<?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-6636554930403245589</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:48:50.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iAlasse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>iAlasse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03426844602744281043</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636554930403245589.post-3328591211951847487</id><published>2007-11-22T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T07:29:10.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The person who tagged you is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your relationship with her is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Library girlfriend, neighbour, ex W2 neighbour, schoolmate, movie mate, shopping bitch partner (10 years later agaknye pun tak abis la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your impression of her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunkissed cheeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The most memorable thing she has done for you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Help me during the times when my mind is not right, emotionally. Great listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If she becomes your lover, you will ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We already are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If she becomes your lover, things he have to improve ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, no, it’s a she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If she becomes your enemy, you will... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fuck her up and down till she’s too scared that she’ll pee in her pants everytime she sees me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If she becomes your enemy the reason is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Conflicts amongst other parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your overall impression of her ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Manja! Hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How do you think people around you will think about that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They will find her adorable, like seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The character you love yourself are ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At this point of time, I’m trying to be a better person at heart. But for now, I’ll remain a shopaholic bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the contrary, the character you hate yourself ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m egoistic. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’m happy with myself, will just try to be a better person as said. But it would be nice if I could get a whole shit load of moolahs. Haha. Not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For people that care &amp;amp; likes you, say something to them ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you bitches and fags. Haaaa. Merepek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. What&lt;br /&gt;2. If&lt;br /&gt;3. I&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t&lt;br /&gt;5. Want&lt;br /&gt;6. To&lt;br /&gt;7. Know&lt;br /&gt;8. How&lt;br /&gt;9. They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The young, gorgeous &amp;amp; critically accurate - iAlasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636554930403245589-3328591211951847487?l=ialasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3328591211951847487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6636554930403245589&amp;postID=3328591211951847487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/3328591211951847487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/3328591211951847487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>iAlasse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03426844602744281043</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-6636554930403245589.post-3889515332917769616</id><published>2007-11-16T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:05:58.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father And Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Rz2zSsqx-lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/acjz6R0D1BY/s1600-h/Father_and_Daughter_by_UmeHoshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133456284081846866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Rz2zSsqx-lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/acjz6R0D1BY/s320/Father_and_Daughter_by_UmeHoshi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! I've gotten myself a digicam. The Casio Exilim EX-Z1080. My dad chose that camera. I trust my dad in choosing a good camera for me because I believe he's a great photographer. I might just quit being an ammature engineer and start doing photography. If I'm that good. Since I suffered a drop in my bank balance, I guess I need to work more to recover it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, a quick recap of how my weekdays have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology. Didn't skip class. Which is good you know. Considering it's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: Digital Electronics II. Skipped class. Because in the first place I woke up late. About 0800hr. So I reached school about 1020hr. Merely ready for second meeting but decided to skip along with my friends. Watched a movie. Lions for Lambs. What a stupid "movie". I paid $7 just to watch news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: Went to school! &lt;em&gt;Shoshking&lt;/em&gt; huh. Signed up for a workshop which starts at 0900hr. Being late is a norm now. So I reached at 1100hr. 2 hours late. Tapi takpe, buat muka sardine and masuk lab. It was fun. We had to build this model tank thingy by Tamiya. Earned 3 points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: Reached school at 0932hr. But the facilitator, (Villain from The Incredibles, Neroy or something?) was still in class. Didn't leave halfway too. *Proud* (Oh, and I've never reached before 0900hr on Thursday before.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young, gorgeous &amp;amp; critically accurate - iAlasse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636554930403245589-3889515332917769616?l=ialasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/feeds/3889515332917769616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6636554930403245589&amp;postID=3889515332917769616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/3889515332917769616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/3889515332917769616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/2007/11/father-and-daughter.html' title='Father And Daughter'/><author><name>iAlasse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03426844602744281043</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/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Rz2zSsqx-lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/acjz6R0D1BY/s72-c/Father_and_Daughter_by_UmeHoshi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636554930403245589.post-6185426626658922146</id><published>2007-11-11T00:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:05:58.