink-ludacris-ft-t-pain.html' title='&quot;One More Drink&quot; - Ludacris ft T-Pain'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SZOnWaRp9PI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Xq0tccAPyQ8/s72-c/DSC05626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-8113915082820424101</id><published>2009-01-09T16:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:17:41.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, my dreams haven’t come true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289203877008166642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWcG5xmwzvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zANX5ZgzkTg/s320/sleepy+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No, my dreams haven’t come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t been getting enough rest lately. Luckily, today’s Friday. I’ll sleep early, but I’ll still have to wake up early to go to work tomorrow. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was being teamed up with Adek, Ayin, Hammy, and Ah Nel. Today’s a fine day, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215449041243010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWcRbWyci4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/XiSjzGxwEg0/s320/Picture0375+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My smoking kaki and good buddy! Ayin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215249758729058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWcRPwZys2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rFE7QcmwSJQ/s320/P090109_14.35%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn it i look so weird. Like some guy from the slumps! And look at that eyebag! GOSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215138943622770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWcRJTlaXnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ViX1WyDOi90/s320/P090109_14.34%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I SEE YOU! - Ah Nel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289213911140483666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWcQB1qVQlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/y2l7m4XOZFA/s320/P090109_14.35.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*snores* - Hammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289213817019993010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWcP8XCQi7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/0h4lwQLVe4I/s320/P090109_14.35%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhuh this i correct, hmm... this is tough... - Adek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289213166352785570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWcPWfHG4KI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QzNdaGL7HzE/s320/Picture0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am i cool or WHAT?!? - Ayin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was wretchedly uninterested cos I haven’t got anything to do. So I went online to look for a dumb quiz to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What's the colour of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;*Right now? It’s white...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any contact lens currently?&lt;br /&gt;*Nope, my eyesight’s great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing 2 things at one time now?&lt;br /&gt;*yeah, doing this dumb quiz while listening to “How to save a life” by The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;*Hmm... I’m not positively sure whether I’m in love or not... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know of anyone who likes you right now?&lt;br /&gt;*I don’t really care about these things, unless that “anyone” makes me notice her somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love the person who last gave you a message ?&lt;br /&gt;*Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone in your family pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;*Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what age do you want to be married?&lt;br /&gt;*That’s for god to decide. I just don’t wanna marry old. If I don’t get married, I’m gonna die rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to any songs?&lt;br /&gt;*Oh now I’m listening to “Ai Qing Shi Ya” by Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who last gave you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;*umm a friend at a club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a certain person went to your room , what will they see ?&lt;br /&gt;*a jungle, except the leaves are all my clothes! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be sleeping with?&lt;br /&gt;*My boxers! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;*Blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last few minutes ?&lt;br /&gt;*Talking to my boss deciding whether we should DJ at Rasa Sentosa Hotel for the SOH Graduation Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last played like a child?&lt;br /&gt;*I got no bloody idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you always do during recess?&lt;br /&gt;*smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your friends gone to your home before?&lt;br /&gt;*umm only those staying near my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking forward to any activities today?&lt;br /&gt;*umm I don’t know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you bathed?&lt;br /&gt;*umm yeah before I left school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever tell a certain person you lyke the person?&lt;br /&gt;*if she’s worth it and if I knew she wouldn’t reject me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your plan for your next birthday ?&lt;br /&gt;*NO IDEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's birthday was just over?&lt;br /&gt;*EILEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's birthday is coming up ?&lt;br /&gt;*the truth? I DON’T KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when's your birthday ?&lt;br /&gt;*10th August 1990! It’s right after national day! Heee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any nail polish right now ?&lt;br /&gt;*are u crazy? Me? Nail polish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had sex on the first date ?&lt;br /&gt;*damn that’s wicked. Damn no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on the table nearest to you?&lt;br /&gt;*a lot of rubbish! My mp3 and hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you looking at?&lt;br /&gt;*no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still sleep with your bears?&lt;br /&gt;*0.0 I’ve never had bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still keep your Barbie dolls?&lt;br /&gt;*I’d rather be rather be gay then keep Barbie dolls... on the other hand... I think I’d rather not be gay... O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWcRXOZ6uaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BlfoQ0b9hxw/s1600-h/Picture0376+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289215378071402914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWcRXOZ6uaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BlfoQ0b9hxw/s320/Picture0376+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for being my angels! You're always around me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in love with you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-8113915082820424101?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/8113915082820424101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=8113915082820424101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8113915082820424101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8113915082820424101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-my-dreams-havent-come-true.html' title='No, my dreams haven’t come true...'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWcG5xmwzvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zANX5ZgzkTg/s72-c/sleepy+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-5324245107013372597</id><published>2009-01-08T09:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:41:00.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288729645017570450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVXl1xZnJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OclbEJDQ2Ro/s320/sleepy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would you like to meet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I did a small survey to see who people would wanna meet, as in their favourite celebrities. And this was the result of the survey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVdcATjp9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/o4djf7dPlCs/s1600-h/David+Archuleta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288736073116264402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVdcATjp9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/o4djf7dPlCs/s320/David+Archuleta.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; David Archuleta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 vote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVckWcNzaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/evTcvFO5nVk/s1600-h/Robert+Pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288735116985486754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVckWcNzaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/evTcvFO5nVk/s320/Robert+Pattinson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert Eddison a.k.a &lt;strong&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 vote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVcdnPRKHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cA4eJsGWwq4/s1600-h/Taylor+Swift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288735001235499122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVcdnPRKHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cA4eJsGWwq4/s320/Taylor+Swift.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 vote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVcV6DNWyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rpU2YY_BdKk/s1600-h/Leonardo+DiCaprio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288734868846238498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVcV6DNWyI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rpU2YY_BdKk/s320/Leonardo+DiCaprio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio a.k.a &lt;strong&gt;Jack Dawson&lt;/strong&gt; in Titanic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 vote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVcIkAlRaI/AAAAAAAAANw/e1tcW4kjMN4/s1600-h/Jonas+Brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288734639591343522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVcIkAlRaI/AAAAAAAAANw/e1tcW4kjMN4/s320/Jonas+Brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 votes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVb4JDpmNI/AAAAAAAAANo/LaKc4QyO6oE/s1600-h/Jensen+Ackles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288734357478545618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVb4JDpmNI/AAAAAAAAANo/LaKc4QyO6oE/s320/Jensen+Ackles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jensen Ackles a.k.a &lt;strong&gt;Eric Brady&lt;/strong&gt; in Days Of Our Lives, &lt;strong&gt;Alec/X5-494&lt;/strong&gt; in Dark Angel, &lt;strong&gt;Jason Teague&lt;/strong&gt; in Smallville, and currently &lt;strong&gt;Dean Winchester&lt;/strong&gt; Supernatural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 vote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVbtZOUkiI/AAAAAAAAANg/STf9cljm174/s1600-h/Demi+Lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288734172839711266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVbtZOUkiI/AAAAAAAAANg/STf9cljm174/s320/Demi+Lovato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Demi Lovato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 votes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVbdTPIRhI/AAAAAAAAANY/DXvXffOJZAc/s1600-h/Selena+Gomez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288733896354579986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVbdTPIRhI/AAAAAAAAANY/DXvXffOJZAc/s320/Selena+Gomez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Selena Gomez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 votes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored in class now. Today’s team is me, GuaiLan, Ken HK and Pakar.&lt;br /&gt;And since I’m so pathetically bored in class, I wasted my time doing a quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have any voicemails on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;* Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times a day do you shower?&lt;br /&gt;* Two! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up what's the first thing you do?&lt;br /&gt;* Grab my phone and shut off the alarm! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing you bought at the store?&lt;br /&gt;* Giordano shirt. Those smart, long-sleeves one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a high school drop out?&lt;br /&gt;* NOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left hander or right handed?&lt;br /&gt;* Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;* An Indian video on youtube! DAMN FUNNY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you close with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;* Nope. Nowhere near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many best friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;* Best friends? A lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;* Tutoring a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;* 1602 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you read gossip magazines?&lt;br /&gt;* NOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to sing or dance in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;* I like singing, but not in the shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like your eggs?&lt;br /&gt;* umm I want my egg-yolk to be watery! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At McDonalds what do you usually order?&lt;br /&gt;* McSpicy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;* umm, I think so. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing about your life right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;* My financial status!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;* I never wanna go back there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met a famous person?&lt;br /&gt;* Yeah, I always see him every morning... IN THE MIRROR! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you look like anyone famous?&lt;br /&gt;* Bloody Mas Selamat... =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever taken drugs?&lt;br /&gt;* umm yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever woke up and didn't know who the person was sleeping next to you?&lt;br /&gt;* wondered who? Maybe... But not knowing who they are, that’s just crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a criminal record?&lt;br /&gt;* umm yeah I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;* Being alone... Thin wallet, dry bank, and people who think they’re the biggest fcuk in da world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite TV-show?&lt;br /&gt;* Prison Break, Heroes, Smallville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;* Red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to the radio?&lt;br /&gt;* Nowadays yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any instruments?&lt;br /&gt;* Other than the recorder, no! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the date today?&lt;br /&gt;* 8th January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;* Umm someone, and more money! Haha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were in a swimming pool?&lt;br /&gt;* Can’t remember! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re in the shower, what's the first thing you wash?&lt;br /&gt;* My face, then my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear makeup?&lt;br /&gt;* O.O What kind of question is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the strangest place you've slept?&lt;br /&gt;* I don’t remember. I don’t think I’ve ever slept at a strange place! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many colours have you dyed your hair?&lt;br /&gt;* Only Purple! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hit on by somebody 10 years older than you?&lt;br /&gt;* Umm no? I don’t hit on or get hit by mommies! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you rode the car/bike with?&lt;br /&gt;* Can’t remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waitng for somebody's text ?&lt;br /&gt;* I always wait for people to text me...&lt;/em&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/146215364003877944-5324245107013372597?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/5324245107013372597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=5324245107013372597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5324245107013372597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5324245107013372597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SWVXl1xZnJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/OclbEJDQ2Ro/s72-c/sleepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-442893193090772068</id><published>2009-01-02T01:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:27:28.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My band's name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Indipenduhnsee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Listen to our MUSIC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theindependency"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.myspace.com/theindependency&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SUHUyAKku3I/AAAAAAAAANA/pE2pF3t5hYc/s320/overwhelming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;overwhelming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I like NASCAR better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Did you know? Before you go to sleep at night, there’s always 1 person of the opposite sex thinking of you. They want to kiss you, they want to be with you, they are always thinking about you before they go to sleep at night and they are longing to be with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause you and I both loved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-2120066428055551432?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/2120066428055551432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=2120066428055551432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/2120066428055551432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/2120066428055551432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/12/overwhelming.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SUHUyAKku3I/AAAAAAAAANA/pE2pF3t5hYc/s72-c/overwhelming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-1466247051713650637</id><published>2008-12-09T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:17:19.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/ST5dsmhUNUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/AChLnpBYZeo/s1600-h/The+Awful+Truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277758834160710978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/ST5dsmhUNUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/AChLnpBYZeo/s320/The+Awful+Truth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I’d pay $12 for a pair of sneakers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss A,&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the first time you saw me cry. Well not exactly cry, but tear. Shocked huh? Thanks for being there. You’re one I can count on, I’m sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss O,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for bringing me to the service. This may sound a little insulting, but the service was more like a motivational talk to me. And I’ve got to say, I was motivated by the speaker’s words. Moreover, I was moved. And the CGM too. It was rather fun getting to know your Cell Group a little better.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping you could open up to me more so I wouldn’t be kept in the dark. That way I could be a better friend or even more than a friend. I know you’ve had bad experiences in your life, and maybe that’s the reason you don’t want to share with me. But I have mine too. I know I’ve never gone through what you’ve gone through, but let me tell you. You haven’t gone through what I’ve gone through. Both of us have our own differences, which is why I hoped we could share them with each other.&lt;br /&gt;I want apologise to you for talking rubbish yesterday night. It may sound like I meant it, but you know me. I say what I feel. I’m sorry if I was dumb enough to even have the thought. I’m guessing that’s why you’re mad at me, cos I said I wanted to ___. I just hope we could stop with the silence cos its really awkward just seeing you and not talking to you. You’re a good friend, and I don’t wanna lose that friendship... One more time, a thousand apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was damned sick today. Came to school late, cos I was walking really really slowly after I woke up. My body felt real weak. Been having too much on my mind I guess, that’s why I’m sick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no love for me no more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-1466247051713650637?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/1466247051713650637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=1466247051713650637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/1466247051713650637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/1466247051713650637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/12/awful.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/ST5dsmhUNUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/AChLnpBYZeo/s72-c/The+Awful+Truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-6057599369140573974</id><published>2008-11-25T19:27:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:49:01.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS-1nXTEg3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/nt3OJoA1rzw/s1600-h/indescribable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273633376547668850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS-1nXTEg3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/nt3OJoA1rzw/s320/indescribable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beyond words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don’t believe everything the media says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was working at United Square last weekend as The Zerfie again. Here are the pics! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272928857407788274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS0028-ylPI/AAAAAAAAALY/OMqp5cQ91e8/s320/Dex+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dex is back! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272928996633546674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS00_DozD7I/AAAAAAAAALg/86my0unp9g4/s320/Dex.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course all the other kids! (I couldn't stand this kid! I just had to get a pic with her! SOOO CUTE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272929158728210962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS01IffLWhI/AAAAAAAAALo/9LVHmImKpDk/s320/Dex+Rockie+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking around bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272929271961732050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS01PFUJw9I/AAAAAAAAALw/5pEoPVDuYo0/s320/Dex+Suzie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we walked around the mall a bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272929504368417714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS01cnGOW7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/zFhfDps4fAQ/s320/Dex+Rockie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... and found ourselves a dustbin so cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272929580010343218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS01hA4qizI/AAAAAAAAAMA/W8kuiqA13TI/s320/Dex+Lion.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I actually decided to take a picture with it! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272929730311277938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS01pwzMzXI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iycwWBmfp5w/s320/Dex+Rockie+Suzie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fun fun fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272929990173939906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS01443SWMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OkmaAoFWpuA/s320/G!+JinMan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and my BOSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272930079444023554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS01-Fa7uQI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f2z-ZbxDOHs/s320/G!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(at the top of the pic) &lt;/span&gt;Baby Alive!... Elmo DIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear daughter... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really matters to me whether you’re sad, happy, stress or whatever it is. And don’t say I don’t have to care about you. It’s only natural that I care about you. Like you, when I don’t need you to care, you just do. And that’s really kind of you. And it is NOT a waste of time. Instead I’ll say it’s a good use of time! I will do my best not to wear this mask, only in front of you, anymore. But you have to promise me you won’t lie about how you feel. Cause I can see right through you. Like I told you that day, don’t lie to me when I know you’re not feeling that way. Why I wear this mask is cos I don’t like people to see that I’m hurting inside or I’m vulnerable or whatever it is. Yes you were right, I don’t want people to know what’s happening in my head. I hate opening up about some things. If I had the answers to why things are happening to me, you’d be the first to know. You’re the bestest friend, even better, daughter!! Now that you know a part of me, just keep it to yourself kay? The personal stuff, you know what I’m talking about… Don’t worry, papa’s strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Nydia’s birthday yesterday; here are some of the pictures. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273624196511912594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS-tRA__UpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/neyi1gVFpY8/s320/DSCF2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Nydia, the b'day girl putting the candles on the cute cute ice cream cake! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273624407162493522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS-tdRvAGlI/AAAAAAAAAMo/44OeW2C5O2w/s320/DSCF2288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And there you have, the b'day girl and me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life, I hate wearing a mask. And I’m getting tired. But, what for? I’ve been holding on since god knows when. And to give up now would be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life. So, I’m still gonna hold on. But only my daughter could see through this thick mask. Thanks for being the one I could trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you hadn’t messaged me. I really felt like tearing it all. It’s like you’re killing me slowly, making me suffer each second. Do I still love you? I won’t tell you the answer. But instead, you think! After all you put me through, you still think so? I’m not that dumb you know... Even if you say you won’t, I can never know when you’d turn around and ask me to fuck off again, remember? So now I’ll tell it to you. “Fuck off and go find someone else!” And I warn you, I don’t care if that guy got you pregnant, but let me tell you this. Don’t come finding me. I don’t care anymore. If you do, I’m just gonna make sure you’re being left there crying. I swear. So fuck off.