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earle's Swensens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Rza9PqjyUII/AAAAAAAAAC0/PURLuI_yOzY/s1600-h/Copy+1+of+Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131496902255333506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Rza9PqjyUII/AAAAAAAAAC0/PURLuI_yOzY/s320/Copy+1+of+Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Rza8TKjyUHI/AAAAAAAAACs/E5h8ir7EmUI/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131495862873247858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Rza8TKjyUHI/AAAAAAAAACs/E5h8ir7EmUI/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Rza8JKjyUGI/AAAAAAAAACk/0aWFIVxRtWA/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131495691074556002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Rza8JKjyUGI/AAAAAAAAACk/0aWFIVxRtWA/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This came out a little late. Coz I wanted to get the pictures before I post it on here. Anyway, this was on the 7th of November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My GF and I wanted to eat at Earle Swensen's. Once we got there, being the kid that I am, I got excited over the salad bar. And Shanie got excited over the view. Really cool. (Hey dear, next time we should go in the evening of something.) From the pictures, seems like the only we ate were our salads, fruits and a small ball of ice cream. Heh. Diet bitches. Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our lunch, we watched a movie at Golden Village. Rendition. The movie is nice. (Hmm, I sense my English vocabulary is drowning yet again.) Love the arabic accents. Kh. Dh. A'. Khalid. Bodhoh. Saeeft. Or however they pronounce it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, we went shopping. Well, didn't buy much stuffs actually. I just bought two undies from TopShop. Can't shop much if I plan to get 2 shoes and a digicam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young, gorgeous &amp;amp; critically accurate - iAlasse&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/6636554930403245589-6185426626658922146?l=ialasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/feeds/6185426626658922146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6636554930403245589&amp;postID=6185426626658922146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/6185426626658922146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/6185426626658922146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/2007/11/earles-swensens.html' title='Earle&apos;s Swensens!'/><author><name>iAlasse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03426844602744281043</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/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Rza9PqjyUII/AAAAAAAAAC0/PURLuI_yOzY/s72-c/Copy+1+of+Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636554930403245589.post-91218234227347306</id><published>2007-11-10T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:06:00.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had an Eid outing with the bowling crew yesterday. Only 4 made it. 6 houses altogether. Nevertheless it took us the whole day. Reason: 2 Tamp-Pines houses. 2 Choa Chu Kang houses. 1 Bedok house. 1 Woodlands house. Journey goes as such; Bedok to Tamp-Pines to Woodlands to Choa Chu Kang. Fun part was camwhoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS: Sorry guys. My kueh raya have finished. Or midway to extinction. So I had to rush to get Chips Ahoy, Chipsmore and Deloba. And truly I had only milk, orange juice and plum juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWsAKjyUFI/AAAAAAAAACc/DbICxH_6Lu8/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131196469292978258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWsAKjyUFI/AAAAAAAAACc/DbICxH_6Lu8/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Erk. I have nothing to do with that boot. Truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWrsajyUEI/AAAAAAAAACU/cVhrcSyOpRg/s1600-h/P1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131196129990561858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWrsajyUEI/AAAAAAAAACU/cVhrcSyOpRg/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Signature wide teeth-ed smile! (Didn't think Shanie would actually snap this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWrcKjyUDI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZVOCGSQEauk/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131195850817687602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWrcKjyUDI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZVOCGSQEauk/s320/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm shortest. I wouldn't be if I spiked my hair. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131195434205859874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWrD6jyUCI/AAAAAAAAACE/PyBnd4aoIu0/s320/collage+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collage by Shanie at Shanie's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWqu6jyUBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BmLwqPDhcU4/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131195073428606994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWqu6jyUBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BmLwqPDhcU4/s320/P1010016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aren't mirrors just lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWqjajyUAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8R-5gte3gAY/s1600-h/P1010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131194875860111362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWqjajyUAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8R-5gte3gAY/s320/P1010020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eh Shanie, muka maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWqFqjyT_I/AAAAAAAAABs/9YnY45d2CLc/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131194364759003122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWqFqjyT_I/AAAAAAAAABs/9YnY45d2CLc/s320/P1010031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Random bus stop picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWpzqjyT-I/AAAAAAAAABk/JnqSagMH3Nw/s1600-h/P1010037.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131194055521357794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWpzqjyT-I/AAAAAAAAABk/JnqSagMH3Nw/s320/P1010037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Khai actually fell off his seat before the pic was taken. Damn those slippery kain sampings huh.  But by the looks of the blurry pic, it is probable that Fir's dad actually fell off too. (Okayh sorry Fir, I did not mean it. Nyah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWpeKjyT9I/AAAAAAAAABc/5dwGmU2jo84/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131193686154170322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWpeKjyT9I/AAAAAAAAABc/5dwGmU2jo84/s320/P1010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lift picture. Khai, as usual. About to fall or something. Though now it looks like he's gonna kiss Shanie. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWoyKjyT8I/AAAAAAAAABU/KbFCOdxURmg/s1600-h/terror+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131192930239926210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWoyKjyT8I/AAAAAAAAABU/KbFCOdxURmg/s320/terror+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Nifty ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The young, gorgeous &amp;amp; critically accurate - iAlasse&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636554930403245589-91218234227347306?l=ialasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/feeds/91218234227347306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6636554930403245589&amp;postID=91218234227347306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/91218234227347306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/91218234227347306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/2007/11/eid-bowling.html' title='Eid Bowling'/><author><name>iAlasse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03426844602744281043</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/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzWsAKjyUFI/AAAAAAAAACc/DbICxH_6Lu8/s72-c/P1010001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636554930403245589.post-56767097896717524</id><published>2007-11-07T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:06:01.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacific Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzHTGSzSJCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D_AAWEdFL9U/s1600-h/Stardust.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130113555631318050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzHTGSzSJCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D_AAWEdFL9U/s320/Stardust.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I met an old online friend of mine. Lady online friend. Think the last time I met her was about 3 or 4 months back. Planned to meet in the morning at Pacific Coffee at the Airport to do our work and have a little chat. And by morning, I mean 0930 hr. However, considering it is difficult for me to wake up and even if her text message did woke me up, I fell asleep nonetheless. So I woke up about half an hour later, not so bad though. Had the cheek to get a little breakfast. Coz I predict that I will cry, bolded and italics with font size 40, in the MRT if my stomache is echoing due to the emptiness in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So "promised" Lucy, I will be half an hour late. Note: that means I'm supposed to reach Pacific Coffee at 1000 hr. Umm, 1000 hr was then pushed to 1030hr. In the end I left my place, at Tamp-Pines, at 1030 hr. &lt;em&gt;Thankgoodnessfully&lt;/em&gt;, got a text message from Lucy saying her usual Pacific Coffee place was taken up by some bunch of buggers. Annoying buggers. And that led Lucy to lose her &lt;em&gt;appetite&lt;/em&gt; to do her work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So instead, we went to The Cathay to watch a movie. I picked her up from Airport MRT station. (Damn, how I wish I can pick her up on a Vespa or somethin') Travelled to The Cathay. Booked tickets. Stardust. Show didn't start till about two hours later. Travelled by bus to Far East Plaza. Lunched at Ramen Ten. Miss eating cold soba. Mmm~ Travelled by bus back to The Cathay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did a little window shopping. And head to the theatres. And &lt;em&gt;journeyed&lt;/em&gt; back to Tamp-Pines on bus 65. Wonder how I made a simple day sound long. So that's pretty much it. Had a fun day. Hope to do this more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss you, Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The young, gorgeous &amp;amp; critically accurate - iAlasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry I don't have pictures of us on this trip. Apparently, I don't have a camera.&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/6636554930403245589-56767097896717524?l=ialasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/feeds/56767097896717524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6636554930403245589&amp;postID=56767097896717524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/56767097896717524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/56767097896717524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/2007/11/pacific-coffee.html' title='Pacific Coffee'/><author><name>iAlasse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03426844602744281043</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/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RzHTGSzSJCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D_AAWEdFL9U/s72-c/Stardust.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636554930403245589.post-197244950944254660</id><published>2007-11-05T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:06:01.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Classic Baybeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Ry9JMizSJBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FqsaLsg6RQw/s1600-h/iPodClassic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129398980447446034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Ry9JMizSJBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FqsaLsg6RQw/s320/iPodClassic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have to rush. So I'm summarising. Hella summarising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th November. Went out with him. Wanted to have breakfast, but was too late. Had lunch with him. At McD. Felt so fat already. Travelled to Vivo City. Window shopped for clothes. Didn't buy anything. Travelled to town. Walked a distance to get good deal. He bought an iPod Classic. Hence, the title. Happy. Went to Cineleisure then. Watch a movie. Game Plan. Lame but tolerable. Went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young, gorgeous &amp;amp; critically accurate - iAlasse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636554930403245589-197244950944254660?l=ialasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/feeds/197244950944254660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6636554930403245589&amp;postID=197244950944254660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/197244950944254660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/197244950944254660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/2007/11/ipod-classic-baybeh.html' title='iPod Classic Baybeh'/><author><name>iAlasse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03426844602744281043</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/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Ry9JMizSJBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FqsaLsg6RQw/s72-c/iPodClassic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636554930403245589.post-8747790048774841013</id><published>2007-11-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:06:01.