&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/146215364003877944-6057599369140573974?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/6057599369140573974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=6057599369140573974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/6057599369140573974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/6057599369140573974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/11/beyond-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SS-1nXTEg3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/nt3OJoA1rzw/s72-c/indescribable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-377180141316729355</id><published>2008-11-24T18:44:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:48:04.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrUVBZhFxI/AAAAAAAAALA/hu-Eqpbb2rI/s1600-h/Indescribable.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272259771408389906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrUVBZhFxI/AAAAAAAAALA/hu-Eqpbb2rI/s320/Indescribable.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;beyond description...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I prefer Prime Rib Steak than Ribeye Steak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm gonna summarise my past days using pictures. So have fun watching! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;15th &amp;amp; 16th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272196943705351154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSqbL991I_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Gwj5PEpYxYQ/s320/Dex+Ayin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Introducing to you... The Red Zerfie, Dex... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272196857814454994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSqbG9_2EtI/AAAAAAAAAII/cL4XLQ9fmMM/s320/Dex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah ready for some Zerfie FUN? WOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272197121092832242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSqbWSyTS_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MlZNV147Nk8/s320/Dex+Rockie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the other 2 Zerfies, The Pink Zerfie, Suzie! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's WaiLong (LOL!!!)&lt;/span&gt; and The Purple Zerfie, Rockie! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's Ayin!&lt;/span&gt; Look at us, we're so popular so many people &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(mostly kids la, what do you expect)&lt;/span&gt; wanna take photo with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272197258989843026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSqbeUfgslI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Qf4NrkXXjGU/s320/Dex+Rockie+Suzie.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there you have it, The Zerfies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(with crazy + cute kids running around us. LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272197540686322226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSqbut5L2jI/AAAAAAAAAIo/U31wJ5SvF0w/s320/Dex+Suzie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha Dex bullying Suzie!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272197715484114210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSqb45EOfSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ql8W7QK6Anw/s320/Dex+Suzie+Chicken+Ayin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then suddenly one chicken came out of nowhere&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272197808262881474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSqb-SsaIMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/J6H-INptHO8/s320/G!+and+YiYin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our dear mascot minder, YiYin! Lovely person! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272198066332357026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSqcNUE90aI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/iH_vf1hdE0M/s320/G!+WaiLong+Ayin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The people behind the masks, or should i say... BLOCKHEADS?? They're G &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ME!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, WaiLong and Ayin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272197880845049474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSqcChFWHoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/F8s8QRkioA8/s320/G!+Audrey+WaiLong+AhYi.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The promoters were working, but we managed to borrow them for a few seconds. Haha. The ones in white were the promoters. Namely, Audrey my nu er! And AhYi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272197967838802722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSqcHlKRcyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZOaMjispKUo/s320/G!+Ayin+WaiLong+JinYi.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's me, WaiLong, Ayin and our 2nd day mascot minder, JinYi! Blurblur kid! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272198148927701922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSqcSHxOw6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/bv4_ydSBoNk/s320/G!+WaiLong+Ayin+Audrey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The daddy of the people, ALY G! HAHA! That's WaiLong, Ayin and Audrey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Actually I was supposed to post this up a LONG time ago (photos on the day of Pam's birthday), but since i just got it from Pam, here they are. I realised we didn't take many photos, i think cos we were having too much fun smashing cake at her face! LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253020602303282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrOMEr7AzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CLEYmer-5q4/s320/DSCF2093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Took these kids so damn long to get ready for a photo shoot. Was kinda mad that they actually took quite a long time for a 5 minutes photo shoot. WTH! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253277643141106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrObCPO7_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/FloVxQQ1ySs/s320/DSCF2096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253826128774290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrO69gZhJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JldMtMeOG4k/s320/DSCF2097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;W46B and guests, starring baby cookie monster and Elmo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And after that we had WaiLong's birthday a few days later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272254853744338866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrP2xrCp7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rQqA88vuo5Q/s320/G!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were coming back from CWP after we bought the cake. I look &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; from the side uh? HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrTHOReAGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-376dUG4UkM/s1600-h/G!+WaiLong+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272258434834497634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrTHOReAGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-376dUG4UkM/s320/G!+WaiLong+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Me and the birthday boy, WaiLong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272255640077114658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrQki_YnSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_qh5URpujh0/s320/G!+Wailong.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Must give him a kiss since he agreed to wear the rudolf nose that me, Pam and Joyce bought for him. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrSp2C12TI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9PSEdp0W1JI/s1600-h/G!+Ayin+WaiLong+Kin+Nel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272257930114488626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrSp2C12TI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9PSEdp0W1JI/s320/G!+Ayin+WaiLong+Kin+Nel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's Ayin, b'day boy, Shikin and Ah Nel, my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrRxDSQTAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/owG1Xe0RQsY/s1600-h/G!+WaiLong+Zee+Ijah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272256954416253954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrRxDSQTAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/owG1Xe0RQsY/s320/G!+WaiLong+Zee+Ijah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That's Adek &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Ijah!),&lt;/span&gt; Zee &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my brother&lt;/span&gt;, b'day boy, and me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272559202698392162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSvkqN4N8mI/AAAAAAAAALI/rV3jOYOsGuw/s320/DSCF2244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then me, Pam and adek gave him some make over! Cool shit huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrRTEFttsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tbAHDA0yBVY/s1600-h/G!+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272256439236015810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrRTEFttsI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tbAHDA0yBVY/s320/G!+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And after that i got my fair share too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrQKm6_88I/AAAAAAAAAKI/UCU1jC5WfRs/s1600-h/G!+Class+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272255194455864258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrQKm6_88I/AAAAAAAAAKI/UCU1jC5WfRs/s320/G!+Class+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;W46B!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;waiting for a love like this...&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/146215364003877944-377180141316729355?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/377180141316729355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=377180141316729355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/377180141316729355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/377180141316729355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/11/beyond-description.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SSrUVBZhFxI/AAAAAAAAALA/hu-Eqpbb2rI/s72-c/Indescribable.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-8462146153285910743</id><published>2008-11-15T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:58:44.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SR27YTKsroI/AAAAAAAAAHY/leA5A-qx3Xc/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268573165229747842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SR27YTKsroI/AAAAAAAAAHY/leA5A-qx3Xc/s320/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;content &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A gallon of milk is more expensive than a gallon of gas or a pack of cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy that I’m getting closer with my friends, after all they’re all I’ve got. Joyce, Zee, Nydia, Pam. Not to forget the rest. Well I’m happy that you guys are being such a dear to me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, a good friend of mine, siao joyjoy auntie ji dan, fell sick! Then until now still sick. Eh please take care of yourself okay? I feel really very sad seeing u in this condition. That’s why I want to do everything I can so that you get well soon. Please ah. No dark chocolates till you get better okay? Whether is relapse or asthma attack or whatever it is, I just want you to get well. Must use the inhaler whenever you feel a bit breathless, and don’t stress yourself with work too much. That place you work at is too cramp, I scared you at there very hard to breathe. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m putting drinking a side, but breezers might be an exception prolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PAM! Celebrated her birthday on the same day as well. Will upload the photos soon after Pam pass me the photos. Haha we bought her an Elmo soft toy shared by Zee, me, Joyce, and WaiLong. Bought an Elmo bag as well, bought by me and Joyce. And also chocolate cake bought by the whole class. I managed to smash some (well actually a lot!) on Pam’s face. Oh well it’s your birthday anyways, so no harm in having fun! Now you get to hughug bear and Elmo as well. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna start hating the class very soon. I’m really disappointed in you guys, seriously. We’re celebrating her birthday, your own classmate even if it’s not your good friend. And you guys just sit around and do your work. Then I wanted to take a class photo, FOR A FEW MINUTES, and it took so long to get your arses of the chair. WTH?! Even if she doesn’t mind, what do you think it says about you guys towards her? You guys think la, I don’t want to be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why you haven’t been talking to me... I’m trying my best to be closer, but maybe it isn’t possible? I don’t know, but maybe being just a friend isn’t that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, you suddenly come back into my life via a phone call, complaining to me how effed up your life is because he dumped you, worse than you dumped me, FOR HIM. Why’d you let him sleep with you? I thought you weren’t the type who’d easily let guys get under your dress? WTF. And now you think I can just take you back with open arms? When you wanted to break up with me, you said, you just don’t have any feelings for me anymore. I cried myself to sleep that night thinking about it. Haiz. All those 3 years, all the sacrifice, all the love I could give you, and it turned out like that, and now this? Please just leave me alone. Call me a coward because I can’t tell you upfront about my decision. This is my decision, get out of my life. After reading this, you should be able to understand the pain I felt when you left me. Good riddance to perfect relationships...&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t remind me about why I’m not close with my real family. Haiz. I know it’s not the perfect family, well I don’t know whether to even call it a family. Those who still have your family by your side, even if they are strict with you; they still love and care for you. Don’t take that for granted. I hope I could feel it, but I guess, for me wishing for it is regarded as forbidden. But I’m lucky to have such good friends by my side. Well hope they stay there and not go anywhere cos they’re the only ones I have. You guys know who you are. Pam, Joyce, Zee, Nydia... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy that some people are having good relationships with their hopefully-soon-to-be husbands, and at the same time, mad about those assholes who’re treating their girls like she’s the fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at suntec tomorrow, and Sunday, wear costume! Haha! Anyone see me there don’t tell anyone okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SR27Diy-bYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SwfVeFHtAYg/s1600-h/Picture0401+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268572808647961986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SR27Diy-bYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SwfVeFHtAYg/s320/Picture0401+(2).jpg" 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/146215364003877944-8462146153285910743?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/8462146153285910743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=8462146153285910743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8462146153285910743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8462146153285910743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/11/content-gallon-of-milk-is-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SR27YTKsroI/AAAAAAAAAHY/leA5A-qx3Xc/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-6870805688491435013</id><published>2008-11-08T22:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:16:30.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SRXPKS7VE0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wx48BG3Mdhc/s1600-h/annoyed3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266343115065987906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SRXPKS7VE0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wx48BG3Mdhc/s320/annoyed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Infuriated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Black bears, brown bears, polar bears, grizzly bears, and all other bears are scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow it’s been such a long time since I’ve updated my blog. So I’ll just talk about some of the stuff I did over the period of time when I didn’t blog as short as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve been working a lot during past week. And only had a day off which was on... I forgot... And worked and worked. And so this coming Monday, I’ll be starting my restaurant training. From school, to vivo, which is, by the way a FCUKING long journey? Damn... I hate working in the F&amp;amp;B industry you know. Being in the golfing industry sure is much better, but being a caddy, I don’t get any CPF (important for my future). So whatever la... Oh ya... I just cut my hair! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this very meaningful song. Read the lyrics! It’s really about this guy, who’s really sweet. Argh you read it for yourself and decide! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna camp in&lt;br /&gt;my sleeping bag &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not gonna move, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got some words on&lt;br /&gt;cardboard got your picture in my hand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saying if you see this girl&lt;br /&gt;can you tell her where I am, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some try to hand me money they don't&lt;br /&gt;understand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How&lt;br /&gt;can I move on when I'm still in love with you... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos&lt;br /&gt;if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your&lt;br /&gt;heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking maybe&lt;br /&gt;you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'd see me&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm&lt;br /&gt;not moving... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Policeman&lt;br /&gt;says son you can't stay here, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said there's someone I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;for if it's a day, a month, a year,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta stand my ground even if&lt;br /&gt;it rains or snows, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If she changes her mind this is the first place&lt;br /&gt;she will go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that&lt;br /&gt;you're missing me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this&lt;br /&gt;earth I can be, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place&lt;br /&gt;that we'd meet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of&lt;br /&gt;the street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm not moving... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not&lt;br /&gt;moving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not moving... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not&lt;br /&gt;moving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People talk about the guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's&lt;br /&gt;waiting on a girl... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oohoohwoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are no holes in&lt;br /&gt;his shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But a big hole in his world... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'll come running to the corner... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos you'll&lt;br /&gt;know it's just for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the man who can't be&lt;br /&gt;moved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're&lt;br /&gt;missing me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I&lt;br /&gt;can be, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd&lt;br /&gt;meet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the&lt;br /&gt;street.[Repeat in background]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm not moving... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not moving... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going back to the corner&lt;br /&gt;where I first saw you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not&lt;br /&gt;gonna move.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been coming to school late, all because of late night drinking. Damn it. I’ve been forgetting to do my RJ as well. It’s not that I’m lazy; I just have no idea of what to write for the RJs. And suddenly I forget all about it when I reach home. Double damn it! Someone told me I’ve been smoking too much, that’s why I’ve been forgetting so much. Haha lame sia. I’m trying my bloody best to cut down on smoking. So if I meet you, then I’ll let you hold on to my cigarettes so I don’t go smoking too much. And so far, sweets are the only replacement for my smoking. So thanks for helping me out a lot. You’re the best! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after getting to work as a caddy once more, I’ve been having some extra money, and what a shame it is that I’m using the money to go drink. I will do my best to save the money! And I’ll use the money to feed you sweets or whatever you want! And let the ants bite you cos of all the sweetness! Or maybe I’ll just bite u rather than the ants! Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I downloading episode 14 and 15 of the Taiwanese show already. Hopefully it’ll be done before Monday so I can pass it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SRXN4sIVV6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yc58GCe9ueU/s1600-h/Picture0373+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266341713082144674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SRXN4sIVV6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yc58GCe9ueU/s320/Picture0373+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SRXNfKJqoGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4kZnLcUknKU/s1600-h/Picture0372+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266341274464198754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SRXNfKJqoGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4kZnLcUknKU/s320/Picture0372+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-6870805688491435013?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/6870805688491435013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=6870805688491435013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/6870805688491435013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/6870805688491435013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/11/infuriated-black-bears-brown-bears.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SRXPKS7VE0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wx48BG3Mdhc/s72-c/annoyed3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-8852134101816950885</id><published>2008-10-28T23:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:56:42.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQdDGstPxmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E1TgTLx1m-g/s1600-h/annoyed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262248471964927586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQdDGstPxmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E1TgTLx1m-g/s320/annoyed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt; annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't understand why you people can’t make yourself free just to go out with everyone. Probably you don’t like the class as much? Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee, thanks for listening me out man. Like I told you, I could try cutting down my smoking and drinking, but I can’t promise you it’ll work. And so... now you know the, so called, “real” me. I know what I’m doing and where my life’s headed, I just gotta keep holdin on and be strong I guess. And like I said, I ain’t gonna let my children go through what I’m gonna go through. They’re gonna have a better youth than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyways, the Yamaha people e-mailed me already. Well they only have guitar lessons at certain music schools only. The only one I found that is in the middle of Hougang and Simei is at Plaza Singapura. I don’t know if it’s in the middle of your house and your friend’s house, but it’s in the middle of Singapore! LOL! I’ll forward you the e-mail when you’re online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so deep that it didn't even bleeding catch me...&lt;/span&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/146215364003877944-8852134101816950885?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/8852134101816950885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=8852134101816950885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8852134101816950885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8852134101816950885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/10/annoyed-i-dont-understand-why-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQdDGstPxmI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E1TgTLx1m-g/s72-c/annoyed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-1044946952384342981</id><published>2008-10-24T20:27:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T00:54:17.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQHiCz8DIvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zD3iCs3sHc0/s1600-h/annoyed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260734377675137778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQHiCz8DIvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zD3iCs3sHc0/s320/annoyed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;irritated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles Manson is creepier...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I met Ijam and Noi after school yesterday. Their baby looked so damned cute. And she totally looked like Ijam! Haha. And what a beautiful name she has. Seri Ramadania. Well, I hope your family will always be blessed with happiness always. Even when I’m not around to take care of you guys, I know you guys can take care of yourselves. Both of you are already married, so yeah, both of you take care now. Oh sorry ijam, you left you bullet CD with me... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, I messaged Rinie asking her when was Michelle’s birthday, cause I THOUGHT her birthday was on the 24th, but in actual fact, RINIE’S birthday was on the 24th. LOL. Michelle’s birthday’s on the 25th Nov. HAHA. Mixed both of them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Screw you WaiLong. Anyhow call Pamela say I ____ her. Freaking bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh thanks Rinie for helping me with my RJ, when I don’t feel like doing it every time. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And thanks Nicole, for getting me the cake. And i'm not angry cos you overslept la. At least you made the effort to get the cake for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hasif, I don’t know when my big boss will be coming back from his South Africa trip, but I’ll be sure to call you up when he wants to interview you, so don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I took a leave from work today, because Joyce asked me to follow her to watch a performance. But at last, I didn’t go because she was going to meet HER friends there. Now why would I follow, if of all your friends, I only know you? Of course I’ll feel left out right? But oh well, it’s a free day for me. Don’t worry; I’m not mad at you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and for this girl (I think you know I’m talking about you, I’m not saying your name cause, well... I don’t want people to think otherwise)I don’t smoke in front of people who don’t like it. Simple, it’s called respect. I’ll try cutting down my cigarette intake, but I can’t promise you that I’ll quit, because it’s not like this is the first time I’m trying to cut down. Since you want me to do it for you, I shall. You asked me, “What makes me wanna smoke?” I’ve never really thought about it. Loneliness? Maybe... Stress? Maybe too... But all I know is, I smoke when I feel like it. When I’m sad or lonely or stressed out or pissed, I smoke it all out. Weed? Fish? Power? I threw all that away already, and sworn to never take them ever again. And about school, I’ll try my best to encourage myself to go to school more. It’s not that I wanna quit, but if I think I’m wasting my time and money for school, I might as well just quit. And please, don’t say you don’t care about your grades. I’ll make sure you care. Want to study, then study. Don’t want to study, don’t waste money. So like you said, we’ll encourage each other. I’ll cut down with the cigarettes as long as you’re around me. And I’ll try helping you not to skip school that often.. I do it for you, so you do it for me too... Haha! Good deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photos from today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260754099160865282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQHz-wMp2gI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MAdCKD1NZRM/s320/DSCF1741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260756634980402130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQH2SW3JQ9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/FdaNcDwtV0s/s320/DSCF1744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260759085315672354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQH4g_EmSSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jSeq9lI4KD8/s320/DSCF1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQH6a3ue_RI/AAAAAAAAAGI/QECS5acQjfc/s320/DSCF1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260761752700211714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQH68P2oUgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/30DrjGxVX1o/s320/DSCF1748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260762491992164930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQH7nR7kSkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vfBu1vcF0gY/s320/DSCF1749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260763236863623298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQH8SoywwII/AAAAAAAAAGg/rl87QotIRrs/s320/DSCF1750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;knock me out and let me go back to sleep... i can laugh all i want inside, i still am empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-1044946952384342981?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/1044946952384342981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=1044946952384342981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/1044946952384342981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/1044946952384342981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/10/irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SQHiCz8DIvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zD3iCs3sHc0/s72-c/annoyed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-5350285326379700845</id><published>2008-10-18T09:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:45:57.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mich, i found this song, and i think this suits the situation ur in right now. Please don't cry anymore. Knowing that ur crying makes me feel so so sad, really. It's really heart-aching to know that a friend of mine is crying and i can do nothing about it. This song says exactly, what i wanna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heart is stronger than you think&lt;br /&gt;It's like it can go through anything&lt;br /&gt;And even when you think it can't it finds a way to still push on, though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you want to run away&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got the patience for the pain&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't believe it look into&lt;br /&gt;Your heart the beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you that&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, dust it off, don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you can go be your own miracle&lt;br /&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart keeps telling you don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning, wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, Just Stand Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like we all have better days&lt;br /&gt;Problems getting all up in your face&lt;br /&gt;Just because you go through it&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean it got to take control, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gotta find no hiding place&lt;br /&gt;Because the heart can beat the hate&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let your mind keep playin' you&lt;br /&gt;And sayin' you can't go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you that&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, dust it off, don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you can go be your own miracle&lt;br /&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart keeps telling you don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning, wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, Just Stand Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't gotta be a prisoner in your mind&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, dust it off&lt;br /&gt;You can live your life&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart be your guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will know that you're good if you trust in the good&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Light up the dark, if you follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;And it will get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the mind keeps thinking you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart keeps telling you don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning, wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, Just Stand Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got it in you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in now, find it within now&lt;br /&gt;Find it within you, find it within&lt;br /&gt;Through it all, just stand up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll, i need something else would someone... please just give me, hit me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-5350285326379700845?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/5350285326379700845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=5350285326379700845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5350285326379700845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5350285326379700845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/10/mich-i-found-this-song-and-i-think-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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-146215364003877944.post-7453696711202791588</id><published>2008-10-16T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:44:20.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SPapQZMcDdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JwY6Rk5ZXOs/s1600-h/Not+Guilty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257575714107690450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SPapQZMcDdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JwY6Rk5ZXOs/s320/Not+Guilty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the 2nd time someone has done me like this. Its ok... i'll just remember it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been smoking too much these few days. I realised it only this morning. I bought a pack yesterday, and when i woke up to have my breakfast ciggarette, i realised there was less than 10 already. Goodness. I'm not purposely doing this. It's just natural. I just smoke and smoke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;asleep, i still see you lying next to me... so deep that it didn't even bleeding catch me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-7453696711202791588?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/7453696711202791588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=7453696711202791588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7453696711202791588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7453696711202791588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-guilty.html' title='not guilty'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SPapQZMcDdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JwY6Rk5ZXOs/s72-c/Not+Guilty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-4515429614688594574</id><published>2008-10-14T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:13:49.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cold heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SPKmu6P1zHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-Ed0RSyuUKw/s1600-h/cold+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256447039934680178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SPKmu6P1zHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-Ed0RSyuUKw/s320/cold+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sick lately. I don’t know why. The doc says I’m undergoing stress, lack of rest, too much cigarettes due to stress. pfft I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of you two. I don’t know why. It felt really good in that dream. We were having so much fun. But then you know the feeling u get, when u wake up and realise that it’s just a dream and it may just possibly not happen. It fucking sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fine and class is as per normal. I’m getting closer to my class now, and also I have a FRIEND in class. She likes AND is like tweety bird. Haha. She may be small, but don’t try to eat her cause u might end up killing yourself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;so deep that it didn't even bleeding catch me off guard, red handed, now i'm far from lonely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-4515429614688594574?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/4515429614688594574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=4515429614688594574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/4515429614688594574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/4515429614688594574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/10/cold-heart.html' title='cold heart...'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SPKmu6P1zHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-Ed0RSyuUKw/s72-c/cold+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-6571663676868161159</id><published>2008-10-09T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:02:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SO3x2sYWY4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/acG_tOS383c/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255122262139757442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SO3x2sYWY4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/acG_tOS383c/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the mood i am right now. Feel so damn down. Just thinking about it makes me feel this way. Everything has changed. I guess "forever ever after" was just a lie. I'm sorry. I'm gonna miss all the good times we had. I hope one day it'll be the same again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-6571663676868161159?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/6571663676868161159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=6571663676868161159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/6571663676868161159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/6571663676868161159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-mood-i-am-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SO3x2sYWY4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/acG_tOS383c/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-2831746014359567717</id><published>2008-10-03T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:52:53.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate eveything...