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick A New Hairstyle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Ry1TyCzSJAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Xsh0p3z66ZY/s1600-h/christina-ricci-nino-munoz-10-2007_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128847669855396866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Ry1TyCzSJAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Xsh0p3z66ZY/s320/christina-ricci-nino-munoz-10-2007_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Ry1TrSzSI_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3jNK8PnB7bE/s1600-h/Nelly+Furtado+Hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128847553891279858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Ry1TrSzSI_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/3jNK8PnB7bE/s320/Nelly+Furtado+Hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I've been wanting a new hairstyle. Been stuck with this bob for about half a year now. Love the bob though it can make me look &lt;em&gt;emoistic&lt;/em&gt;. I actually don't mind another bob. Maybe a choppy bob or something like Victoria Beckam. Her hair is lovely. But kinda common in town. So perhaps I'll get something like Nelly Furtado's in her music video Say It Right. The straight hair with eyebrow length bangs. My hair is about shoulder length now. Shorter at the back. I might have it to be cut shorter and even-length. Perhaps drop to chin length. Or would it be better shoulder length? I'm aware I'm part chinese and with this hairstyle, it could make me look &lt;em&gt;China dollistic&lt;/em&gt;. Anything eyebrow length bangs will make me look more chinese. Well, we'll see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girls damn bad hair days. I damn bad tudung days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The young, gorgeous &amp;amp; critically accurate - iAlasse&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/6636554930403245589-8747790048774841013?l=ialasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/feeds/8747790048774841013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6636554930403245589&amp;postID=8747790048774841013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/8747790048774841013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/8747790048774841013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/2007/11/pick-new-hairstyle.html' title='Pick A New Hairstyle!'/><author><name>iAlasse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03426844602744281043</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/_2eXKZodS4dQ/Ry1TyCzSJAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Xsh0p3z66ZY/s72-c/christina-ricci-nino-munoz-10-2007_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636554930403245589.post-8867404636370550207</id><published>2007-11-03T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:06:01.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RyxlQyzSI-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hFxm6gcmaBQ/s1600-h/Fuck_On_by_Mademoiselle_Kee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128585414857335778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RyxlQyzSI-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hFxm6gcmaBQ/s320/Fuck_On_by_Mademoiselle_Kee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Du Arschloch, Nadiyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The young, gorgeous &amp;amp; critically accurate - iAlasse&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/6636554930403245589-8867404636370550207?l=ialasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/feeds/8867404636370550207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6636554930403245589&amp;postID=8867404636370550207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/8867404636370550207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/8867404636370550207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/2007/11/myob.html' title='MYOB'/><author><name>iAlasse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03426844602744281043</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/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RyxlQyzSI-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hFxm6gcmaBQ/s72-c/Fuck_On_by_Mademoiselle_Kee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636554930403245589.post-6342115534198342804</id><published>2007-10-26T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:06:02.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agitated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RyH5ryzSI8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRiJkD2UR1A/s1600-h/Annoyed_by_MrStickman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125652381690897346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RyH5ryzSI8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRiJkD2UR1A/s320/Annoyed_by_MrStickman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know how sometimes you feel like you're being used. Even by your loved ones? Well, that's kinda what and how I feel right now. I feel that asking too many favours is not sweet. Favours after favours. I wouldn't mind if I get better treatment in return. But no, I get treated the same. Well, at least I don't think I'm getting treated worse. And it's pretty hilarious that you're telling me not to be agitated. Urgh, some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The young, gorgeous &amp;amp; critically accurate - iAlasse&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/6636554930403245589-6342115534198342804?l=ialasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/feeds/6342115534198342804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6636554930403245589&amp;postID=6342115534198342804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/6342115534198342804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/6342115534198342804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/2007/10/agitated.html' title='Agitated'/><author><name>iAlasse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03426844602744281043</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/_2eXKZodS4dQ/RyH5ryzSI8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRiJkD2UR1A/s72-c/Annoyed_by_MrStickman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6636554930403245589.post-5836851551876781692</id><published>2007-10-09T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:41:41.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am iAlasse</title><content type='html'>I am Alasse. And will be known by that name. I &lt;3 my first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young, gorgeous &amp;amp; critically accurate - iAlasse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6636554930403245589-5836851551876781692?l=ialasse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/feeds/5836851551876781692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6636554930403245589&amp;postID=5836851551876781692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/5836851551876781692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6636554930403245589/posts/default/5836851551876781692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ialasse.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-ialasse.html' title='I Am iAlasse'/><author><name>iAlasse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03426844602744281043</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></feed>