</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry i can't use it anymore. i really treasured what u gave me and it really meant something to me, seriously. But now... i just don't dare to see you anymore... its not that i don't have the guts... i just feel really really very sorry... i don't dare to tell it to you... because i don't want u to get the impression that i didn't cherish everything u ever gave and done for me... i'm really really sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for her...i wrote a short one yesterday cos i was too tired and sleepy but i managed to squeeze out some energy... here's what i actually want to tell you but too draggy to say it to u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to understand that this WAS and IS a growing experience. I'm not making it look like its not important or what, but u told me this is the first time u experience such an effed up asshole. everyone has to have a first and very few and far between are the firsts of the lasts. Prolly why this happened to u is because the qualities u had, he saw them as a weak spot. But i think there's nothing wrong with you, being gullible, innocent, young and soft-hearted. If you think that they're ur weak points, then turn it around into a positive manner and be trusting, sincere, heart-felt, and caring. Those are not negative characteristics at all. let me tell you, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU! i'll be there for you if/when/whenever you need a shoulder. You can do anything you want, say anything you want to me and i'll hear you out. or maybe some good old fashioned tears, i don't mind. You can trust me with everything. Even though you may not see it now, but you will grow and will continue to grow from this crisis. What we see as problems in life at an early age form the building blocks of who we are later on. This life that you're leading right now is going to make some amazing, handsome, caring, and understanding guy fall that much more in love with you when the timing is right. Just take it slow from now on, and really understand who a person is before getting in too deep. It takes awhile...to know the good and BAD side of a person. If u ever wanna talk, i'll forever listen with big ears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-2831746014359567717?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/2831746014359567717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=2831746014359567717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/2831746014359567717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/2831746014359567717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-eveything.html' title='i hate eveything...'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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-146215364003877944.post-7669240035131351553</id><published>2008-10-03T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T02:26:47.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been such a long time since i've blogged...&lt;br /&gt;this is for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing you can do is learn from your mistake, but it sounds like you're not ready for a tough lesson at this point. I assure you, you will not be alone because i'm gonna be here for as long as you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've known lots of girls who get played like what happened to you... sometimes it's hard to tell when a guy is sincere huh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-7669240035131351553?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/7669240035131351553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=7669240035131351553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7669240035131351553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/7669240035131351553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/10/been-such-long-time-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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-146215364003877944.post-8974801745593828354</id><published>2008-09-20T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T03:41:34.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your favorite juice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SNVCg8oD79I/AAAAAAAAAEo/T0kmqX8Snos/s1600-h/cuddling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248174074567585746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SNVCg8oD79I/AAAAAAAAAEo/T0kmqX8Snos/s320/cuddling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just cuddling fingers... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow it's been quite some time since I’ve actually updated my blog. Well I’ve been busy with a lot of stuff lately. But I managed to squeeze out sometime today to blog, just so that I don’t bore my dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I would like to address &lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/strong&gt; who has been reading my blog. You’re one shitty piece of dumb worthless bastard. You’re a fuck bastard and I fucking hate you for everything you put my friend through. I am going to fucking hire hardcore gays or, even better, banglas to fucking rape you. Fuckety fuck fuck fuck. &lt;strong&gt;NOW I’VE GOT IT ALL OUTTA MY SYSTEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand why some people are so worthless. Who would ask a girl to PAY for his meals and his other expenses? &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt; only a low-life loser would do that! I have so many other reasons to why the fuck I should beat the fuck out of you, but I guess it wouldn’t make any difference since you and her are already separated. &lt;strong&gt;GOODNESS!&lt;/strong&gt; If I hadn’t known her, she would’ve have suffered being with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy that she's already not with that guy. Be SINGLE like me! Happy and carefree! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toe doesn’t hurt as much as before, so I’m going to put the operation on hold. I know it’s not a good idea, but I seriously don’t know when I can go to the hospital to get it done. I’ve got a really tight schedule, with school in the way of every one of my plans. I hate studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent my particulars to one of the tuition agencies, hoping they’ll call me back to go for the interview. I need to get this new job since I can’t work as a caddy no more since I can’t go running around with my toe in its state. And I don’t wanna work during the night anymore cos it’s really tiring to work during the night, and go to school during the day. The only time I get to sleep is when I’m in the &lt;strong&gt;MRT&lt;/strong&gt; or in the bus. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE JUICE!&lt;/strong&gt; Both pomegranate and orange. I just tried pomegranate for the first time last month and I loved it! Orange is only nice when it’s freshly squeezed. I wonder what everyone else’s favorite juice is. Haha…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What's your favorite juice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-8974801745593828354?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/8974801745593828354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=8974801745593828354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8974801745593828354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8974801745593828354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-cuddling-fingers.html' title='What&apos;s your favorite juice?'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SNVCg8oD79I/AAAAAAAAAEo/T0kmqX8Snos/s72-c/cuddling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-5661154479870057325</id><published>2008-09-16T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:13:50.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the most popular game on the planet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_Zed9khQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0_UOo3SWaLU/s1600-h/Something+Not+Seen+Everyday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246651208372094210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_Zed9khQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0_UOo3SWaLU/s320/Something+Not+Seen+Everyday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;something not seen everyday. SUPERHEROES gathering. Playing rugby... HAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so damn bloody shagged right now. I think I didn’t have enough sleep yesterday. IT WAS TOTALLY WEIRD YESTERDAY NIGHT! I was webcamming with queen yesterday and I asked her to send me a picture she took using her handphone. So while waiting for that slowpoke, I lied down FOR A WHILE. The next moment I woke up, it was already 5 plus.... AM!!! And I was like WTF! I quickly checked my lappy and she said she too tired of waiting le and all that stuff... OMG I’M SO SORRY!!!! HAHAHA!!! BLUEK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at 7 and went off to school. Met up with queen at the MRT, smoked and walked to school together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bloody draggy day. IVAN OH, my communications facilitator A.K.A. the pastor, was giving his slow, steady and “cool” instructions of how to go about bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla. SERIOUSLY, that guy hasn’t got a fun youth I think. HAHA! And so after first meeting, me, wailong, bryan, yauming, and ken went to have our breakfast together. We were SUPPOSED to have all our food in class, but KEN went to us WITH A PLATE and asked, “eh... want sit at where??” HAHA!! He didn’t have a clue what was happening! What a slow guy... and all of us were practically laughing our asses off at him. The rest of the day was a total bore. Pam left class after 2nd meeting, (take care uh! (: ) and there were 4 of us and the rest felt like leaving, but at last they didn’t. Then after the whole meeting, The BIG BOYS of W46B cam whored in class. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246651447486331234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_ZsYu2OWI/AAAAAAAAADA/8a932Gn8pAo/s320/Picture0372.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at first it was just me and wailong... (my tongue that colour cos ate pam's monster sweets... haha... COOOOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246662061127148642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_jWLoApGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JZusevKFyTk/s320/Picture0374.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;soon, nelson and yauming joined in the cam whoring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246652334049214002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_af_b6PjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gp4C3HtaGUM/s320/Picture0389.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;soon after, zee joined in the fun! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246652734314914882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_a3SisJEI/AAAAAAAAADY/nMwKwWzLk_8/s320/Picture0388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i told atika this was an ALL MEN photo but she insisted on joining us. So its either she's kaypoh or i suspect she has a middle leg. LOL! jkjk... HAHAHA!!! and just look at nelson! i can't get over the fact that he actually looks like that!! like gua like that! HAHAHA!!! jkjk... (in case you readers don't know who nelson is, he's the one on my left, wearing specs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246655529286169378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_dZ-nw8yI/AAAAAAAAADg/6a7HVXVfhgg/s320/Picture0392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then all want to act dao. .... but i still think i look a bit funny! HAHAHA!!! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246657164010690114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_e5IcdlkI/AAAAAAAAADo/NJ98yPE_YqY/s320/Picture0402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha look at all of us. ESPECIALLY YAUMING! That's called the, "trying his fcuking best to lao sai!" haha! and AT LONG LAST, wailong starts smiling in the photos! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246658604354474594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_gM-JLkmI/AAAAAAAAADw/Bx9hem3axtc/s320/Picture0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is the unglam moment of yauming and wailong. u can literally insert one dcik in yauming's mouth! and wailong looks like one old bloody auntie or ah ma! WAHAHHHAHAHA!! jkjk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246659491173999170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_hAlzbokI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cGM5oDIPzLo/s320/Picture0409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rin was goin off so we asked him to take a photo with us. And so this is the finalized W46B ALL MEN photo! COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246660158022660930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_hnaAis0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/A70O5mvINzg/s320/Picture0417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246663110575012146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_kTRH4OTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/w-tmj6a7KVM/s320/Picture0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like this 2 photo especially... the top one is called the crazy bull disease. This one is called the funny reindeer disease. HAHA! cool... OOT OOT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah so that was the whole of the cam whoring session for the men! haha! And now, i shall grant a friend's request. WAILONG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246664761082780226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_lzVvmGkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/v1AmwLHLUTI/s320/Picture0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WAILONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This guy wants me to blog about him so i shall talk abit about him. HAHA! okay... this guy was the first person who joke and make noise with me in class! haha! he's a cool ass bastard! On the outside this guy is rough and an arse, but on the inside, he's really a nice and understanding guy. This guy has been persuading me to come to class almost everytime! Nice? But during class, he keeps making me feel "paisei" and also angry at the same time. Still nice? Haha. OH YES! I shouldn't forget. This guy here is quite a singer, like me. Very talented guy, i must say. So i think i've told you everything you should know about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was reading my previous posts. I came across the one I wrote about which sport people would like better. So I was thinking... So which is the most POPULAR sport played worldwide? Is it baseball or rugby or basketball or hockey or soccer or golf or maybe others? I think most probably its soccer. But I think it depends on each country. Maybe in Philippines, its basketball but I think in other countries like Brazil its soccer and in America its American football. But I definitely think soccer is a universal language! haha...&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/146215364003877944-5661154479870057325?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/5661154479870057325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=5661154479870057325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5661154479870057325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5661154479870057325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-not-seen-everyday.html' title='What is the most popular game on the planet?'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM_Zed9khQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0_UOo3SWaLU/s72-c/Something+Not+Seen+Everyday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-4288027659947633003</id><published>2008-09-15T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:58:34.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM-q1N03fII/AAAAAAAAACA/xjlrqo9EeWM/s1600-h/Runaway+beach+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246599922131106946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM-q1N03fII/AAAAAAAAACA/xjlrqo9EeWM/s320/Runaway+beach+ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can u see legs under the ball?? WEIRD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven’t slept since yesterday. And I am so god-damn tired right now. Was webcamming with Lydia, MY QUEEN, yesterday. And we talked about all types of bullshits. She saw my brother in boxer tights and she was like totally, “ OMG!! IS THAT UR BROTHER!!!” Ahaha... Oh ya she gave me a heart! Aww that’s so sweeeeeet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246600423644242354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM-rSaG6obI/AAAAAAAAACI/pNyb1JH7r_A/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she gave me a heart... hehe... THAT'S QUEEN!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She said she wanted to meet me at 7.30 and hanged out before we went to school. We talked till about 3 plus and she went to have a nap. I didn’t want to sleep cos I know I CONFIRM won’t wake up, if I go to bed at that time. So I waited till 5.30, I bathed and got ready for school. I thought I was going to be late but in fact I was earlier then her. So when she arrived, we smoked I think around 4 sticks before heading in to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was okay. The class kept complaining that they had the Monday blues, but in fact everyone knew that they were all plain lazy because most of them weren’t awake yet. HAHA! Well I had to leave after the first meeting because I wanted to go see the doctor at the nearest polyclinic. But to my dismay, I couldn’t figure out whether I wanted to go to the polyclinic or the hospital to do the surgery. Hejiang said if it was at the hospital, it wouldn’t be as painful as doing it at the polyclinic. But yet, the polyclinic charge is much cheaper than the hospital’s. And I’m kinda of in a tight, FCKING TIGHT, budget. Can someone help me make up my mind. Pweety pweeese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we didn’t go to either the hospital or the polyclinic as I couldn’t make my mind up. Guess where we went!!! GUESS GUESS GUESS! We went to PARTY WORLD! Woohoo! It was superb there. I let go every bit of frustration to the microphone! Shall talk more about it after I get all the photos from Hejiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that I went to JP with my queen to get my mom’s ring. My brother asked me to get it for whatever the eff is the reason. I went to get it at CashBox and we went to eat at one of the eating places. NOW I KNOW GOT UN-HALAL ROTI PRATA... I don’t know if it’s true but I’m just gonna believe the person making the pratas. So while Lydia was happily having her 2 pratas I went to get a tequila and just ate that for my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went home with her by train... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246601204860163202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM-r_4XTlII/AAAAAAAAACQ/XGhBjLljoR8/s320/me+and+G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me and queen in the train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And now I’m home and blogging... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shall talk about, VENDING MACHINES! Haha. Ever wished vending machines creators or whatever you call them, would add just one thing that you find a need for everyone who passes by the vending machines. At first I was thinking, maybe... Money!! Imagine! For $1, you get $10000! HAHA! Now wouldn’t that be convenient! I know... it's a lil' too exaggerating. So I was thinking and thought-ing and I came up with a good idea. Since there’s such a thing called a FAST-FOOD restaurant, so why not, a FAST-FOOD vending machine! Just buy something and your food will come out FAST! COOOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so have a thought, What is 1 thing you wish they would sell in vending machines? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-4288027659947633003?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/4288027659947633003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=4288027659947633003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/4288027659947633003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/4288027659947633003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-u-see-legs-under-ball-weird-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SM-q1N03fII/AAAAAAAAACA/xjlrqo9EeWM/s72-c/Runaway+beach+ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-8465583263598305889</id><published>2008-09-14T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T04:17:34.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which do you like better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMweQFf-duI/AAAAAAAAABw/gfgb2rAhen8/s1600-h/Fruit+Pops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245600927682819810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMweQFf-duI/AAAAAAAAABw/gfgb2rAhen8/s320/Fruit+Pops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Found this very cute picture! haha! FRUIT POPS COMES TO YOU! LIVE... i mean ALIVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BORING BORING BORING day today... I can’t go to work no more. My toe is getting worse. Damn it! Now the only thing I can do is just do.... umm... BASICALLY NOTHING! Double damn it! And whenever I walk it hurts. Triple damn it! And the only thing I think about is, CUT &amp;amp; DIG! (whatever)ple damn it! I keep thinking about CUT and DIG cos that’s what the doctor’s gonna do to me. HEJIANG WHY DID U HAVE TO TELL ME????!!! I know I asked u but u didn’t have to put it in caps. Now I’m gonna remember it.... it hurts damn it -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop damning all the bad things (and more) happening to me. Let’s look at the bright side which looks darker than my dark side. I’M BORED BORED BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture of me while I was cleaning up my room during the evening. Sorry I can’t show it to my dear readers, but if you wanna see it, I’ll be happy to show it to you when you see me, or when i see you, or whichever. One of it was a picture of me playing soccer. And the other was me, last year, in my rugby team. MEMORIES. Really brings back memories. I used to love playing soccer and rugby. I LOVE BOTH OF ‘EM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if soccer or rugby is more favourable. I’m guessing soccer since the media broadcasts more of soccer than rugby or even American football. BUT! GIRLS! I must say some of them love watching soccer because the GAME itself is very interesting and entertaining. But for some of ‘em, they watch it only cos their hunky, cute, handsome dream guy is playing on the pitch. Which I think is a total waste of time. But what can I say. Those players are really strong and fit players. Imagine yourself chasing after the ball for NINETY minutes!! Not me... I’ll die before the whistle blows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the same goes for Rugby. Imagine getting rammed, hit, and stepped on. Ooooo.... but it really feels good doing it to someone. HAHA! Ok I’m being mean but it really does ya know. But oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! You my dear reader, which do u like?? Hehe... have a thought, which do you like better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-8465583263598305889?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/8465583263598305889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=8465583263598305889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8465583263598305889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8465583263598305889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/09/which-do-you-like-better.html' title='Which do you like better?'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMweQFf-duI/AAAAAAAAABw/gfgb2rAhen8/s72-c/Fruit+Pops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-5816941224804747068</id><published>2008-09-13T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T03:18:06.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you pay $200 for a hamburger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMq6_JfnX0I/AAAAAAAAABI/TEFreo_ZTXk/s1600-h/rotfl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245210310069411650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMq6_JfnX0I/AAAAAAAAABI/TEFreo_ZTXk/s320/rotfl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;funny cat! hahaha!! nice smile ain't it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a normal day today. Was having science today. The science faci, Alex, was a real joker. His jokes are all serious and kind of lame, and his motivations for his students are a TOTAL EXEGERRATION! Really... I was grouped with Bryan, Atika, Michelle and Shikin. But too bad Michelle and Shikin didn’t come. Missed out on a lot of things. And so, Bryan and me were like laughing our asses off at ALEX and he kinda didn’t mind. Weird? Not too sure... And guess what i was doing while meeting 1 and meeting 2 was going on... WEBCAMMING with vonne!! Haha... And somehow Bryan got dragged in. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245211416903581042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMq7_kxcfXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Uenxml_RMsY/s320/g2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dumb posses... von and g caught on webcams! haha... (don't look at mine... i looked like a total d*ck) DAMN IT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went off right after 2nd meeting cos I had to go off somewhere. I ain’t gonna tell you where I went off to but you can make a guess. Went off with HJ and his bitch, namely Lydia. I SHIT YOU NOT! LYDIA IS LIKE CARISSA! So many similarities between the two. Was super fun with them! We took photos with random people. I just asked their name and their age and I took a picture with them! That easy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245212201424733890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMq8tPV3RsI/AAAAAAAAABY/xDAezKnH-a8/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me both of us look adorable together... or not? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245212760661848002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMq9NyqYb8I/AAAAAAAAABg/aloto9BfAXo/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one i'm hugging is Oliver and the other one is Connor. Both of them are 4 yrs old. AREN'T THEY ADORABLE?!! OMG!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245213966251945762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMq-T91dbyI/AAAAAAAAABo/_NSAtp_PeiI/s320/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one wearing pink is Shazelle... cool name huh? I didn't get to find out what's the other girl's name, but both of them are sisters. Just adorable kids! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before me and Lydia walked our different ways, we decided to have a quick bite and a cigarette. But it ended up into a VERY long chat. We talked about a lot of things and I got to know her better. A lot better. Conclusion? There’s more than meets the eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was totally pissed off when i was walking home just now... seriously... All because of this bangla! DAMNN IT! Now i have to get an operation. Argh! How pathetic can my life get...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bet everyone’s heard of the $200 hamburger by Burger King. If not, go to this website and read all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,368901,00.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,368901,00.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It’s real interesting. Would you pay $200 for it? I’d say only 1 out of 15 or maybe 30 would buy it. And FYI, the profits of this burger goes to the charity. But still I don’t think people would buy it. Why would one buy a burger that’s worth $200 when one can just buy one that, at most, would cost a mere $6 at McDonalds. Even if the ingredients come from all over the world, people just don’t care about that. Probably Donald Trump would buy it, but not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... so have a thought, would you pay $200 for a hamburger? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-5816941224804747068?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/5816941224804747068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=5816941224804747068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5816941224804747068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/5816941224804747068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/09/would-you-pay-200-for-hamburger.html' title='Would you pay $200 for a hamburger?'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMq6_JfnX0I/AAAAAAAAABI/TEFreo_ZTXk/s72-c/rotfl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-3124954333350684278</id><published>2008-09-09T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:43:35.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ihateeverythingaboutyou.don'tblameotherscosofwhatyoudid.itsyourfaultsodealwithit.&lt;br /&gt;dumbassholeyougavehimeverythinghewantedeventhoughhedidn'tmeetyourexpectations.&lt;br /&gt;allofyouguysarejustbunchofcocksuckingbastards.cannotbetrustedwithevenabit.&lt;br /&gt;ihopeyouguysdiesoonersoicanhaveabetterlife.fuckinngdimwits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/146215364003877944-3124954333350684278?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/3124954333350684278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=3124954333350684278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/3124954333350684278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/3124954333350684278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/09/ihateeverythingaboutyou.html' title=''/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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-146215364003877944.post-1293132284176025742</id><published>2008-09-09T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:18:04.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did it take a while for you to learn that nothing comes for free?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243636306130353522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMUjcD49vXI/AAAAAAAAABA/SV2AaLI1Tvg/s320/The+Strom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An incoming storm... beautiful ain't it? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hmm today was a sleepy day for me i guess. Was in class swearing my dear new classmates, namely WAILONG, YAUMING, and some others i guess. They kept irritating me so i had to. Well but i think i should shut up more. HAHA! too noisy i guess? Not that i just realised it, i know but i just wanted to keep the class on their toes and awake. So long as they're not bored, i'm fine with it. Well i shall TRY to keep my mouth shut for most of the time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Was doing some dumb standard deviation and central limit theorem today. It was kinda boring for me since i only knew 1/2 of what i was supposed to understand. I'll try harder next time i guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And after school walked around the pasar malam beside CWP and then we went back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the train i came upon this guy reading the papers. I couldn't remember whether it was the newpaper or today or the other one (i dunno what's it called), but the headlines said, &lt;em&gt;Nothing Comes for Free?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Actually, I think some things do come for free lah. You just have to know where to look! Haha…&lt;br /&gt;It don't think it will take like a long time for some people to understand that nothing comes for free. That’s prolly cos their parents have taught them about it at an early stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In life, you basically pay for everything, but sometimes don’t you wonder, &lt;em&gt;“What the hell did I do to deserve this??”&lt;/em&gt; Well I guess what goes around comes around! But, again, I wonder… When does the “good round” actually start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eh meaning if nothing is free, WOW! Our lives are that expensive. Ooo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And some ads say that this is free, that is free, bla bla bla… BUT! Even when something says its free, there is always a catch! You people should have experienced it already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Most of the time, you get what you pay for. If not in money, then time, emotions, self worth or some others. You will pay some way or another, often not of your own choosing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But if some things ARE free, of course I will take it. Like the saying goes! The best things in life are free! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Like maybe say FRIENDSHIP! It’s free! But damn… you still have to work for it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well but at least AIR is free! Loving people is free! A smile is free! A friend’s advice is free! The sun is free! Sex is free! (other than those at geylang) The ocean and mountains are free! They’re all free! You just have to look for them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There was this time when I was a little kiddy. I think when I was in K1 if I’m not mistaken. I couldn’t forget it cos I cried for the whole day. Why? Well I went to buy ice cream at the ice cream van that usually comes at noon at the car park. And I couldn’t believe I LOST my money. GOSH! Then when the ice cream man asked me to pay for it, I asked if I could get it for free… and the guy told me, &lt;em&gt;“Ah boy, don’t prey prey ah… you think everything free ah? Go home ask your mother money!”&lt;/em&gt; I went home and told my mom, and then I got a beating cos I lost the money. Now how DUMB was that?? Well that just goes to show that nothing in life is free.&lt;br /&gt;Well sadly, let’s just put it this way. Everything in life comes with a price tag attached to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Haha... so... Did it take a while for you to learn that nothing comes for free?&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/146215364003877944-1293132284176025742?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/1293132284176025742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=1293132284176025742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/1293132284176025742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/1293132284176025742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/09/incoming-storm.html' title='Did it take a while for you to learn that nothing comes for free?'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMUjcD49vXI/AAAAAAAAABA/SV2AaLI1Tvg/s72-c/The+Strom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-251220285919545849</id><published>2008-09-08T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:28:21.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After Death, do you believe? No, I don't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMO4yOefzzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lROrSiY9jB8/s1600-h/Amur+Leopard+7440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243237564208369458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMO4yOefzzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lROrSiY9jB8/s320/Amur+Leopard+7440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Amur Leopard, a critically endangered species with less than 40 known individuals lviing in the wild! SAVE THESE BEAUTIFUL CREATURES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Woke up at 4 just now. IT'S NOT LATE! I think it was just the perfect timing to wake up. Hmm woke up looking at my younger brother toying with my 2nd brother's lappy. Then i told him to help me up and he LITERALLY did! I gave him my hand, and he actually pulled me up on my feet. WHAT A WAKE UP CALL! Anyways, my pops was home. Hate it when he's home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As I was browsing through the net, I came upon this article that was talking about, “Life After Death”. It said that 71% of the population in this world actually believed in life after death! WOW! That’s a lot. Now if you’re going to ask me... I don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The various reasons why they believed in it is,&lt;br /&gt;1. They believe in reincarnation.&lt;br /&gt;2. They believe in God and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;3. You just start over again as another person and cannot remember anything about your past life.&lt;br /&gt;4. They just believe there is something after you die. They just couldn’t say what.&lt;br /&gt;5. They don’t exactly know what will happen after you die. But they say, coincidences of many things are just too uncanny, or you might call it weird, for this reality to be the only one existing. Even physicists are looking at the idea of something other than this now.&lt;br /&gt;6. Because many things have happened in their lifetime and they've never been happier for the most parts of their life.&lt;br /&gt;7. Because they believe everything (including time and space) is an illusion and, within that illusion, there exist an infinite number of possible realities. And they also say that us humans, we exist in many different realities simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;8. They believe that they don’t go on as who they were on Earth. They believe that they will take on a new form or become a new and different being, but only after a period of rest and rejuvenation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why they don’t? HAH! Some of them are just funny. One of them said, &lt;em&gt;“No. You rot and die. That’s it.”&lt;/em&gt; Now that was straight forward! HAH! But some of the reasons why they don’t believe in it leaves thinking why you shouldn’t believe in it. One of them said,” &lt;em&gt;There is nothing after death. That’s the reason why people try their best to avoid it.”&lt;/em&gt; And another one said, &lt;em&gt;“There’s just too much science for it to be true. Like the "gates of heaven" you see before you die. Yeah that’s just your eyes shutting down. And how you weigh less right after you die, all the fluids immediately run out of your body, out of every hole. Of course you’re gonna weigh less. There’s just way more science than that too. The only reason people believe that there is Life after Death is because they can’t imagine a life without them existing!”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So, still think there is now? Have a thought... Life After Death, do you believe in it?&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/146215364003877944-251220285919545849?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/feeds/251220285919545849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=146215364003877944&amp;postID=251220285919545849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/251220285919545849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/251220285919545849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/09/amur-leopard-critically-endangered.html' title='Life After Death, do you believe? No, I don&apos;t...'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMO4yOefzzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lROrSiY9jB8/s72-c/Amur+Leopard+7440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146215364003877944.post-8686964723137888573</id><published>2008-09-07T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:32:46.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY VIRGIN POST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMJNcHXEuxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yeZgdETd29g/s1600-h/playing+in+the+rain-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242838061620181778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMJNcHXEuxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yeZgdETd29g/s320/playing+in+the+rain-e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMJCN2RAA6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/X78LPiHwP8Y/s1600-h/uninsured-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMJCN2RAA6I/AAAAAAAAAAY/X78LPiHwP8Y/s1600-h/uninsured-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hello my dear readers. Wow my first post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well FYI, I spent the whole night, last night, trying to figure out how to apply this DAMNED blog skin. It’s not a bad blog skin and since I love vespas, I chose this skin. And the codes aren't really as complicated as those other blog skins I looked at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And since I slept at 7 in the morning, I woke up at 3 just now. And blogging right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was just surfing through the net and I found this article about how REAL your friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Real friends are those that would not lie to you. They’re always there for you no matter the situation and they would never do anything that would hurt you in any way” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Well yeah that’s true. But try asking yourself these three questions if you think your friends are really your friends. Do they lie to me about themselves? When I’m down do they even notice and try every possible way to cheer me up? Have they actually hurt me emotionally on purpose? WHY? If any of the three questions were a yes, ever thought why? Have you ever thought about it? Surprised? If you are, don’t be. Because that’s what makes you and your friends,.... FRIENDS! TRUST! That’s why you don’t actually think about it. Because you trust your friends, that’s why you don’t have doubts about them. I checked an online poll and out of 13 people, 3 people say they have friends, but they don’t have any REAL/TRUE FRIENDS. It’s because they find it hard to trust people and open up to them, and some of them said that all of their "friends" ended up getting on his/her negative side for one reason or another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So there you go… have a thought… How Many REAL Friends do u have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/146215364003877944-8686964723137888573?l=alyindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8686964723137888573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/146215364003877944/posts/default/8686964723137888573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alyindie.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmmm.html' title='MY VIRGIN POST!'/><author><name>Aly G!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02089688892205096638</uri><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HRsaDGwQWw/SMJNcHXEuxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yeZgdETd29g/s72-c/playing+in+the+rain-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
